Aire growled softly, chasing that end, pursuing it. Following the tormented sounds I made, his dick sped up. The firm length jutted, his crown punting that spot in quick succession, urging me to combust.
But not yet. Please not yet.
“Aire,” I wept. “Come with me.”
“I will,” he swore. “I promise.”
“Come, my knight.”
“Gods, Aspen.”
“Come.”
In the candles’ glow, his features crumbled, and a tortured sound wrenched from his throat. We stared as the bridge of his cock spasmed inside me. The tender vibrationstimulated every inch of my flesh, shoving me off a precipice alongside him.
Never taking our eyes off one another, we stalled. And then we came. While our bodies pumped into each other, my lips hung open on a scream, the clamor tangling with his shout.
Aire stalled, clasping my ass as the release poured from us. My pussy constricted around him, the climax gushing from me, dripping to the base of his dick. His lungs emptied, hollering to the ceiling, as a stream of cum jetted from the crown.
Molten heat washed through me. It took every ounce of willpower not to shut my eyes against the powerful onslaught. But I kept them open, kept them rooted on this man, who held my soul in a vise grip.
But no sooner did we sag, than we jolted into motion.
Aire hissed a needy sound. Impatiently, I scrambled backward as he charged, our pelvises dislodging for a mere second before my back crashed to the mattress once more.
Hauling my thighs apart, Aire covered my body with his own, our hands fisting overhead. In one swift move, we thrust across the bed as the full length of his cock pitched into me again. Knotting my calves over his ass, I yelped in satisfaction, the base of his erection brushing my clit.
Aire’s resonant groan rumbled through the room. His head bowed into mine, our faces pressing close.
Stamping my hands to the pillows and locking our fingers, Aire whipped his hips with serpentine precision. His glorious weight rubbed against mine. The caress of his pecs against my nipples, the spread of my limbs around his waist, and the thud of his pulse threw me into a fever dream.
Aire reeled his cock, the pace increasing. I rolled beneath him, undulating my hips to the point where he shuddered, and a curse barreled from his lungs.
Mashing our parted lips together, we heaved into one another. Sweat beaded over his torso and in the gulf between my breasts. The cabin spun, flames from the wicks dashed across the walls, and my flesh blazed.
The pleasure reached bone deep. Throbbing tension coiled in the pleat of my thighs, which splayed wide around him. Naked and breathing the same hot gusts of oxygen, we arched into one another.
I hadn’t known that decadence could be loving and sex could be this transformative. I chalked it up to make believe, the stuff of fairytales and fools.
I’d never been gladder to be wrong.
Adding my own flair to the lovemaking, I nipped his upper lip. Aire faltered, a husky chuckle escaping him. Then his features slackened in ecstasy as my cunt grabbed him tighter.
While his dick siphoned, my mouth fastened to his, my tongue plying against his own, wrenching a guttural cry from Aire. His waist beat with less constraint, swiping firmer, longer.
Ripping his lips away, he swooped to my throat and sucked on the crook. My head lurched into the pillow, a moan launching from my mouth. The sound encouraged him to do it again, his tongue lapping my neck, his mouth dragging to my breasts and closing around one nipple. Electric streaks fired through my limbs, intensifying as he switched to the opposite bud. All the while, his cock snapped gently.
Pulling back, he returned his mouth to mine. “I love your ferocity,” he rasped. “I love your courage. I love your boldness. I love your filthy, passionate mouth. I love how you wield that axe. I love how you fight. I love how you challenge this world. And I will love you until my dying breath.”
“Never stop,” I panted.
“Never,” he agreed.
With renewed dedication, Aire hefted himself up, clinging to my hands, taking in my reactions, making love steadily. His back hunched, the purposeful strokes of his body and controlled rock of his hips spiraling us into a long-suffering frenzy.
The next wave rose, heat flooding my pores, stripping me into fragments.
Yet I needed something else, something more, something just out of reach. And so did Aire.
