“No, not complaining,” he told her. “You still feel… heaven. Bet I can last longer like this.” His lips found her ear; brushed against her earlobe. “Maybe I can fuck you all night long. I’d like that.” He shoved back inside. “Fuck you until you can’t even walk straight.”
Cassia buried her face against the taut muscles of his neck and whimpered against his hot skin. The sound leaked out as Aevrin thrust inside her body again.
“Aevrin,” she hissed. Another moan, as he drove deep into her. “I can’t… I’ll scream.”
“Turn around,” he suggested, his voice strained to its limits. He pulled out and slowly, deliberately, pushed his hard dick back deep inside of her.
“What would…” she barely managed.
“Scream into the pillow,” he said, and finally paused, again, deep in her, his head just above hers, their lips almost touching as they talked.
Flushed with heat, Cassia nodded. He pulled out; she flipped over onto her knees, hips up, and buried her face into one of the pillows.
Aevrin’s hand skimmed along her spine, then grabbed her hips as he rose up to his knees. She felt him slowly position his shaft again, and reached up to help, guiding his shaft back inside her where it belonged. With her eyes shut and her face buried, the rest of the world vanished. Cassia moaned into the soft pillow as Aevrin pushed himself back inside of her. He scraped against her at this new angle, driving herpleasure. The feel of him in her, and his hands holding her hips up… there was nothing else. Just heat, and pleasure.
The sound of her cry didn’t travel. She let herself moan louder into the pillow as he thrust again, harder, smacking into her. The bed rattled. Aevrin’s breathing came harsh and fast.
“Cassia,” he groaned, his voice low and just for her. “The things you do to me.”
He pushed her stomach down to the bed, her hips angled sharply up as he covered her, his chest pressed to her back. His movements were short and fast, their bodies grinding together with his length rubbing inside her. The motion ground her against the bed, putting pressure on her clit. Cassia yelled into the pillow, the sound stifled down to nothing. He dug beneath her to pinch one of her breasts hard. Cassia cried out again, muffled, and angled her hips higher to let him deeper into her.
“Saints,” Aevrin breathed into her ear. “Fuck, what I’d give you hear you moaning for my cock. To make you scream for real.” His hips drove hard against her, their bodies slick where they met, drenched and smacking together. His hand tightened on her breast as his breathing became jagged and his thrusts erratic. Aevrin let go of her chest and dug his hand beneath her stomach, pushing his fingers lower to reach for her clit. He found it.
“You’re so good and wet,” he whispered, rubbing tight circles against her drenched clit. Aevrin nipped her ear. He sounded desperate. “I want to feel you cum around my cock. No. Not want. Need. Can you cum for me? Please, Casssia?”
And then as he fucked her from behind she rubbed steadily against his hand, his fingers firm against her; she reached down and set them just where she wanted as Aevrin plunged deep into her again and again, his breath shuddering; until Cassia could feel her eyes rolling back and her screams became entirelysoundless against the pillow, choked as the orgasm punched through her. She spasmed beneath Aevrin’s pinning weight, then stilled. It rolled through her. Exhausted, Cassia fought to keep her hips tilted for him.
With a soft moan against her shoulder, his mouth parted, Aevrin pulled his hand away from her clit and tugged her hips back up. Then he rose, back to his knees, pulling her ass up with him, her face still in the pillows. He squeezed her hips tight. He started slow, steady. A driving, deep rhythm. His splayed fingers sank into her hips and ass as he held her in place. Then he lost control, and hammered himself into her, fast. Hard. Desperate. Groaning as he pounded against her.
The smack of their bodies pounding together was too loud. The bedframe shuddered and squeaked. She couldn’t find the energy to tell him about the noise—she wasn’t sure she couldspeak, or form a coherent sentence in her head, he’d scrambled her entirely. But she didn’t have to tell him. Because then Aevrin moaned, the sound thankfully quiet, and ground her back down to the bed, pushing himself as deep as he could. She angled to take him deeper yet. His member throbbed inside her body, jerks of cum spilling into the sheath. He whimpered her name against her neck, his fingers still gripping her tightly by the hips as she lay pinned beneath his weight, his flesh burning against hers.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “So much for all night. You… the way youfeel…” his lips stilled against her skin.
"It was alright? Even with it on?"
"Miss Cassia… you could dull all my senses and I'd still come to pieces at the thought of you," he whispered.
For a long moment they lay there, both face-down, Aevrin’s weight like a heavy blanket and his hands tracing the sides of her body. There was no memory of feeling so secure, sosafe from the world, as she did just then. It was a little hard to get a good breath beneath him, but she didn’t care; would have let him stay that way for hours.
It was Aevrin who moved first, rising up just long enough to pull at Cassia and encourage her to turn towards him. He tugged down the bedspread and she exhaustedly clambered beneath it, the slick of her own arousal coating her thighs. Aevrin followed, and then she was in his arms, buried against his chest and the still-frantic beat of his heart, each naked, skin-to-skin, side by side, with nothing between them.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Just held each other tight. She drifted in and out of consciousness as he slowly traced her body with his fingertips until enough sense returned that Cassia realized she ought to get up and clean up. Reluctantly she pressed a hand to Aevrin’s pecs, stirring herself slowly to action. He stroked her arm, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and rolled slowly to his back, arms still loosely around her.
“I need to get up for a moment,” Cassia admitted.
He nodded silently, and she studied his face to make sure all was well.
It was. Aevrin looked utterly peaceful, a quiet smile on his face, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. She couldn’t help but smile back, a little smug she had done it to him, withoutherhaving to do anything at all.
“It was good for you?” she asked anyways, wanting to hear him say it. He raised an eyebrow.
“We oughta do it again a few times if you wanna be sure,” the rancher teased. She scowled; he grinned. “It was perfect.You’reperfect. You did finish, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered back with a smile, and rose slowly from the bed into the cool air. Cassia dressed slowly, and slippedcarefully into the hall, peering each way before leaving to satisfy herself there was nobody coming or going.
She ached all over, in the best of ways.
She yawned as she cleaned herself up, and thought how nice it would be to spend the night in Aevrin’s room with him, if he was alright with it. She couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t be.
