60 #3
My heart fluttered like wings. Leaning back, I relinquished his cock in one long slide, then drove my tongue across my lips. Making a show of it, I lapped the remnants of his cum.
With a loving snarl, the knight released my hair.
I yelped in glee as he snatched my waist, hoisted me off the ground, and dropped me onto his lap.
Eager, I speared my legs around his pelvis.
In unison, I scooted forward while Aire snatched my ass and yanked me against him.
My body pressed flush with his, the bulk of his chest crushing my breasts.
Together, we seized the helmet and ripped it from his head. A pair of scorching eyes greeted me. Aire’s captivated gaze burned across my own, his lips parting in awe as he gripped my face.
“My Brazen Creature,” he marveled.
I braced my forehead to his. “My Noble Knight.”
Like this, we paced ourselves. Our lips found their way to each other, grazing, teasing. With each pass, shivers danced along my vertebrae.
Smiling, I tilted my head sideways as Aire ghosted over my ear, my neck, my shoulder. Then I straightened, his free hand cradling the back of my skull while the other palmed my ass. Panting, we nudged our waists together,
His cock should be spent. Yet between us, the turgid flesh rose, bloating wide again. The bridge abraded my clit, the friction tantalizing.
A moan curled off my tongue and filtered to his lips. Aire’s hum of appreciation traveled across my mouth.
With shallow juts of our hips, we rubbed against one another. Taunting. Tempting. As his dick sketched my cunt, the pulse between my thighs throbbed.
The whole time, we stared. Glimpsing one another through hooded eyes, we breathed the same oxygen, hot puffs of air bursting from our open mouths.
Aire’s erection tapped my clit, the traction sublime. A small cry cracked from my throat, sounding pained. The noise thickened his cock, and he emphasized the movements, coaxing more whimpers from me.
“I could watch you like this forever,” he groaned, jabbing his waist.
“I could do this to you forever,” I panted. “But that would make us late for dinner.”
Aire chuckled around another husky moan. “Then let us savor this now, and later, and whenever we wish.”
“Always.”
“Fuck yes.”
That gravelly curse plied me with tremors. Arousal coated the split of my pussy, fluid wetting the roof of his cock. More than that, our hearts rammed together, beating in a single tempo like a war drum.
Shearing my thighs outward, I hefted myself above the pome of his erection. Aire hissed as my walls glossed the tip, and our gazes bonded together.
Then we paused. Sweetly, the knight leaned in and planted a sacred kiss to my lips. In that moment, every violent, harsh, and dangerous thing I had experienced vanished, swept away on a gust of wind.
As I returned the kiss, Aire’s body shook. At last, duty, grief, and loss tumbled from the ramps of his shoulders.
The world beyond dissolved. Nothing existed but us.
Our mouths fell open on silent moans as I submerged onto his cock. My pussy clamped around him, descending to the base. Fully seated, I relished the heat, the shape of him inside me, and the passionate twist of his features.
Washed in the flames’ coral glow, we pinned our heads together and bucked into motion. The drenched slide of my cunt reeled atop his lap, our hips gyrating. Shadows and sounds overlapped, the outline of our bodies reflected along the floor, and Aire’s low growl mingled with my sobs.
His cock pumped upward, and my pussy rode downward, synching into a languid cadence. Like this, we fucked. Like this, we made love. Like this, we lived. Rocking into each other, we exchanged mesmerized breaths.
Aire’s features twitched in rapture as my body drenched him. In response, he slung his cock deeper, higher until I wept.
With the patience of a saint, he circled his waist. “Do you remember what I said on Reaper’s Fest after the tournament?”
I cried out, “You know I do.”
“And what did I say?”
“That you loved me.” I galloped harder. “And what did I say back?”
His mouth tipped into a sexy grin. “You said, ‘Again’,” he quoted like a smart ass.
A moaning laugh slipped off my tongue. I remembered ordering him to repeat himself multiple times on that jousting field. Even so, I slapped his bicep while bounding on his dick. “I meant later that night.”
In my cabin. On my bed.
Aire’s irises glittered. “You said you loved me too.”
I nodded. “The truest thing I’ve ever said.”
The knight’s face slackened, those words kindling across his features. “The truest thing I’ve ever felt.”
Then we charged into one another. Aire put each muscle into the effort, the point of his cock hitting a narrow spot that reduced me to shouts. I arched, naked and thrashing to the tempo of his waist, the hard thrust of his ass, the snap of his cock.
Our skin rushed together. I flexed my inner muscles, my pussy grabbing him, claiming him. Aire husked in pleasure, his abdomen clenching, the sight invigorating.
All mine. All his.
