Once. Just once.
I whimpered, needing more. But I wouldn’t beg.
Aire’s mouth curled inside my pussy and then withdrew, his lips climbing to the swollen nub of skin peeking from my bare cunt. Tight. Perked. Sensitive. And there, he swiped his tongue around the apex.
I snapped into an arch. “Oh… oh, my god.”
A hungry noise seared from Aire’s throat. The swirl of his tongue around my clit set fire to my nerves, transporting me to another realm. He orbited the stud, the tortuous circuit inflating my skin. Suspended against his mouth, my hair draped down my back, and my breasts hoisted into the night air, desolate noises shooting from my throat into the sky.
After minutes or hours of this, Aire’s warm tongue flicked the crest, patting it lightly. I flung my head back, my mouth fully open. Oh, Seasons.
Oh,Seasons.
Sighing in contentment against my clit, Aire dabbed the peak. Over and over, those tiny, terrible licks spasmed through me. The patient rhythm only magnified the torment, every atom sizzling like a wire, my chants fragmenting into sobs.
I didn’t know the half of it until Aire’s hot mouth strapped around my clit, trapping the small kernel between his lips. Then he gave a soft suck.
That’s when I let loose. “Aire!” I shouted. “Oh, fuck!”
The knight groaned around my clit, enhancing the stimulation, the dainty suction excruciating. My jaw went slack, sharp blitzes of pleasure rendering me incoherent. Aire bobbed his head slowly, fastidiously. He sucked on the root of flesh, the pressure delicate but firm.
Pulsations rippled across my slit. My cunt poured onto his tongue. Captured inside his mouth, I wailed to the canopy.
I thought I’d known what to expect. Yet this man trampled every assumption, reducing them to mediocre lies. The truth exceeded all imaginings and every fantasy I ever had about him.
My legs lifted. My feet planted on the edges of the swing.
This position scissored my thighs apart, my pussy expanding for Aire’s mouth. He growled, snatching my clit firmer, his head towing up and down.
Keyed up, I ground my ass into his face. “Yes. Like that. Suck right there.”
He complied, pulling on my flesh. At the same time, the notch of his tongue swiped the top of my clit, feathering over the ruched skin, stringing me out.
Overwrought, I jutted my cunt into him. Then I cried out, the sound peeling from me as Aire snared my ass, his tongue nudging between my drenched flanks, prying me open. And thrusting into me.
I shrieked. Aire groaned again, his tongue plying into the wet grip of my pussy. He swayed his head, working in and out of me. My frantic body gyrated, and my fingers clawed the rope, fibers shredding.
Sensing my despair, Aire hunkered closer. One strong arm bracketed my ass, tacking my cunt to his lips. The other hand rode up to tweak a nipple through my nightgown, then grasp my scalp.
Holding me. Eating me.
Hell on earth. Nothing had ever felt like this, his fingers and mouth and hands everywhere. Even before I knew where and how I needed him, this knight was already there, sucking, teasing, licking.
Aire’s lips parted to kiss my pussy as if it were my mouth. Folding, rocking, spearing his tongue back and forth in deft strokes.
I wept, my cunt spilling down his throat.
I couldn’t take this. I couldn’t withstand this.
But I did. I committed to lasting through it.
Claiming deeper access, Aire hooked my thighs over his shoulders. My limbs flopped down the muscles of his back. Like this, he barreled his tongue, the pace quickening, the angle deeper.
Tireless, he put his entire frame into the motions, breaking my moans in half. Bracing one rope, I carved my free fingers through his hair, my gaze dipping to watch his tongue piston.
Then Aire returned to my clit, seizing it in his lips and tugging. Beside myself, I bucked into his mouth, my hips smashing into him. We synched the movements, his tongue meeting my splayed cunt, chasing a never-ending pinnacle. Indistinguishable words tumbled from my lips. Spurred by the noises, the soldier lifted his eyes, watching the effect. He alternated between drawing on my clit like a tap, tracing the outer ridges, and pumping into my cunt until I became a wet and wild mess.
Aire made a voracious noise, his nostrils flaring above my core. The vision swarmed me with adrenaline, teetering me at the ledge of a cliff.
