55
Aire
We slammed into one another. I smashed my mouth to Aspen’s, catching her whimper against my lips. The noise set me into action, my kiss prying her open, my tongue diving with quick strokes.
Desire, yearning, and a thousand wishes broke me to pieces. My shackled hands gripped Aspen’s countenance, holding her in place. Groaning, I tore the kiss to shreds, my mouth claiming hers, our tongues swatting.
Despite Aspen’s tethered wrists, she grasped my jaw in kind. Impassioned, she reciprocated this longing. Confined as we might be, we reached for salvation within each other, to preserve this bond, to take strength from it.
To celebrate every breath we drew. To find hope in the darkest of shadows.
To fight for one another. To battle as one.
Rocking her mouth with mine, Aspen pushed into me. Desperately, we stumbled across the chamber. Flattening her palms against my chest, she gave a mighty shove.
The backs of my knees hit the divan. Balance disrupted, I landed on the cushioned surface, humming as she crawled over my frame.
Aspen’s knees skidded across the material. Curtains of hair tumbled around her face. A decadent line of cleavage flashed above her neckline.
My cock inflated. An influx of heat rushed from my sac to the head of my erection.
Like a supplicant, I sank into the divan as she hovered above.
Beyond arousal, the dedication flashing in those eyes stitched together the gaps in my soul.
I could have lost her any number of times since the attack.
Separated from Aspen while defending her to the clan had threatened to annihilate me, the estrangement driving me out of my fucking mind.
I’d spent countless hours demanding to be confined with her.
From this day forth, I would never tolerate another separation. If the threat ever came to pass, I would take her place first.
In this sacred chapel, I made this commitment. And in this private shrine, I would fuck her, love her, and worship her like a deity.
Growling, I snared Aspen’s nape and hauled her mouth down to mine. Hunching over me, my knightly lady sheared her thighs wide, the hot cinch of her pussy sitting on my aching pelvis. A moan shimmied from her throat as my tongue flicked over hers, licking in sinuous waves.
Besieged, I tore my mouth away, only to descend. My lips tucked beneath her jaw, my teeth skated down her neck, and my tongue swiped the pulse tapping at her throat. Latching onto the skin, I sucked deep and hard until she whined.
With her legs straddling my waist, the thin fabric of Aspen’s undergarments rustled against my lap. Fluid seeped from the gusset. Heaven help me, the outline of Aspen’s cunt gyrated onto my crown, her arousal splashing clean through.
My cock thrust into the flaps of my pants. Crooning, I lapped a path along her bruised collarbone, planted open-mouthed kisses across every welt, reached the tops of her breasts, and seized one nipple poking through the bodice.
Aspen keened. The disk of skin pebbled against the roving tip of my tongue. Unable to contain herself, she buried her fists into the divan above my head and rolled her pussy, dry-humping my dick until it thickened beyond tolerance.
A plaintive noise fled my lungs. Yet I reined myself in, switching to the other pointed nipple.
For this interlude, she would forget our ordeal. For now, she would know only bliss.
Releasing Aspen’s breast, I clamped her mouth into another kiss. Then I wrenched myself away and murmured an instruction. “Turn.”
Gasping from the onslaught, Aspen complied.
Wheeling away from me, she scuttled in the opposite direction and bracketed herself on all fours, her thighs splitting above my torso.
The hem of her skirt cascaded over those shapely hips, and the globes of that ass hitched upright, the beautiful swells filling my vision.
Warmth radiated from the vent in her legs. The temperature indicated how wet she had become.
My tongue watered. Maneuvering around rope binding my hands, I eased the skirt high, flipping it over her waist. And I fucking died a hundred deaths.
Between the slit of her drawers, that bare pussy splayed before me. Pink. Damp. Through the aperture, the slim line of her intimate lips glistened with arousal.
Fuck. As the inebriating fragrance of musk brimmed from her core, my head swam. I would swallow every drop and feast on her until she collapsed.
Using my thumbs, I spread the opening. Aspen made a pleading noise as the textile ripped, the stitches unraveling. Exposing more of her soaked walls rewarded me with an unhampered view, the oval of her center dark and the peg of her clitoris distending.
With a rumble, I framed the scoops of her backside. Then I nestled my face into the gap, unfurled my tongue, and ran the tip over her sodden flesh.
Aspen snapped into an arch. A cry punched from her throat.
