“Should I not?” she whispered. He hadn’t seemed bothered before, only now, when she reached out to touch him.
“I'm fine. Please. Don't stop.” His voice was sharp. Ayla frowned.
“Are you certain?”
“I have never beenmorecertain. It was just a moment."
Moving slowly, and watching his every reaction in case it became too much, Ayla traced her hand down his bicep, then around to the cut of muscles on his upper back. Inch by inch, he relaxed to her touch, his breath deepening. His eyes took on a dazed look, a lust so heavy he was drunk with it. Niel's hips shifted slightly, pushing himself against her as his breath caught.
Niel’s hand was slower as he found her waist, his hand cold through the thin fabric of her shift, but lighting her aflame all the same. His hand moved lower, until he passed the fabric bunched up just below her hips and reached the bare skin of her thighs.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured.
His hand traced up her body and over the fabric again, coming between them to brush her stomach before freezing an inch below her breasts.
She could feel his breath hitch against her skin of her cheek. Ayla waited a moment, to see what he would do, then met his eyes. Niel was staring at her with a longing look, like he wanted to touch her and was not sure he was allowed.
Ayla took his hand and moved it up to rest against her breast. Niel’s lips parted, his nostrils flaring as his eyes darkened with desire. She wrapped her hand back around his shoulder as he slowly kneaded her breast. Ayla bit her lower lip as her core tightened in response. Niel groaned and squeezed his hand tighter on her.
“I will take off my shift,” Ayla whispered, her voice thick, “if you will take off your trousers. Or, we need not.”
For a moment he didn’t answer, just moved his hand to touch her other breast over the shift. And then, wordlessly, he reached between them to unfasten his pants. Ayla huffed a laugh and wriggled from the shift. She hesitated a moment, then stripped her underpants as well.
“I'm taking off all of it,” she told him. He did the same in silence, then pressed himself back against her.
Beneath the warmth of the blankets she could feel his body in sharp relief. His stiff cock dug into her hip, and she moved her body against him so that her breasts were pressed to his chest. For a moment their hands found each other’s sides: hips, arms, and waists, tracing the lines of each other’s bodies. Between her legs an insistent ache pulsed, one she had not felt in years.
Niel's breath came hard and fast. His lips found hers, his kisses demanding now, and she was glad for it, because she wanted to be taken.
Niel’s free hand found her breasts again. Ayla arched her back lightly as his thumb traced over a nipple, and as he squeezed again, taking the whole of her right breast into one hand. He kissed her more deeply, his hand still massaging her chest.
Then he broke away. Ayla blinked hazily at him as he lifted the blanket enough to duck his head beneath it and look at her. Realizing what he was doing, she fought a giggle.
“Would you like the firelight?” she asked.
“You’ll be too cold,” he answered sheepishly. "I just wanted to see them for a moment." He set the blanket back down, looking at her eyes now.
“You can warm me with your hands after,” she suggested. He gave her a longing look, but he didn't move, and she realized that Niel did not have it in him to make her uncomfortable, no matter how strong his desire. She pushed the blanket down to her hips so that he would not have to.
The knight rose slowly to an elbow, his eyes fixed to her chest. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her nipples went even harder in the cold, visibly stiffening. Niel stared slack-jawed, an awed expression on his face.
He bent down and slowly pressed his lips against the peak of one breast, then his tongue, a rough, slow, swipe. His hips shifted against her, pushing his cock against her thigh and stomach. When his mouth left her for her other breast, the air where he’d licked her flesh was so cold it burned.
Niel drew his head a few inches back to look again.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered worshipfully.
“Me, or my breasts?” Ayla asked.
His eyes were on hers in an instant, drunk with lust. Niel drew the blankets back up to their shoulders.
“You. All of you.” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping his hands around her back now instead of lingering on her chest, and stared into her eyes. She shivered gratefully against the warmth of his flesh. He rubbed a hand down her back, warming her. “I did not mean to be so, ah…”
“Transfixed?” Ayla suggested, with a smirk she could not help. “Don’t apologize. I was teasing.”
His warm hand kept stroking her back, firm and slow. She ran her own palm over his arm, then down the front of his chest. Niel’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening, as she brushed her fingers lightly over his rigid cock and settled her hand on his hip instead.
“Do you want me to?” she asked quietly.
