“Do you wish for me to stop?” I asked, determined to ignore the throb in my cock and the insistent urge to grind against him until we reached completion together. The choice was up to him.
“N-No, but…” His hips shifted again, his breathing becoming choppy as he moved against me. “I’m a little worried I’m going to make a mess of my clothes.”
A slow smile spread across my face, one he saw when his hand ran up my arm and neck to touch my face. He flushed, giving me a disgruntled look. “Shut up.”
Barking out a laugh, I dragged him into another heated kiss, pulling away when he began grinding against me again. “Allow me to help you, erska. I do not wish for you to have to clean the clothes twice in one day.”
Reaching between us, I pulled his tunic free of his trousers and moved it out of the way before turning to his legwear. His boots prevented me from removing them entirely, but I decided it was for the best. If I truly got him naked in my bed, I worried I wouldn’t be able to go slow like I promised. It had been a long time since I shared pleasure with another.
“Oh, gods…” he moaned as I took his cock in my hand and stroked it lightly. I had an oil in my chest that I would fetch in a moment, but I couldn’t resist touching him first. His pale, creamy skin was unblemished, his stomach smooth instead of toned like my clan brothers. His cock was a ruddy red, leaking from the tip, and sizeable enough to be impressive for a man built like him. I spread the liquid escaping him down his shaft, marveling at the way his body writhed and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, like he was trying to muffle the sounds threatening to escape him.
“No, erska. Do not hide from me. I want to hear your music.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
HENRY
My cheeks burned hotter at his sultry request. I never would have considered the sounds I was trying to muffle were any sort of music, but apparently Garrun felt differently. The sentiment was sweet, and made me want to give in to his request, but I was hyper aware that we hadn’t gone far from the fire to get to his tent. What were the chances people were nearby and would overhear us? That would be embarrassing.
Garrun released my aching cock, and a whimper escaped me, worried he’d stop if I didn’t give in to what he’d requested. But before I could explain myself, he took me in hand again, this time with something on his palm that made the touch extra slippery.
“Oh, gods! Garrun!”
“Yes, erska. Like that,” he encouraged, stroking my shaft with the slippery substance to ease the glide of his roughened palm. My body moved of its own volition, back arching, hips thrusting in a desperate bid for more friction. I’d touched myself, ofcourse, but nothing I’d ever done had come even close to feeling as amazing as this.
“Do you want more?” he queried, his voice husky like he was just as affected as I was.
“More?” I panted. How was there more? Any more and I’d explode.
Still, I nodded, biting back another whimper as he moved away from me again. My heart stuttered when he came back and laid his big body against mine, the skin to skin contact making my eyes flutter shut as sensations flooded my senses. His soft warm skin was a direct contradiction to the tight muscles of his abs. The feel of his hard cock gliding along mine sent me into a scramble, my fingers digging into his sides and along his neck until I could pull his lips to mine, muffling the moan that ripped from me when he ground against me with more intention. I hadn’t thought without clothes would be much different, but it really was. I’d never felt anything like it. Every grinding movement was like fanning a flame, making my body hot all over and sweat gather on my skin.
“More… more…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for anymore. I was just babbling at that point. All I knew was that I never wanted him to stop.
Tangling his tongue with mine in a deep kiss, Garrun thrust harder against me, quiet grunts and groans escaping him that made me understand better what he meant about the sounds being music. I couldn’t get enough of those sounds either.
Tingles started at the base of my spine, making my movements more frantic as I lifted my hips to meet his grinding thrusts. It was too much and not enough, and when my release finally crested, it felt like the whole world paused for a breath. I shattered, moaning into his mouth as my hips jolted and warmth spilled between us. Garrun wasn’t far behind me, his movements turning jerky and not as smooth as before. I hadonly a second to touch his face, to feel his expression as his face twisted in pleasure, before he came with a low moan that gave me goosebumps.
“That escalated quickly,” I murmured mostly to myself as I fought to catch my breath. I wasn’t fully sure what had just happened. One moment we were kissing, the next we were all over each other, like twenty eight years of pent up sexual tension burst out all at once.
I felt Garrun’s frown against my fingertips, his tone confused when he asked, “What?”
Shaking my head, I chose not to try to translate that. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t on board with what happened. I was just surprised. I’d planned on taking things slow, to not let myself get overwhelmed. That apparently went out the window when such a sweet and handsome man was pinning me to the bed and rutting against me.
My cock twitched in an effort to harden again. It was a little embarrassing, but Garrun was nice enough not to comment. He kissed my palm softly before shifting away from me and grabbing a cloth of some kind to clean us up.
When he laid back down beside me, I turned to face the warmth of Garrun’s body, suddenly cold without him pressed against me despite the heat in the tent. His fingers carded through my hair, brushing a few sweaty strands off my forehead. “Are you alright?”
I smiled at the sweet question, using touch to find his mouth and kiss him soundly. “I’m good. Surprised, but good.”
He huffed a laugh, leaning closer to press his forehead against mine. “Surprised is a good word to use,” he said, kissing the tips of my fingers when they traced over the smile on his lips. “You keep surprising me.”
I could say the same about him. Garrun made me feel seen in ways I’d never experienced before. Not only that, but he mademe feel… normal. He didn’t constantly draw attention to my limitations or treat me like I was made of glass. We were two red blooded males overtaken by passion. Nothing else needed to be said about it. I liked that.
My hands moved to touch him again, drifting up his chest and along the thick muscles of his arms. My fingers traced the scars that marred the smooth surface, some long enough to go from his back to his ribs, lining up almost perfectly with the ones on his arms. Like he’d been covering something when he got them.
“Can I ask what happened?”
The words were almost a whisper. I didn’t want to break the moment or make him think the scars bothered me in any way. I just wanted to know more about him, about the injury that haunted his sleep and made people unjustly afraid of him.
