I giggled, feeling the flush of desire creep across my chest. He sat up suddenly, his golden eyes staring at me intently. His expression had turned serious, studying me as though he were committing this moment to memory. I did the same, one outstretched hand reaching to stroke his jaw tenderly.
This was a big moment. One that I wanted to file forever, one that I could pull out whenever I needed it to keep me warm.
“My mate,” he murmured. His voice was strained, so thick and deep that I barely recognized it. “You’re so beautiful.”
I trembled with emotion at his words, tugging his head down toward mine for another kiss. As our lips met again, I stroked his chest. The muscles bunched and rippled at my touch, and I was just as enthralled by the movement now as I had been the first time.
His hands roamed over my curves, one landing on my pink nipple. He moved his head away, slanting so that his hot mouth could close over the other erect nipple. His hand continued to toy with the other, and my breath started to come in long, ragged gasps.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I barely registered the moans coming from my own throat. Long, sensuous, wanton sounds came from a place inside me that, once, I’d never thought existed. But Athos always seemed to be able to find that place and make me beg for more.
He began to kiss the skin around the breast, slowly trailing his way down my stomach. When he drew near to my center, throbbing with need, my legs parted to make room. He stroked me softly, first focusing on the outer lips before finding my clit.
When he reached for my most intimate spot, it felt as though my entire body burst into flames. I was engulfed in a wildfire of the darkest, most primitive pleasures, and I never wanted to get away.
“I need you,” I moaned, my hips bucking at his touch. “Inside me, Athos. Please.”
He stood, and I flipped over to rest on all fours on the wooden platform. Eagerly, I waited as he moved into position over me. He lined himself up with my pussy, thrusting inside. I could feel the way my walls stretched to accommodate his massive girth. The sensation had never really dulled, just as pleasant every time. When he penetrated me all the way, he began to thrust his hips against me. His large cock filled me, but I wasn’t sated yet. I leaned back against him, meeting his thrusts, and bouncing against his shaft.
My breasts jiggled and bounced with the force of the motion. They felt full and heavy, aroused as I was. I balanced myself on one hand, lifting the other to cup my breast. Running my hand over the engorged nipple, I groaned. Then my hand slid further, making its way between my legs. My wetness dripped down onto my thighs. My fingers plunged inside my hot slit. Athos was still pounding away, and I could feel where the head of his cock stroked my clit with each thrust. The flick of my fingers sparked an intense pleasure that shot through my body, making me gasp.
I continued to meet his rhythm, my hips pushing back as his cock forced itself forward. With him buried so deep inside me, it didn’t take long for the walls of my pussy to clench around his hard member. They spasmed, tightening against him and demanding that he release his seed.
My body bowed from the force of my orgasm, but Athos was not finished with me yet. He gave me a moment to catch my breath, sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. That way, there was still some stimulation, but not enough to overwhelm me, deep in the throes of my climax. As my heightened senses began to return to a more manageable level, he slid out of me completely.
“The wall,” he instructed in a hoarse voice.
I knew exactly what he meant by that. Standing from the bed, I walked over to the wall and assumed my position. He came up behind me, lifting himself up on his rear legs, and resting his forelegs in the specially crafted divots in the wall.
His body was at a slight angle, and I had to curve my back to match his position. But that gave him a fantastic view of my ass and easy access to my pussy. Just the way that we’d planned.
It was our first time testing it out. He pounded me forcefully from behind, and I found myself gripped by an almost violent lust. Nothing existed but me, him, and the pleasure coursing through my body.
I raised my hands against the wall, bracing myself so that he could move faster and deeper. Each push vibrated through my body, intense but perfect, only amplifying my desire. I tried to speak, but my voice shook with the force of his thrusts.
Breathlessly, I managed to gasp out a barely intelligible message. “This. Was. A. Good. Idea.” I got out one word at a time, the jostling of my body fragmenting the sentence.
He didn’t answer. Whether he heard me or not, I wasn’t sure. But it was obvious that he agreed with the sentiment, grunting, and groaning above me as he fucked me into near delirium.
It was the feeling of his hard cock, jerking against the walls of my pussy in a spasm, that sent my second orgasm tearing through me. I let out a loud cry, the room spinning around me. Everything seemed to go gold in my vision, for the briefest moment, as the breath-taking ecstasy consumed me completely.
He came at the same time, the feeling of my orgasm sending him over the edge. His cum gushed out, so fast that my insides could not take it all. Some of it splashed down my legs and thighs, sticking to my skin.
I cleaned myself quickly before moving toward the “sleep-bed”. I didn’t want to dirty our new, fresh blankets and bedding. Fatigued, I lied down to rest and catch my breath.
Athos curled up beside me, laying his top half on the bed. He turned at an angle, resting his head on my shoulder. Softly stroking my hair, we cuddled and whispered together. Nothing of great importance, just the idle chattering of lovers.
We still had to eat dinner. Occasionally, the rumble of a stomach would remind us. The mealtime delay had been well worth it, however. I had no regrets.
At first, I put off getting out of bed simply because I was worn out. Sex with Athos was always fantastic, but a full-body affair. There was no half-hearted effort possible. The reward was more than enough, but getting it did have a way of sapping all my energy for a while.
But when my legs stopped shaking and I had finally caught my breath, I still didn’t seem able to make myself get out of bed. This time, it was because Athos and I were having such a pleasant time together. Even when there was nothing sexual about it, his company was always enough to make me happy.
He was smart, and kind, and sensitive. He saw me in a way that no one else had, and understood everything that made me, me. Everything he did, he did with consideration for me and what would make me happy.
I loved listening to him talk and hearing all the fascinating knowledge that he had. He had a way of dropping the most interesting facts casually. Being as well-read and educated as he was, he could pull stories about any topic out of the recesses of his mind. It mystified me how he could remember so much.
As we lay together, talking and laughing, and sharing intimate little touches, I couldn’t imagine that there would ever come a time when this wasn’t my priority. I couldn’t see ever wanting anything more than this. Not even dinner. I’d lay here for hours, hungry, if I could be with Athos.