46 #2
Our mouths fell ajar, a unified cry flooding the chamber. Edging his waist backward, Aire focused on my awestricken features. Then he slung his cock forward again, pistoning another inch, coaxing a broken noise from me.
Mouth unhinging in a silent “ah,” he repeated the motion. His hips reeled away, pulling out to the crown, then slanting back in.
And again. And again.
I wept, the abrasion splintering me to pieces. Grappling for his ass, l grabbed hard, urging him to fuck rough, fast. But he only smiled through his moan and pumped at a languid pace, entering farther, deeper with each sinuous pass.
Then he struck a tight barrier that launched white spots behind my vision. I snapped upward into his frame. “Oh,” I yelped. “Oh god!”
“Fuck,” Aire rasped. “Aspen.”
Seated to the base, Aire’s cock filled my body so good. The muscles of my pussy clamped around him, sucking him in. For a moment, we suspended ourselves like this, joined at the waists.
As we studied one another, his eyelids fell to half-mast. Anchored to one another, we relished the hard shape of his cock buried so far, so high.
And then Aire swayed into motion. And I fell into cadence with him.
Strangled gasps beat from our throats, in rhythm to the short pumps of his cock. Skidding back and forth, the shallow juts decimated me. Each probe tightened my navel, drawing more liquid from my core.
The teasing pitch of his waist made my head spin. The punt of his crown against a narrow spot inside me wrenched another sob from my tongue.
While rocking, Aire savored the view. “What am I doing?”
“Making love to me,” I exhaled.
“And what are you doing?”
“Making love to you.”
Fucking so sweetly. And more than that. So much more.
Spurred by the answers, Aire accentuated his thrusts. Canting forward and backward, he pulled out farther and speared deeper. I transcended into another moan as he circled his ass, the upright stance intensifying the angle of his cock.
Unable to contain myself, I pitted my fingernails into his buttocks. Like this, I savored the flexing muscles, the toned flesh contracting.
The more I writhed, the more he indulged. Stringing me out. Stroking that ache. Fluid puddled in the crease of my pussy, which grabbed onto him, the clutch driving a groan from Aire’s mouth.
Bracketing me off the mattress, he palmed my own backside and skewered fully. Prying his gaze from mine, the knight viewed his dick sloping out to the roof, then sinking back in, the crown spreading my cunt.
He maintained a steady beat, rocking into me with long, concentrated pivots that tore my universe to shreds. In the candlelight, his whole frame rippled. From shoulders to thighs, the muscles rolled into one continuous wave, the picture otherworldly.
Yet real. So real.
I matched his pattern, bucking toward him, my arousal smearing his flesh to the sac. We worked into one another, our limbs synching. Aire crooned, overwrought every time my hips swiveled away and then slid back to him.
With each thick strike of his cock, my body sang. Throbbing heat gathered in my crease, my drenched walls catching his thrusts, the gentle strength of his movements picking me apart at the seams.
Pleasure crested, the buildup lasting a lifetime. With patient stamina, Aire stretched this out for all it was worth, dragging us to our limits until I lost my mind.
Nothing like this…
Nothing like this had ever felt…
I hit a new plateau, my cries growing shrill, my cunt pulsating. The flanks convulsed, on the brink of an orgasm that would split me in half.
Aire growled softly, chasing that end, pursuing it. Following the tormented sounds I made, his dick sped up. The firm length jutted, his crown punting that spot in quick succession, urging me to combust.
But not yet. Please not yet.
“Aire,” I wept. “Come with me.”
“I will,” he swore. “I promise.”
“Come, my knight.”
“Gods, Aspen.”
“Come.”
In the candles’ glow, his features crumbled, and a tortured sound wrenched from his throat. We stared as the bridge of his cock spasmed inside me. The tender vibration stimulated every inch of my flesh, shoving me off a precipice alongside him.
Never taking our eyes off one another, we stalled. And then we came. While our bodies pumped into each other, my lips hung open on a scream, the clamor tangling with his shout.
