Exhilarated, I took a moment to savor the heated trust banking in his irises. The image stoked me with pride and electric streaks of lust. Reaching up, I slipped the headpiece over his bowed scalp.
Those beautiful features vanished, with only the shadow of Aire’s jawline peeking through. The armor sat comfortably atop his neck. Fantastic, considering he would be wearing it for a while.
Balancing on tiptoes, I whispered, “No peeking.”
Aire’s breath struck the helmet’s interior. “Yes, my lady.”
Ambition fluttered in my navel. With coy patience, I lowered my fingers to the clasps sealing his coat and plucked apart the first closure. Aire sucked in a gush of oxygen, the broad span of his pecs rising and falling quicker. As if he saw more than the narrow eye slits allowed, I nibbled on my lower lip and moved to the next fastening.
One by one, I picked open the flaps. The lapels split as I glided my palms over his shoulders and pushed the vestment down his biceps. Aire helped, shrugging out of the garment until it hit the floor in a puddle. Beneath, a finely spun shirt accentuated his frame, the loose neckline exposing his clavicle and the rapid palpitations at his throat.
I went to work on the shirt, peeling it from him at a lazy pace, relishing the cliffs of smooth skin that expanded into view. Furnace fire sketched his torso in fevered shades, amber and copper highlighting the sculpted ridges.
My mouth watered. I would nip, suck, and taste every inch by the time I was done with him.
Then again, I would never be done. And I liked the sound of that.
Divesting the upper layers revealed what had been hiding underneath. The wide outline of his cock shoved against the front of his pants. Hard. Heavy. Mine to feast on at leisure.
When my fingers dove to the closures of his leather hose, a hoarse noise escaped Aire’s throat. Poor knight needed to be liberated from these fitted pants. Tending to this problem, I unraveled the flaps and spread them.
The delectable slopes of his hipbones appeared. Then his cock lifted from the gap.
Thick and smooth, its length tipped toward his navel. The skin pulled taut over a netting of veins, a feverish shade darkened his crown, and the tight slit leaked an opaque drop of cum.
Seasons strike me. I needed to quench my thirst with that morsel.
But first, I rolled the pants down Aire’s limbs, and he kicked them aside in haste. Relief whooshed from his lungs, followed swiftly by a gruff noise that carved through the room. Even then, I took my time to relish the visual.
The First Knight stood naked and vulnerable in my forge. Only a helmet I designed covered him like a fantasy made manifest.
My palpitations quickened. Seeing him like this, and picturing what I planned on doing to him, sent a rush of fluid to the line of my cunt. Until this man, I never knew a person could feel unconditional adoration and selfless arousal at once.
Resting my fingers on Aire’s narrow waist, I ushered him backward. In front of the furnace, his calves hit a chair. Heeding my unspoken command, the knight lowered himself to the seatlike an obedient servant. His long limbs bent, his dick stretched high, and his throat contorted.
Nothing and no one had ever looked sexier.
That alone deserved a reward. He had knelt for me once. It was my turn now.
Aire’s respirations stalled as I cupped his knees and eased them farther apart. Then I sank to the ground, my tongue aching for that small bead of liquid sitting on his crown. Nudging my body into the vent of his legs, I ran my fingers over his thighs, then strapped them around the stem of his cock.
“Shit,” Aire uttered gruffly. “Aspen—”
“Remember what I said,” I scolded. “No peeking.”
Before he could reply, I craned my head down. Trekking across all that skin and sinew, my teeth skimmed over his neck, then I kissed every tattoo coasting across his flesh and raked my tongue over his pert nipples.
Aire groaned, soft fragments of sound that send a charge through me. Spurred by his reaction, I nipped his pecs, and licked a trail over his cobbled abdomen.
Finally, my lips reached the crest of his dick. The shaft waited, poised upright and flushed. Unfurling my warm tongue, I flicked the bulbous head and swept the dot of cum into my mouth.
Aire tensed, a sexy hiss cutting from his lips. Fresh salt dissolved on my palette, drawing a moan from me.
“Marvelous,” I raved, wiping my thumb lightly over the ruddy crown. “Let’s see if the rest of you tastes just as good.”
With that goal in mind, I scaled my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in one unbroken lick. The knight’s muscles shook, he fisted the chair arms, and a gritty noise sheared through the helmet.
Languidly, I rowed my tongue up and down. Covering every solid inch, I lapped on his flesh, inflating the pomewider. Heat radiated from Aire’s sac, and the width of his cock expanded, blood pulsing beneath the skin.
