His release came quickly, as I had suspected it would. He kissed his way up my neck and I tilted my head down to kiss him as he tensed and throbbed and trembled through his orgasm.
He gave me a pained look. I hushed the apology I felt coming with another kiss to his lips, then the soft words, “This was for you.”
Something shifted in his look then, his clear blue eyes twinkling. He grinned. “Then the next will be for you… and I’m certain I’ll remain distracted.”
I smiled, liking the sound of that.
I was carefully let down as he withdrew. Then… he removed his shirt and, with another wave of his hand, it wrapped itself around the rough bark of the tree. “Sorry if that hurt,” he whispered. If it had, I hadn’t noticed, though I’d probably have a scrape or two. He pulled me close and we kissed for a long moment again, as I felt his erection revivify between us.
When he released my lips, he turned me around slowly. I was a bit confused by this until I felt him pull me close again, his firm chest against my back. His arms around me and seeking, stroking, caressing and then I understood. His lips were soft upon my shoulders and neck, as I pulled my hair up and away for him. His one hand was firm upon my breasts as his other stroked softly upon my folds. He had all the control, all the power, but I was the benefactor of everything. I leaned my head back upon his shoulder, looking up at the branches once more as he teased my arousal up to body-trembling heights.
Then I felt him shift and move, and his erection slid between my legs then up to my opening. I was far more ready for him this time as his fingers, slick with my wetness, helped to guide him in. And though he could not go deep, this angle felt amazing!
I moaned and moved against him, letting him hear my appreciation. And he whispered in my ear: “I love you, Legs. I need you. You are my world.”
Good, that was the point of this exercise. It was also pleasing to hear, and with his slow thrusting and miracle fingering, I bundled his hot breath upon my ear and the words I so wanted to hear into a whirlwind of passion swirling within me. He did not pick up his pace, but simply kept up all his precious teasing touches upon my now trembling flesh. For a moment his one hand left my loins to rise to my other breast and both hands grasped me hard, pressing me to him. I gasped and felt a mini-peak of bliss, body tensing. Then he moved those strong but agile fingers out to tease my hardened nipples and that peak rose and built.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m so close!” I needed to let him know. If he was going to let loose, now was the time.
He tugged at an earlobe with his lips as his hands, hard-pressing, slid down my body to the front of my hips, one slipping a little lower still to press against the raging nub of my clitoris as he did indeed pick up his pace.
The first orgasm bucked me forward. I pressed my hips back against him, needing him deeper as I put my hands against the tree — now covered by his shirt — and used that as leverage to roll my hips back with each of his thrusts. I could hear his heavy breaths, but only barely over my own rough gasps as he slipped his fingers over my clit again and roused a second and more powerful wave of full-body bliss. I was frozen then, tense and trembling as he thrust harder still until his release. And feeling that heart-pounding surge inside me sent me spinning into an oblivion of ecstasy, my body going weak.
But his strong hands were there to guide me, help me up, as we trembled together for a long moment. Eventually he helped me down, laying with my back upon him as he lay on the ground. It was his turn for the rocks and roughness.
It was a long time before I could speak, asking, “What are you thinking about now?”
“You,” he said kissing my shoulder. “And right now, I couldn’t imagine thinking of anything else.” His hips bucked with an after-shock of bliss as he gasped. Then I gasped. Then we laughed together. “I love you, Legs, thank you. You are the most amazing woman.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself. Don’t forget it. When you’re troubled by anything else, just remember me and how amazing we are together and know you can do anything.”
Awkwardly, we shifted so we could touch lips and the kiss was deep but brief.
“I will,” he whispered. “I will.”
We lay together for a while longer, as the evening grew dark, before finally separating and dressing.
“What was that thing you did, with my clothes and your shirt?” I asked, remembering now.
Oh yes, that was fascinating! I’m so curious!Auwei was near to giddy. This was what Lumani lived for, the many new and interesting experiences of this world.
He laughed. “I don’t tend to show that to anyone, even my own people. It’s a Fey thing.”
I raised a brow. “Oh?”
“Yes, Fey magic comes through the working of material. Some are good with wood, others with metal, some with clay and earth, others with living beings, and some… with cloth.” He flipped his hand and put his arms up and his shirt put itself back upon him. He grinned.
I recalled how Midnight had made that branch appear then disappear from the wooden support in the barn, when interrogating that brute.
Oh yes, you’re right; fascinating!
“It’s actually very useful. I don’t need armor, I can make my own clothes as hard as steel. It takes little concentration now, I’ve been practicing it most of my life. I can unravel threads, and make them reach across a room to get a cup or pour a kettle. Again, I don’t do it often, only when I’m alone, and I’m sure I’m not nearly as proficient as a full Fey would be, but…” He shrugged. “It can come in handy from time to time.”
I imagined so. “That is amazing,” I said and meant it.
“I wouldn’t say it’s any more or less amazing than you becoming a spider or having powers of such an animal.”
I nodded. “True.”
