Echoing her thoughts, he muttered, “Get out of there,” barely taking his lips from hers as he half helped, half lifted her up the little steps and down the other side.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered. “You’re still dressed.”
“I don’t need to be undressed to go down on you.”
She couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped her at that, nor could she help it turning into a deeper moan when his hand slid between her legs, making it hard to stand.
“I’m all wet.”
“Good.”
“No, I mean the water.”
“I’ll lick you dry.” His lips traveled down her throat, his tongue darting out to taste the water droplets on her skin. Little tendrils of fire snaked their way down her chest and into her pussy as his fingers started moving against her clit, softly, slowly, making her crazy with the need for more.
“The doors are open…” The entire back wall of the cottage was made of doors, stretching even into the bedroom they now shared. Every single one of them hung ajar, their pale curtains pushed aside so the sun and air could play across Prudence’s skin.
“You were in the bath with the doors open,” he muttered, taking one nipple into his mouth and rolling it gently between his teeth. She gasped.
“That’s different.”
“No different. Hush.”
“But I—”
His finger slipped into her, silencing her as effectively as anything else, and he leaned forward, bending her back so her shoulders rested against the edge of the tub. Royd kissed her again, a slow, deep kiss so at odds with the quick, nimble movements of his hand still working in her pussy, bringing her swiftly to the point where she wouldn’t argue with him, where she would let him take her in the middle of the small village if he wanted.
And he knew it, the bastard. The wonderful, gorgeous, incredibly sexy bastard.
She reached down to press the palm of her hand rhythmically against his hard cock. “Two can play at that game.”
He gasped against her mouth, his lips curved into a smile. “If you’re going to copy my every move…”
She didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to react before he was on his knees in front of her, his thumbs parting her so he could lean forward to tease her clit with his tongue.
“Not fair,” she tried to say, but her eyes were already fluttering closed as her head fell back. Her skin tingled everywhere with the electricity of his tongue and the water drying. Her thighs trembled and shook; she focused on keeping herself upright, but didn’t know how long she would be able to.
And all the while his tongue danced in her pussy, sliding in and out of her folds, tracing slow patterns across her incredibly sensitive clit. His hands snaked up her body to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples with just the right amount of pressure. Her cry seemed loud and unnatural against the gentle sounds of the birds outside, the soft rush of the wind through the trees.
They might as well have been outside. The evening sun turned her skin gold when she looked down to watch him, to see his face between her legs, the tip of his tongue moving against her.
He caressed her, feasted on her wet, swollen skin until it wasn’t just her legs shaking, but her entire body. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to use his solid strength to keep herself from falling. The smooth wood under her feet almost made her slip as she spread her legs wider, urging him closer, deeper. His lips surrounded her clit, pulling it into the hot cavern of his mouth and sucking on it.
“Royd, yes!” But it was too late. He pulled away, refusing to allow her to come, and the cry turned into a groan as he resumed his slow circles.
God, he was going to pay for teasing her like this. Her body ached, her thighs burned and she couldn’t even care because the demands of her pussy overruled all. Even trying to find the words to beg him to let her lie down, to beg him to please, please let her come, were lost in the feverish jumble of sensation in her head.
His fingers returned to the game, two of them sliding into her cunt. Royd worked them in and out, twisting them, circling her entrance. They brushed against that little spot he’d found, the one that made stars explode in front of her eyes, and she clenched her muscles expectantly.
“Please,” she finally managed. “Royd, please, please…”
He growled, the vibrations shooting from his mouth to her pussy and through her entire body, and clamped his mouth over her clit again. His fingertip rubbed the spot inside her.
For a second, she thought she would fall. Her knees drew up, her feet left the floor without her conscious volition. She grabbed the soft edge of the tub, holding herself up, and that added tension, the enforced stillness, meant that when she finally came the only way to release the incredible pleasure was to scream, to scream so loudly the birds in the trees just outside flew into the air in a rush of flapping wings and startled caws.
It seemed to go on forever, the first one just fading when another hit, and another. And all the while Royd stayed on his knees, sucking at her, his fingers forcing themselves deeper into her pulsing channel.