Aire stalled, clasping my ass as the release poured from us. My pussy constricted around him, the climax gushing from me, dripping to the base of his dick. His lungs emptied, hollering to the ceiling, as a stream of cum jetted from the crown.
Molten heat washed through me. It took every ounce of willpower not to shut my eyes against the powerful onslaught. But I kept them open, kept them rooted on this man, who held my soul in a vise grip.
But no sooner did we sag, than we jolted into motion.
Aire hissed a needy sound. Impatiently, I scrambled backward as he charged, our pelvises dislodging for a mere second before my back crashed to the mattress once more.
Hauling my thighs apart, Aire covered my body with his own, our hands fisting overhead. In one swift move, we thrust across the bed as the full length of his cock pitched into me again. Knotting my calves over his ass, I yelped in satisfaction, the base of his erection brushing my clit.
Aire’s resonant groan rumbled through the room. His head bowed into mine, our faces pressing close.
Stamping my hands to the pillows and locking our fingers, Aire whipped his hips with serpentine precision. His glorious weight rubbed against mine. The caress of his pecs against my nipples, the spread of my limbs around his waist, and the thud of his pulse threw me into a fever dream.
Aire reeled his cock, the pace increasing. I rolled beneath him, undulating my hips to the point where he shuddered, and a curse barreled from his lungs.
Mashing our parted lips together, we heaved into one another. Sweat beaded over his torso and in the gulf between my breasts. The cabin spun, flames from the wicks dashed across the walls, and my flesh blazed.
The pleasure reached bone deep. Throbbing tension coiled in the pleat of my thighs, which splayed wide around him. Naked and breathing the same hot gusts of oxygen, we arched into one another.
I hadn’t known that decadence could be loving and sex could be this transformative. I chalked it up to make believe, the stuff of fairytales and fools.
I’d never been gladder to be wrong.
Adding my own flair to the lovemaking, I nipped his upper lip. Aire faltered, a husky chuckle escaping him. Then his features slackened in ecstasy as my cunt grabbed him tighter.
While his dick siphoned, my mouth fastened to his, my tongue plying against his own, wrenching a guttural cry from Aire. His waist beat with less constraint, swiping firmer, longer.
Ripping his lips away, he swooped to my throat and sucked on the crook.
My head lurched into the pillow, a moan launching from my mouth.
The sound encouraged him to do it again, his tongue lapping my neck, his mouth dragging to my breasts and closing around one nipple.
Electric streaks fired through my limbs, intensifying as he switched to the opposite bud. All the while, his cock snapped gently.
Pulling back, he returned his mouth to mine. “I love your ferocity,” he rasped. “I love your courage. I love your boldness. I love your filthy, passionate mouth. I love how you wield that axe. I love how you fight. I love how you challenge this world. And I will love you until my dying breath.”
“Never stop,” I panted.
“Never,” he agreed.
With renewed dedication, Aire hefted himself up, clinging to my hands, taking in my reactions, making love steadily. His back hunched, the purposeful strokes of his body and controlled rock of his hips spiraling us into a long-suffering frenzy.
The next wave rose, heat flooding my pores, stripping me into fragments.
Yet I needed something else, something more, something just out of reach. And so did Aire.
Eyes glittering, the knight snatched my hips. At the same time, I powered into motion, and we flipped our weight around. Aire’s back dented the mattress, his frame shuddering the bed while I straddled his waist and rode his cock.
Mouth ajar, Aire grunted and cherished the view of my body astride him. Lacing our fingers once more, we used it for leverage. I kicked into slow motion, tugging on his cock until he was bowing and yelling to the ceiling.
The new tilt of his dick yanked a cry from me. That same zenith caught up with us, building, boiling.
Aire’s expression twisted beautifully. Then our hips rushed forward, and my head flew backward, and I shouted. And so did he. The noises packed this room as the pleasure burst from my veins, my cunt seizing his cock, both pulsating as we came.
And seconds later, I sped up. And it happened again.