I’d never been a quiet one, but the concentrated pace of Aire’s touch elevated me to a new level of delirium. With each sharp pulse of his fingers, I discovered another corner inside myself, a sensitive crevice that came alive when he made contact.
Aire located those spots with ease, drawing out the sensations, propelled by my response. Unabashed, I poured down his fingers. My cries toughed into shouts, and that’s when he slapped a palm over my lips.
This freed my other leg, enabling me to lurch my waist higher. Aire met the challenge, plying my cunt, dabbing my clit,the slippery traction causing my eyes to slide back. My hollers ground into his palm, and his private growls struck my cheek, and the lips of my pussy convulsed.
The foreshocks crested, radiating across my flesh. If I didn’t pass out before coming, it would be a miracle.
On each thrust, Aire’s muscled arm flexed through his sleeves. The steady pace destroyed me, never losing its proficiency. This knight fucked and fondled the same way he fought—with unmatched skill, patience, and dedication.
His thumb orbited my clit, swiping lightly. Frenzied noises peeled from my lungs.
Unable to stand it, I bit his palm out of sheer preservation. If not, I would shriek to the heavens and wake the dead, as well as our companions.
Instead of jerking back in pain, Aire hummed. Unfazed by my teeth, he notched his fingers higher, deeper, longer. My cunt constricted, gripping his hand, dousing it with my arousal.
Bounding forward and backward, I reeled on his digits, my lungs emptying. The instant my pussy lips contracted, Aire’s cock twitched, and his desperate groan rushed into my ears.
“Come,” he stressed. “Come like a Brazen Fucking Creature.”
“Aire,” I wept as he released my mouth. “I’m going to—”
“Yes. Please do.”
“You’re making me—”
“Come.”
With abandon, I chased his hand, and he chased my cries. My cunt grabbed Aire’s strong fingers and splashed all over them. The walls tensed, clinging to his hand as it fucked into me.
At last, I sprang apart. Snapping into an arch, I dug my heels into the ground and bellowed. My pussy ruptured, pleasure spilling from the crease. I soaked his hand andscreamed into the tree, the decibel reaching a plateau as Aire snatched my jaw and swooped down.
His mouth captured my own, swallowing the cacophony, his tongue lapping up the rampant noises. All the while, his fingers rowed in and out, plucking at every nerve. Fingering my cunt and clamping our lips together, he wrested every drop from my soaked cunt.
I came loud and long into his mouth, around his pumping fingers, and against his solid body. Devoting himself to the task, Aire speared his hand until I deflated into a heap. Then with one set of fingers tucked inside me, the knight brushed my clit and sighed into my mouth.
The softest kiss. The truest touch.
It felt as if I’d waltzed into a sensuous fantasy with a man who cared, who listened, who pleasured unconditionally, and who gave without expectation.
Our lips clung, falling into a drugged tempo. His tongue swiped my own, mirroring what his hand had just done, what his cock could do. With our mouths folding, rocking together, I swung my ass into his lap, the bridge of his dick lifting higher.
Aire shuddered into the kiss. He tore his mouth away, those blue eyes glittering like the eventide sky.
Firmly, he cradled my face. “No,” the knight hissed against my lips. “This was only for you.”
22
Aspen
Only for me. Those fervent words broke the spell, impaling my gut like a dagger. Innocently spoken, the declaration sliced through the climax in one brutal thrust.
I’d just experienced the longest, most earth-shattering, life-altering orgasm of my life. The pleasure had knocked the wind out of me, transporting my body to another zenith, launching me into the hemisphere. Terms I never used like “euphoria” and “rapture” sat on my tongue. Forget erotic hallucinogenics imported from Spring. This much ecstasy had the power to erect utopian cities and spawn tropical paradises.
Aire hadn’t been exaggerating when he swore to overthrow every sexual encounter I’d had with other men, in addition to the routine fantasies I used to have about him. While slumped in a heap, with my cunt a drenched mess, nothing compared. No skilled cock ever decimated me the way his fingers had.
Yet this man took intimacy seriously. He didn’t fuck on a casual basis. So despite the aftershocks quavering through my pussy, self-contempt leached the blood from my limbs, his reply jabbing my conscience like the point of a needle.
I refused to let anyone monopolize me sexually. Yet by the same token, I had taken advantage of someone else.