The sounds coming from her throat were like nothing she’d ever heard before, almost scary in their wildness. I’m losing control, she thought dazedly. I’m not in control of myself anymore…
It felt fantastic and she rode the wave, letting her legs rest themselves on his shoulders, barely hearing his grunt of approval, barely noticing when he raised himself up slowly and brought her with him so her legs stayed around his waist. Her slick, swollen flesh tingled and burned still, wanting more, wanting it never to stop, but when his hands moved swiftly between her legs and his cock pressed against her pussy, she changed her mind. There was more she wanted, oh yes. And in her hyper-orgasmic state, she couldn’t wait to have it.
He’d barely managed to position himself at her entrance when she used the leverage she gained from the tub’s edge to thrust her hips forward, forcing him into her as smoothly and cleanly as she’d slipped into the water of her bath. His low moan sounded like music.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Royd’s heart pounded in his chest; he thought it might simply explode if he didn’t manage to calm himself down. At least, that’s what his brain wanted to do. His body, inflamed with the fragrance and taste of her, lost in the unbearable pleasure of pleasing her, wanted nothing more than to keep doing so, to move as quickly and forcefully as possible into what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
He gritted his teeth and slid back, his cock aching as every inch of those soft inner walls squeezed him. Her body itself did not want him to leave her and he didn’t want to, either. He wanted to stay locked in place, connected like this forever.
And it was possible. Anything was possible. Time moved so slowly here for her…he had several hundred years of life left and she probably did as well. Ages and ages to do this, to explore together everything the world held. His chest swelled.
He shifted his hips forward and thrust back into her, looking up to meet her eyes, and they were almost his undoing. Again he pulled out, looking down to watch himself sliding out of her heat, trying to slow himself down, but he could not stop looking at her again and being overcome.
Her slim arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing her soft, damp breasts to his chest. Ferociously he kissed her, giving his passion the head it wanted, and thrust again and again while she throbbed around him.
Tiny sparks of pain played sizzling across his back where her nails broke his skin, egging him on. His gripped her behind so tightly his fingers hurt and lifted it away from him, then yanked it back, forcing her down hard on his cock. She gasped into his mouth.
He hadn’t planned to lose control like this, hadn’t planned to get so desperate. He’d wanted to call the mists again, to let her use her burgeoning powers, but he couldn’t wait, and from the way her body worked against his, he didn’t think she could either.
Her hips bounced away from his, riding him hard, only needing his hands t
o support her weight. He rolled sideways, afraid he might not be able to hold her up as his legs weakened and shook. Now he rested against the tub, leaning back to let her move as she wanted, let her determine the speed and pressure of their lovemaking. Her legs left his waist and her feet braced themselves against the wall of the tub on either side of him.
“Yes, yes, uishta, Pru, yes, gods yes…” He could barely hear himself, could barely hear her, but knew she was chanting his name too, knew from the look of intense concentration on her face that she was close, and so was he, and he held her even tighter as she moved like silk over him.
Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on anymore, just when he thought the pressure in his cock would kill him if he didn’t manage to release it, she came. Hot fluids drenched him, her inner walls squeezed him. Her fingers convulsed on his skin, his shoulders, and then he didn’t know what she was doing because he was coming too, coming with a power that would have scared him if it didn’t feel like this every time with Prudence.
The room around them disappeared, the floor under his feet ceased to exist. The only thing in the world that mattered was the woman in his arms, the woman who’d made his life complete, who’d made him happier than he’d ever thought he would or could be. And when the golden light of the gods shone on their entwined bodies, he knew it was the light of her love, stronger and more pure than anything he’d ever known.
“I love you,” she whispered into his hair, into his mouth, as their bodies relaxed and he set her carefully on the floor.
“I love you.”
She smiled and started toward the bedroom, but he grabbed her hand. “Prudence. I mean I really love you.”
Prudence looked at him and smiled, at the sincere depths of his dark eyes and the black hair hanging around his shoulders, at the glory of his naked body. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of. He’d changed her life completely and she would never be lonely again.
Those dark eyes fluttered shut as she stroked the side of his face, his stubble rough against her palm. “I know you do. And so do I.”
He nodded. “Good.”
“Now come on, I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Will you cook naked?”
His tone was so hopeful, she laughed. “Come with me and find out.”
And as she cooked for them, as she looked around at the tidy little kitchen that they now shared and the world that was now hers, she knew that faerie tales really did come true.
After all, hadn’t a tarot card and a magic wand led her to her true love? A long journey indeed…and a love that would last forever.
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