55 #2
Because I could not view a forsaken thing from this vantage point, I grunted. Aligning my torso with Aspen’s back, I bent her forward enough to witness her cunt hovering over my shaft. The length stretched high, and the cap broadened, the skin pigmenting to a ruddy hue.
Heat from Aspen’s womanhood brimmed above my tip, eliciting a bead of cum to the surface. She uttered an irresistible sound before straightening, blocking the rest of my view.
Not that I presently gave a damn. I only need to see, feel, taste, touch, and hear this woman. Long ago, she had claimed all my senses, and I willingly succumbed to it.
Astride my waist, Aspen scooted into me. Humming, I tucked myself closer, the better to fuck her this way.
Comfortable, she fanned out her knees and rose over my cock. Then her pussy sank over me with a patient descent that flung my eyes to the back of my head.
Oh… Seasons fucking help me.
My tongue unleashed a string of indecipherable noises. Her pussy spread, suctioning around my width, every sleek inch lowering. She landed on my lap, wholly seated on my cock, a moan curling off her tongue.
Joined to capacity, we hunched into one another and savored the connection. Panting harshly alongside her, my forehead dropped to Aspen’s nape. Nature have pity, she squeezed and wetted me to the base.
After a shuddering moment, my head lifted, and we pumped in tandem. Our waists churned, my cock pumping upward, as her cunt levered down. The pace steadied, generously languid, so that I felt every smooth clutch of her walls.
Each time she hit my waist, the abrasion wrangled a soft groan from me. Each time my dick staked her deeply, the traction coaxed another moan from her lips.
The slow burn of lovemaking dissolved our surroundings, every detail blurring into mist. Tears clotted my throat. For I hadn’t experienced such an extraordinary link since my brother, and I never thought I would again.
She must have detected these awestricken thoughts, the sheer wonder of them. Indeed, this woman read me better than I read others.
“I dreamed of this as a girl,” she confided, bumping her hips into mine. “I thought I had stopped dreaming, but I hadn’t. Years later, the dream only took a different shape, as sharp as a weapon.”
“Powerful,” I muttered, bobbing my cock quicker.
“Strong,” she mewled.
“Honed.”
“Fierce.”
“Uh!” Aspen’s head flew backward, her scalp crashing to my clavicle as my hips slung higher. “Yes, all of that,” she chanted. “And more.”
“So much more,” I murmured into her ear while hauling my cock deeper.
My fingers bent tighter over her shoulders, massaging while Aspen flayed her waist. Her pussy slipped up and down, soaking me to the brim, grabbing my cock. In turn, I contracted my buttocks, snapping firmer into her.
A hard cry pushed from Aspen’s throat. As we vaulted faster, the impact boosted her toward the ceiling.
“Hang onto me,” I ground out.
She reached back. Hitching the rope behind my nape, she bracketed herself in place, poised to take the entirety of my cock. With every slant of my waist, her thighs fell farther apart, and her cunt clamped onto me.
Groaning from the pit of my throat, I fucked into her. Weeping, she swung her ass against my lap, her pussy fluttering around my width.
My mouth dropped open. A rough sound got stuck there, something heavy and grating.
Aspen’s moans grew louder, rapid. Her breasts heaved, her stomach rolled with my own, and fluid splashed from her crease.
I would perish like this. I would not survive.
Leaning back, I caught glimpses of her pussy bouncing, glazing my flesh. This stretched her curves like a bowstring. Yet she adjusted, bolstering herself, taking it so well.
The tautness of this position enhanced the stimulation, magnifying the glide of our flesh. Our waists abutted, my cock and her cunt rushing into each other.
Fastening Aspen like this, I circled my hips, exaggerating the motions. This altered the slant of my erection, lunging me even higher. Aspen gave a shout, her apex chasing my thrusts.
“Aire,” she entreated. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I hissed. “You can handle anything.”
This woman had weathered storm after storm. She had endured her mother’s pain, as well as her own physical afflictions. She had suffered the loss of childhood, the cruelty of Autumn’s elite crafters, and the corruption of a malevolent king. She rose above heartache and loneliness.
She triumphed in a joust, pulled her weight amid a trained army, earned the respect of our remaining loyal soldiers, nurtured her passion for weapons, turned Rhys’s blackmail to her advantage, and outwitted a cult of traitors.
She put up with an obstinate knight and his brooding bullshit.
She endured the loss of our clan’s trust, forfeiting their forgiveness if it meant keeping them safe.
She braved everything the world had thrown at her.
Mistakes had been made. Lessons had been learned.
Yet her heart remained true. Through it all, she kept her edge.
So no, Aspen would not fucking come yet. She would hold on until the climax rang through her like a victory bell.
From behind, my palms skimming to Aspen’s cheeks. Cupping them, I kissed a leaf motif twining across her earlobe. All the while, I stroked into her with measured depth.
“Aire!” she trilled to the ceiling. “Fuck, Aire!”
“I love you,” I swore, belting my waist. “I’ll love you always.”
“Then come,” she implored. “Come with me, Noble Knight. Please.”
The “please” undid me. I would come, holler, and do anything she asked.
Growling, I powered my waist between her thighs. My ass clenched, and my cock whipped Aspen’s body into motion. Her arousal flooded my thickness, dripping down to the sac.
Unbridled pleasure escalated. The approaching zenith drove us to the brink.
Union. Fidelity. Both spurred us forth with the promise of bliss.
Aspen bucked. She arched into me, nestling against my chest. With her head craned backward, I veered my mouth and captured her lips just as we seized up. Her walls tensed around my cock, and time suspended itself, then burst into flames.
We screamed into the kiss, our tongues tangling, devouring the noises. The orgasm ripped through us, tearing my bellow to pieces. Encased inside Aspen, my cock twitched, and her pussy constricted, heat pouring from each of us.
I came with a yell against Aspen’s lips. Engulfed in the same climax, my beautiful lady knight cried out across my tongue.
Not in defeat. But in triumph.
It wouldn’t end here for us. Not if we could help it.
Releasing my mouth, Aspen crashed against me. With a husky sigh, I caved into her, my profile slumping onto her shoulder. We strove to reclaim our breathing, my body still attached to hers, our clothing in shambles.
Inside, a breeze sailed through the chamber. Outside, leaves quivered.
Content, Aspen melted into my frame. Despite the rope anchored to my nape, we fit ourselves together, clinging to this moment, drawing fortitude from this memory.
There would be judgement. There might be consequences.
But I would never regret this. Only now did I realize, the premonition hadn’t intended to separate us. Through our choices, this woman and I grew closer than we had foreseen, bringing us to a place we were always meant to find.
The reigning pairs in our clan discovered this truth long before. If each of us could find our soul mate in the grimmest of wars, it would yield our greatest strength. One that could topple evil itself.
My heart thudded like a war drum. Yet I had never felt so peaceful.
Nor so fucking in love.