A soft growl punched from Aire’s lips. I mewled, the heated ridge of his dick spine-tingling, my cunt pouring onto him.
We locked gazes as he seized my ass, sloped my hips off the mattress, and aligned my pussy with his cock. With agonizing slowness, Aire swung the tip. Probing my sodden walls, he flexed into me by an inch.
Our mouths fell ajar, a unified cry flooding the chamber. Edging his waist backward, Aire focused on my awestricken features. Then he slung his cock forward again, pistoning another inch, coaxing a broken noise from me.
Mouth unhinging in a silent “ah,” he repeated the motion. His hips reeled away, pulling out to the crown, then slanting back in.
And again. And again.
I wept, the abrasion splintering me to pieces. Grappling for his ass, l grabbed hard, urging him to fuck rough, fast. But he only smiled through his moan and pumped at a languid pace, entering farther, deeper with each sinuous pass.
Then he struck a tight barrier that launched white spots behind my vision. I snapped upward into his frame. “Oh,” I yelped. “Oh god!”
“Fuck,” Aire rasped. “Aspen.”
Seated to the base, Aire’s cock filled my body so good. The muscles of my pussy clamped around him, sucking him in. For a moment, we suspended ourselves like this, joined at the waists.
As we studied one another, his eyelids fell to half-mast. Anchored to one another, we relished the hard shape of his cock buried so far, so high.
And then Aire swayed into motion. And I fell into cadence with him.
Strangled gasps beat from our throats, in rhythm to the short pumps of his cock. Skidding back and forth, the shallow juts decimated me. Each probe tightened my navel, drawing more liquid from my core.
The teasing pitch of his waist made my head spin. The punt of his crown against a narrow spot inside me wrenched another sob from my tongue.
While rocking, Aire savored the view. “What am I doing?”
“Making love to me,” I exhaled.
“And what are you doing?”
“Making love to you.”
Fucking so sweetly. And more than that. So much more.
Spurred by the answers, Aire accentuated his thrusts. Canting forward and backward, he pulled out farther and speared deeper. I transcended into another moan as he circled his ass, the upright stance intensifying the angle of his cock.
Unable to contain myself, I pitted my fingernails into his buttocks. Like this, I savored the flexing muscles, the toned flesh contracting.
The more I writhed, the more he indulged. Stringing me out. Stroking that ache. Fluid puddled in the crease of my pussy, which grabbed onto him, the clutch driving a groan from Aire’s mouth.
Bracketing me off the mattress, he palmed my own backside and skewered fully. Prying his gaze from mine, the knight viewed his dick sloping out to the roof, then sinking back in, the crown spreading my cunt.
He maintained a steady beat, rocking into me with long, concentrated pivots that tore my universe to shreds. In the candlelight, his whole frame rippled. From shoulders tothighs, the muscles rolled into one continuous wave, the picture otherworldly.
Yet real. So real.
I matched his pattern, bucking toward him, my arousal smearing his flesh to the sac. We worked into one another, our limbs synching. Aire crooned, overwrought every time my hips swiveled away and then slid back to him.
With each thick strike of his cock, my body sang. Throbbing heat gathered in my crease, my drenched walls catching his thrusts, the gentle strength of his movements picking me apart at the seams.
Pleasure crested, the buildup lasting a lifetime. With patient stamina, Aire stretched this out for all it was worth, dragging us to our limits until I lost my mind.
Nothing like this…
Nothing like this had ever felt…
I hit a new plateau, my cries growing shrill, my cunt pulsating. The flanks convulsed, on the brink of an orgasm that would split me in half.