Uttering a sound of encouragement, I towed up and down her crease. Tilting her buttocks offered me a steep angle to trace her pussy. With patience, I sketched the flanks, catching the liquid that spilled from her.
Sobs wrung from Aspen’s lungs. Her limbs shook as I swabbed those delicate lips, tipping back and forth. The precious taste of her cunt leaked onto my palette, the wetness heating the blood in my sac.
Slowly, she rolled forward and backward. Matching my rhythm, Aspen bucked at a gradual pace, swaying atop the edge of my tongue.
“Oh, Aire,” she wept. “Oh, fuck.”
I sensed everything. Each small rupture. Each static jolt. Tension wracked her muscles, the shade of her pussy deepening along with her moans.
In her pleasure, I found absolution. In her embrace, I discovered my purpose.
With a gentle growl, I probed my tongue. In cadence to her rocking, I jabbed into her with short bursts that had Aspen howling. From this alone, I could come with a roar.
Somehow, I withstood the agony. My tongue pumped in and out, tapping a spot that extracted cries from her. Venting both thighs farther, Aspen jerked quicker, riding my mouth.
Hissing, I pitted my fingernails into her ass and fed. The stud of her clitoris rose, beckoning me. With conviction, my lips snatched the nub and exerted pressure, sucking in tempo to her movements.
Strangled noises lurched from Aspen’s mouth. “Oh… my… fucking… god!”
So I sucked harder, longer. The notch of my tongue joined, licking the sensitive peak.
Inconsolable, Aspen surged upright. Flipping the rope behind her scalp, she pulled the restraints taut, the position hoisting her tits into the darkness.
I released her clitoris and marveled at the spectacle. Her stunning body bowed into the eventide, her arms bent and spanned outward, her wrists extended as far as they could go. Like this, she threatened to sever the bonds.
Mine. Hers.
My captivated groan tolled through the chamber as she lowered herself onto my mouth. I pistoned my tongue, meeting her speed. Fastening onto her backside, I relished every sweep of her cunt while she bobbed in place.
We grunted in unison. My lips and her walls beat together until Aspen’s muscles clenched, her pussy tightening around my tongue.
She would come for me, for herself, for us. She would climax to the treetops.
And I would follow her there.
Aspen buckled swiftly, and I licked her deeper, and life narrowed to her disjointed cries. The pleats of her cunt rippled. The climax struck with an indomitable force, racing through her body all at once.
She reeled backward and held fast, then fractured apart. Shouts launched from Aspen’s mouth, her pleats convulsed around my tongue, and a warm stream washed into my mouth. I swallowed as she came loud and long, her bones quaking, her thighs falling open around my head.
Then I kissed her flesh as if it was her mouth. Softly. Sweetly. It was enough to set us off once again.
No sooner did Aspen flip the rope from behind her head, than she scurried to the divan’s edge.
Panting, we fired into motion. I shot upright and trailed her, skidding to the ledge while she dropped onto my lap.
With Aspen’s spine pressing against my torso, I hooked my fingers onto her shoulders, bracing myself for leverage.
Widening her limbs to reach my pelvis, Aspen’s rampant fingers worked between her thighs, jerking on the closures of my pants.
The sensation of her stripping only this fragment of clothing wracked me to the bone.
If she wished, I would grant her access to any part she craved, in any place we stood.
I would let her undress me until the end of my days.
The panels flapped apart. I sighed, the liberation a merciful relief. My feverish cock sprang from the vent, cool air brushing the head.
This tender mercy didn’t last, the column of flesh aching for another type of friction, more exquisite than the former. Yet Aspen delayed, tormenting me by draping her fingers over my crown, then fisting its girth.
A carnivorous echo pulled from my chest. One might think the clan had housed an animal in here.
“So handsome,” she whispered while siphoning down to my sac. “You were always so fucking handsome. When I was seventeen, I hated you for that. And I loved you for it too.”
“And now?” I choked out, watching between us as she toyed with my erection.
“Tonight, I know better. It was never hate.” Her finger swiped more fluid from the pome of my dick. “It was heartbreak. But I don’t regret that because it was the journey I needed to take, to love you honestly later.”
While holding my bare cock, she twisted and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Sometimes we have to feel the pain first, to earn the happiness.”
My mouth brushed hers. “I will fight to deserve you for eternity.”
She grinned into my lips. “So will I.”
Then Aspen wheeled away. I hitched a breath as she braced my crown to her drenched aperture.