But then, he didn’t need an unhampered view or sensory powers. This man knew me to the marrow of my bones, as I knew him. No obstacle could hinder this bond.
He combed through my hair, brushing errant locks from my forehead. The knight paced himself, taking care with themotions, basking in each touch. Next, the tips of his fingers etched the leaf motifs twining across one cheek.
My heart fluttered like wings. Leaning back, I relinquished his cock in one long slide, then drove my tongue across my lips. Making a show of it, I lapped the remnants of his cum.
With a loving snarl, the knight released my hair. I yelped in glee as he snatched my waist, hoisted me off the ground, and dropped me onto his lap. Eager, I speared my legs around his pelvis. In unison, I scooted forward while Aire snatched my ass and yanked me against him. My body pressed flush with his, the bulk of his chest crushing my breasts.
Together, we seized the helmet and ripped it from his head. A pair of scorching eyes greeted me. Aire’s captivated gaze burned across my own, his lips parting in awe as he gripped my face.
“My Brazen Creature,” he marveled.
I braced my forehead to his. “My Noble Knight.”
Like this, we paced ourselves. Our lips found their way to each other, grazing, teasing. With each pass, shivers danced along my vertebrae.
Smiling, I tilted my head sideways as Aire ghosted over my ear, my neck, my shoulder. Then I straightened, his free hand cradling the back of my skull while the other palmed my ass. Panting, we nudged our waists together,
His cock should be spent. Yet between us, the turgid flesh rose, bloating wide again. The bridge abraded my clit, the friction tantalizing.
A moan curled off my tongue and filtered to his lips. Aire’s hum of appreciation traveled across my mouth.
With shallow juts of our hips, we rubbed against one another. Taunting. Tempting. As his dick sketched my cunt, the pulse between my thighs throbbed.
The whole time, we stared. Glimpsing one another through hooded eyes, we breathed the same oxygen, hot puffs of air bursting from our open mouths.
Aire’s erection tapped my clit, the traction sublime. A small cry cracked from my throat, sounding pained. The noise thickened his cock, and he emphasized the movements, coaxing more whimpers from me.
“I could watch you like this forever,” he groaned, jabbing his waist.
“I could do this to you forever,” I panted. “But that would make us late for dinner.”
Aire chuckled around another husky moan. “Then let us savor this now, and later, and whenever we wish.”
“Always.”
“Fuck yes.”
That gravelly curse plied me with tremors. Arousal coated the split of my pussy, fluid wetting the roof of his cock. More than that, our hearts rammed together, beating in a single tempo like a war drum.
Shearing my thighs outward, I hefted myself above the pome of his erection. Aire hissed as my walls glossed the tip, and our gazes bonded together.
Then we paused. Sweetly, the knight leaned in and planted a sacred kiss to my lips. In that moment, every violent, harsh, and dangerous thing I had experienced vanished, swept away on a gust of wind.
As I returned the kiss, Aire’s body shook. At last, duty, grief, and loss tumbled from the ramps of his shoulders.
The world beyond dissolved. Nothing existed but us.
Our mouths fell open on silent moans as I submerged onto his cock. My pussy clamped around him, descending to the base. Fully seated, I relished the heat, the shape of him inside me, and the passionate twist of his features.
Washed in the flames’ coral glow, we pinned our heads together and bucked into motion. The drenched slide of my cunt reeled atop his lap, our hips gyrating. Shadows and sounds overlapped, the outline of our bodies reflected along the floor, and Aire’s low growl mingled with my sobs.
His cock pumped upward, and my pussy rode downward, synching into a languid cadence. Like this, we fucked. Like this, we made love. Like this, we lived. Rocking into each other, we exchanged mesmerized breaths.
Aire’s features twitched in rapture as my body drenched him. In response, he slung his cock deeper, higher until I wept.
With the patience of a saint, he circled his waist. “Do you remember what I said on Reaper’s Fest after the tournament?”
I cried out, “You know I do.”
