I’d ridden here shirtless, with only my broadswords attached to my back. Aspen’s attention ransacked every contour of my torso, from the span of my pecs to my narrow abdomen, gradually descending to the lump in my pants. Moments ago, she loosened the flaps, the panels slumping, framing my hipbones.
Licking her savory lips, Aspen snared my waist. With a rough jolt, she towed the garment down.
My cock sprang from the vent. Her breathing stalled, then rushed out in a whoosh.
Ascending from the weighty sac, my column stood thick and firm, with veins inflating around its girth. In contrast to my light complexion, a ruddy flush glossed the pommel of my cock, the head round and tight at its center, where a translucent droplet pressed through the slit.
I would call it arousal. She would call it cum.
Heaven help me, I liked her choice better.
Aspen’s rapt gaze expanded my length, boosting it to my navel. Cool air brushed my foreskin, clashing with the heat surging to my crown. My fingers itched to do something I never had, to brace my cock and massage the elastic layer of skin while she watched. Yet that would take additional time, and I lacked the capacity for pacing, for she had annihilated that weeks ago.
Aspen must have sensed this. Scrambling off the merlon, she planted her body flush with mine and wedged her fingers between us. And I damn near lost my mind when she twined her hand around my cock, stroking up and down, her thumb sweeping the bead of cum.
The broadswords were still affixed to my spine. I had to get them off quickly.
Yet a groan cracked from my lungs. “The longer you do that, the more I shall languish.”
“I’ll stop on one condition.” Draping her tongue across my seething lips, she whispered, “Promise to fuck me like a fighter. Promise to fuck me with that big, powerful body and virtuous cock.”
Oh, fuck the swords. A carnivorous growl sliced across my tongue, my hands trapped her hips, and I whipped Aspen around. She gasped, spinning to face the woodland canopy shrouding us from view, so far off the understory no one would hear her scream above the wind.
We chuffed the same oxygen, exhilarated anger expelling from our chests. I positioned myself against her spine, my pectorals brushing her shoulders. With accelerated motions, I walked her to the edge, her naked body framed by the crenelations.
With any other conquest, the dirty words would have scandalized me. From her, the invitation spurred an untamed response.
“Take heed, asking for promises,” I warned, my exhalation skimming her ear like a blade. “I’m neither feeling virtuous, nor the least bit fucking noble.”
“I doubt that,” she baited. “Good men don’t know how to fuck any differently—”
She yelped as I collared her throat, caught one breast, and swatted my cock against the split of her ass. “Oh yes, we fucking do,” I hissed into her flushed cheek. “Test me on this. Command me.”
In a rush of motion, Aspen planted her palms on the crenelations, scissored her thighs apart, and tilted her waist. The position exhibited the ample contours of her ass, the glistening shadow of her pussy tucked into the gap.
“Hard,” she ordered, taking charge once more. “Fuck me hard, knight.”
Her wish. My command.
Clamping her waist, I strode between those open thighs, angled my erection, and flung my waist. With a victorious cry, Aspen snapped backward. The full length of my cock lurched into the sweet clutch of her pussy, the soft lips clamping around me to the seat.
A groan emptied from the pit of my chest, the sound captivated and haunted, ejecting from somewhere near my heart. Fearful of my own demise, I hadn’t dared to imagine what this woman would feel like clasping my cock. Nothing compared to the soaked cleft wrapping around my flesh, squeezing to the base.
Our moans tangled in the eventide air. Aspen’s buttocks expanded, accommodating the diameter of my length, the depth of my penetration. That drenched passage sucked me in, so that my cock pulsed, the skin feverish against her own.
How perfectly we fit.
I watched her head slant to the clouds, all that hair scattering around her face, and those fingernails embedding into the facade. Such a vision, this view of Aspen’s resplendent body naked, standing at the top of this wild, moonlight spilling across her shocked profile, eyes sealed in wonder, and holding me inside her. I would take the image to my grave.
But first, I would honor my pledge to fuck her soundly.
We spewed gruff noises, relishing this long-anticipated mating. Then we unleashed. Naked and armed to the teeth, I reeled my hips backward, drawing my erection from her cunt. A despairing whine coiled from Aspen’s lungs, which sharpened into another cry when I lurched my waist forward, the point of my dick spearing into her again.
Blood swirled in my sac as I repeated the motion, sloping out and pistoning in. Then again. And again. Breaking into a rapid tempo, I beat my cock back and forth with fervent strokes. The impact jostled Aspen, punting her toward the vista, every jab wringing sobs from her throat.
Each time, her pussy gripped me tighter, wetting me anew. My bare cock prickled, the tumult mounting.
Matching my endurance, Aspen flatted her palms on the crenelations and used the leverage to haul her backside in reverse. Launching toward my waist, she bucked her cleft into me with abandon, her pussy groping my cock.