With my knees widespread, he thrust inside me, and I ground onto him. Moisture laminated his torso. The tips of his hair dampened. Fuck, I wanted to kiss his groaning mouth, to devour the rugged noises he made.
I dragged out the moment, delaying the kiss for all it was worth. I sensed him doing the same.
My nipples toughened. My cunt swatted back and forth, soaking his dick to the brim, pushing the knight’s tolerance to the brink.
Howling, Aire bowed his head into mine. With the stamina of a champion, he lashed his hips, the strength of his ass vaulting my legs apart. The impact boosted me upward, the angle of his cock plying me deeply, thoroughly.
Sparks flew through my veins. Every atom sizzled through my being.
Planting my feet on the ground, I used the leverage to drive myself over him. Grunting in enthusiasm, Aire mirrored the action, our chests slamming.
Tension strained in my core. My cries amplified, hitting the ceiling. I clawed through his hair, my waist cantering and tearing a hoarse rumble from him.
We raced toward the precipice. It had to end, but I didn’t want it to end, and it would never end.
Out of my mind, I flew at Aire. Catching the motions, this knight hugged me tight and lanced his cock, the brunt shoving incomprehensible sounds from my throat.
His own groans splintered. His flesh tensed, hot and tight between my walls.
We burst into movement, firing back and forth. Faster. Deeper. Anguished pleasure condensed to the place where my pussy clasped his cock, where our hearts punched together, where his touch filled a hollow in my soul.
The lurch of Aire’s hips gained speed, striking a place that threw me into another dimension. Embers scattered through my limbs. I burned from the inside out, like a newly forged weapon, glowing from the furnace.
My cunt spasmed, clinging to Aire’s dick, smearing him. He roared, spearing into me, both of us on the verge of euphoria. As I hollered, my knight snatched my mouth, hauling us into that long-awaited kiss.
His warm lips snared my own. The slick edge of his tongue broke my lips apart and flexed inside. With our mouths clutching, we screamed into the kiss, the noises a plea and a promise.
My pussy seized up, and he froze with me, and we convulsed. The walls of my cunt flexed, dousing him in fluid. The ledge of his cock shuddered, warmth releasing from his crown. And on a combined shout, we came.
The orgasm tore through me, shrieks launching from my throat. Aire bellowed into my mouth, his tongue plying my own. As the fire erupted beside us, we tasted one another’s pleasure and soared into oblivion.
I brought him to earth. And he tossed me into the sky.
Collapsing into an embrace, we strapped ourselves around one another. Holding fast. Holding forever. Striving to regain our breaths, Aire and I pulled back far enough to stare, to smile, to savor every minute.
A pivotal noise shredded from the knight. He scooped my face into his palms, his lips parting me once more, our tongues caressing.
Then he veered back and planted kisses all over me. From my lips to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my arms, my collarbone, and the tops of my heaving breasts. The man did this with such vigor, sated chuckles trickled from my mouth.
Aire straightened, masculine laughter rippling from his chest. Sweeping through my locks, he shook his head. “I need to fuck you again.”
“Perfect, because I need to make love to you again.”
“But first, nourishment.”
“An order?” I teased. “Plan on looking out for me, soldier?”
A cute divot burrowed into the side of his cheek. “As I live and breathe.”
“Then maybe you could stay for longer than dinner.” Shyness wasn’t my style, yet my cheeks baked. “Maybe stay the night?”
Aire’s mirth dissipated. “I’d like that.
” Gathering me closer, he rubbed his nose over mine.
“And perhaps you wouldn’t mind a second residence, in addition to this cottage?
When you’re feeling impulsive, you might consider lodging at the castle overnight.
” Hope filled his voice. “Or… as long as you want.”
My stomach fluttered. “Oh, I very much want.”
He blushed, a passionate light suffusing his features. “Your mother is welcome too, of course. If you both wish, we can arrange a chamber in the nobility apartments for her, whenever she’d like to join you.”
And now my eyes stung. “I’d like that too.”
His lips curved in the most endearing way. “As for my own suite, I would be honored if you claimed it as yours as well. It’s far too large for one person.”
“What about the bed? I’ve been eager to see it for seven years.”
With his cock still encased inside me, a beastly noise scrolled from his throat. “You’ll do more than see it.”
“My, my. Are you flirting with me?”
Playfully, this burly knight declared, “Only with you, beloved.”
I nodded against his lips. “Damn right.”
By the glint of the flames, we whispered and made plans. Naked, I gave him a tour of my forge. And with a little extra time before dinner, Aire draped me across the workbench and hooked my limbs over his waist, our hands and lips everywhere, our bodies tireless, our hearts evenly matched.
Together, we made the most honest sounds we ever had.