Aire bowed over me, brushing his mouth over the tear, then he mumbled against my lips, “No more pain. Only pleasure.”
I nodded into his mouth, accepting a brief, fervent kiss before he straightened. Then I gave myself over to the healing. With each concentrated ministration, the pangs faded. In their place, velvety sounds floated from my tongue, and a prolonged ache budded in my crease, wetting me before his gaze.
Aire crooned, “Lovely.” And when the noises cemented into moans, he raced his fingers down the center of my body, landing at the peak of my swollen clit. “So fucking lovely.”
The instant he nudged his thumb over the stud, I jolted into an arch. “Aire!”
“Yes,” he husked, dabbing the peg, circling it.
Every blood vessel set to burst. The steady pat of his finger inflated my flesh, triggering a rush of fluid, my pussy leaking onto his knuckles. I gyrated on the mattress, seeking more traction. So he gave it to me. Clamping one swell of myass, he skimmed his free fingers up and down the rift, rowing leisurely, tending to this ache.
I keened to the ceiling and pitched my knees steeper, angling my pussy to his hand. The knight watched me writhe, watched me soak his hand. He paid rapt attention, listening to the distress tumbling from my throat.
As Aire removed his finger, I whimpered. My plaintive whine condensed into an eager noise when those glazed digits landed on his pants. While bolting his hooded gaze to mine, Aire undid the clasps, teasing the flaps open. Between the sloped hipbones, the ruddy head of his cock rose into view. Flushed and bloated, it stretched upward. From the capped roof, a bead of cum pushed through.
My tongue passed across my teeth. I could swallow that droplet and subside off the flavor for days.
A tender growl ripped from Aire’s mouth. He stripped the pants down, the rest of his dick springing from the panels. The stem widened, the veins thickened, and his balls hung heavy.
Mine. All mine.
Kicking aside the garment, Aire towered naked. His imposing form ate up the background, candle flames dancing along the walls behind him. The firm profile of his ass tempted me, since I’d never gotten a full glimpse.
I extended and circled my index finger. The knight’s mouth curved, a hot little dimple burrowing into his face.
Obeying the command, he turned. And my respirations caught. The back was just as perfect as the rest of him, that taut ass smooth, shapely, and rock hard. I indulged to my heart’s content, planning to grab him there and hold on for dear life while that ass pumped.
Aire sensed this command before I voiced it. An enthusiastic hum drifted from his throat. Wheeling to face me, he snatched my thighs, about to spear them apart.
“Wait,” I rushed out.
The knight halted, a concerned look rippling across his face. But he had nothing to worry about. I wanted this. I wanted us. Though, not before I made something clear.
Bolstering on my elbows, I motioned for him to come closer. Aire complied, lowering himself, the width of his hips easing apart my limbs. We fell into the mattress, his frame hovering, the delicious smoothness of his body resting atop mine.
Security. Trust.
Skin on skin. His heart ramming against my own.
Enthralled, Aire cradled my cheek. “You can tell me anything.”
Anything. Everything.
No one had ever assured me of that. So before we started, I could tell him this.
“I love you too,” I breathed. “I love you, Aire.”
His expression collapsed, the words rushing through him like a tempest. Hypnotized, Aire gazed at me in wonder. A myriad of spellbound reactions shook across his features until they cemented into one. Happiness.
The knight’s mouth wreathed into a grin. As if he hadn’t dared to hope.
With an enraptured sigh, he captured my mouth. Folding our lips together, Aire drew us into a luxuriating kiss, his tongue swiping over mine. Tasting the words, we clasped one another’s jaws, our fingers and lips clutching.
Inching away, he brushed his mouth along my own. And I wiped a forelock from his face, our movements unhurried.
Then he straightened and took up where he left off. Snatching my knees, he whipped them apart, stretching my pussy.
In tandem, I linked my thighs over his hips. Bracing ourselves, we met halfway. As I nestled my slit closer, Aire prodded the hot ledge of his cock against me, the contact wringing groans from us.
