May he what?
My mouth was supposed to ask that, but it must have broken. I nodded and lost the ability to draw oxygen as Aire’s thumb approached, the pad tracing the beauty mark rooted near my upper lip, his hooded eyes tracking the motion.
A slow palpitation beat in my temples. But it wasn’t just that. Inspiration banked in his eyes, the patent desire to explore.
“Damn,” I whispered. “You’re good at this.”
A sheepish grin tipped one corner of his mouth, then flattened into an unmistakable line. “I’m good at many things.” His thumb trailed across my lower lip. “I would be a slave to your pleasure, if you permit me.”
“You’re not thinking straight,” I panted, scooting closer, giving his hand unfettered access. “I blame this enclave. It’s like the wildflower forest in Spring. The Lost Treehouses are putting a spell on us.”
Loss of control. Loss of composure.
I’d done enough damage to last this man a lifetime. Now this, another mistake about to happen.
My lips parted to remind him of our agreement, that we swore not to push this upheaval further, but then Aire grazed my cheek. “It isn’t this enclave influencing me.” His palm cupped my jaw, then glided to my throat, embers firing in his wake.“Now that I’ve known your pleasure, I fear you’ve converted me. The struggle between us has only augmented this craving.”
“Sexual tension,” I interpreted. “Fighting as foreplay.”
“Indeed. You’ve breached my inhibitions.”
“Evidently.” My skull tilted as he skimmed the column of my neck. “To illustrate, you’ve uttered more words in a week than I’ve heard in our whole lives.”
“Then cease doubting your impact,” Aire’s gravely baritone insisted. “Indulge for both of our sakes. Or at least show pity and put me out of this misery.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Discovery. I would see where this leads. One more time.”
“One more time,” I repeated, my outtakes rushing against his own.
“Just once more,” he murmured. “I would satisfy you beyond comprehension.”
He’d already done that. Still, I could give him this, give him something good and absolute, if only for another moment. Then we would finally move on, leave this behind, and recover.
In this imaginative place, I pretended to believe that was possible. And maybe so did he.
My head swung down, leveling with Aire’s. At the same time, his finger routed back to my lips. Opening my mouth, I sank my teeth into the supple flesh of his thumb, biting the tip.
Aire’s breath quickened, and his enigmatic pupils kindled with something beyond lust. The contact lured us into a trance, a forcefield encapsulating this night, blotting out the world with its laws and threats and dangers.
My markings buzzed. Fluid rushed to my slit, my clit thrummed, and my nipples toughened.
Releasing his finger, I hissed, “On your knees, soldier.”
His pupils exploded. That fanatical look flooded my pussy.
Tacking his eyes to mine, Aire vacated the swing and sank to the ground. Anchored on a bent knee, his broad frame nudged my calves apart, and his palms trekked up my thighs. The hem of my nightgown rode upward, the whisper of fabric filling my ears, dissolving all other noises.
Pinning my expression to his own, I branched my thighs outward. All or nothing, I bracketed them, spreading wide.
Cool air brushed my cleft, enhancing the wet sensation. The muscles of my pussy contracted as Aire’s eyes dipped to the vent of my legs. Blue saturated those pious irises, and a deferential noise peeled from his lungs. In that gaze, I pictured myself slick and flushed, the oval lips bare, my distended clit poking into view.
Then I glimpsed the heavy lump in his pants. The head of Aire’s dick struck high, the cap bloating to the point where it must hurt, the vision going to my head like a gallon of alcohol.
Those devout pupils raised. As they did, the knight hooked onto my open thighs—and yanked.
I gasped, my ass skidding across the swing. Not to the edge, but enough to expand the gap in my limbs. I spread around his rippling chest, my clit bumping his pecs, the jolt sending a zing through me. This position shoved the nightgown to my hips, boosting my cunt into view as Aire banded one arm around my buttocks, keeping me aloft.
