by Ivy Hayes
Luckily, I don’t think she will mind. I can tell she had as much fun as I did.
Here I am, carrying her into the shed and all I can think about is how perfect she is. She is impossibly strong and brave, but she does not hesitate to let me lead. There is something irresistible about that and I am burning to lead her through our next bout of lovemaking.
This is a very different carry than the way I held her yesterday. This time, she has her legs wrapped around my waist, hands in my hair and she is nuzzling my neck. Her soft kisses are threatening to undo me. I walk us all the way into the far wall and press her against it. I take her mouth in mine and devour her kisses. She is perched high over me.
With the leverage of the wall I have free roam of my hands. I use that to caress all over her, trying to touch as much as I can. After a few seconds, my hands are practically glued to her breasts. Since she took off her bodice to fight, they are unrestrained. It is erotic, feeling the mounds under my rough spun shirt.
I am massaging them and she is moaning my name in between kisses. She starts grinding her hips against my shaft and I moan back.
I lift her up, then command, “Stand.” She obliges, immediately. I take a step back and add, “Strip.”
She looks at me with an equal hunger of mine and slowly removes her shirt. She takes an impossibly long time, causing me to pant in anticipation. When she has her top off, she throws it on the ground then turns towards the wall. Ever so slowly, she removes the rope, binding her pants up. She lowers them down, inch by inch slowly revealing her plump ass. She lets them fall to the ground, then calmly steps out of them and turns to face me.
“What next?” She asks, expectedly.
“Back up against the wall and spread your legs.” She obeys and I slide down to my knees in front of her. “Now, put your legs on my shoulders.” She puts her right leg up, then pushes off me slightly to get the other one in place. My face is nestled in the apex of her thighs. I speak, and I know she can feel my breath tickling her opening, “Ash, I am about to bury my face in your pussy. Before I do, I want you to promise not to come. Stop me before you do and I promise it will be worth it.”
She responds by whimpering and sliding her slit closer to me.
All other sex with women before Ash was quick and hard, but I am finding that is not what I want with her. I want to worship her and drag out our pleasure. I would keep her in bed all day if I could. With that in mind, I start a slow assault with my tongue.
I flick it out and tease her clit. I alternate between quick licks and slow circles. I start to feel her excite on top of me, but I keep my slow pace, enjoying each second of her flower in my face. I start to taste her sweet nectar and I can tell she is really enjoying this. Her hand grips in my hair and pulls, causing my eyes to water and I know she needs more. It’s time I dive my tongue deep into her pussy. It opens for me and I am immediately greeted by the full extent of her arousal. My lips are moistened with her juices and I find myself moaning. Tasting her is the sweetest thing I have had all day.
I move my tongue, in and out, grinding my mouth as hard against her as I could. She is wriggling on top of me and moaning out my name. My dick is straining in my pants, harder than I thought possible, but I won’t stop until she tells me to. I want to bring her right to the edge, then pull back. I start speaking into her pussy, “I love you,” and the vibrations must have been all she needed because she immediately pulls on my hair, saying, “Gregory, stop or I am going to come apart.”
I slide my head back and growl, “Finally.” She takes her legs off my shoulder and I stand. When I am face to face with her, she looks uncomfortable. I reach out and grasp her face, “What is it, my sweet-eagle?”
She brings a hand up to hold mine, where I am grasping her face, then she speaks, “Can I do that for you? Well, not quite that, I don’t think I could hold you on my shoulders.” She lets out an nervous laugh.
“Would you like to have my cock in your mouth?” I ask. She grasps my hand harder and huskily says, “Yes.” That is a sight I will never forget, her with those rosy lips wrapped around my bulging cock.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” In the way she is perfecting, she obeys me. I hastily rip off my clothes and add them to the growing pile. “Don’t forget to breathe,” is all I say before I slip my cock into her mouth.
Only the tip is in and it is already so sweet. Her tongue licks forward and tickles the very top. I can’t take the teasing though, so I slide my dick in further. She understands and moves her head forward to meet my thrust and I hit the back of her throat. “Ash,” I moan out, “Yes, your mouth is so sweet.” She takes that as encouragement and moves her head back, causing me to slide out slightly, then she slams it back in.
She brings her hands up to grasp my ass and she takes control. I am at a mercy of her movements over my cock. She starts at the same slow pace I teased her with. She slides the entire length of me out, then teases my tip with her tongue, then the next second, she is slamming my hips forward, until I hit the back of her throat again. It feels so amazing. Just when I think it can’t get any better, she brings one hand forward and grabs the base of my member, the length that is not covered by her mouth. Using both in tandem, she starts to pump faster and I feel my knees weaken.
I muster out a breathy, “Ash, stop,” and she freezes. She moves her head back and removes my arousal fully from her luscious lips. “Shit, did I do it wrong.”
I star at her for a second, wondering if I heard her right, “No, love. You did so well if you hadn’t stopped I would have emptied myself down your throat.”
At that, she shudders then licks her lips, “Oh. Why didn’t you?”
“Because I want to be buried in your pussy first. I want to lift you and push you against this wall and feel you come before I find my release.” I reach down to pull her up and start kissing her. They are impatient kisses because I am burning to be buried deep inside her.
“Jump up and wrap your legs around me again.” Blessedly, she obeys again. I lift her slightly and position my erection at her soaking wet slit, “Slide down on me.”
She does, and we both let out a deep moan when she is fully settled over me. This position allows my cock to be deeper inside her than before and I can feel her already start to shutter over the intensity of my penetration.
I move my hips back slightly then slam them back into her. I am loving this, but I can tell she is as close to her orgasm as I am, so I succumb to our desires. I move my hips faster and she starts to bounce on top of me. I grab her breasts, as I did before, but this time, I focus solely on her nipples. Stimulating them in tune with my thrusts. She has her arms wrapped around me, and I hear her breathy moans, so soft, in my ear. I am about to burst, so I yell out, “I want you to come, now,” and I feel the immediate clench of her pussy around my cock. She starts spasming above me, gripping me hard and unabashedly. I follow suit and empty all I have inside her.
Riding out the orgasm, I grab her face and kiss her deeply. Connecting during the final moment of our pleasure.
It is an attestation to my strength, that I did not collapse with her still in the air. I lifted her enough to slip out, then lowered her to the ground, where I immediately laid down and pulled her on top of me. I squeezed her in close and said, “Ash, I am yours. I love you more than anything.” She started to pull herself up, and I stopped her, “Please just listen, I know it’s crazy because we just met,” I start rubbing my hands over her back, “But it feels so natural being with you.”
TWENTY-FOUR – ASH
Gregory just told me he loves me. I am resting on his chest after a wonderfully satisfying bout of sex and am trying to process all my feelings. He was right when he said it sounded crazy. But I am crazy too, as I feel the same way. I have never felt this comfortable with anyone else.
I can tell he is starting to get nervous, as I haven’t responded to his declaration.
“Gregory, I don’t think you are crazy,” I say it so low
, I wouldn’t be sure he heard it if he didn’t give me a squeeze right after. “You feel like the home I lost.” At this, he planted a light kiss on the crown of my head.
“I can’t imagine another day without you in it, Ash.”
“If we survive this, you won’t have to.” I stop talking and start running my hands through his chest hair. There is so much going on. I am so scared. Being here, in his arms, I can nearly forget all of that. But not quite. My love for Gregory makes me terrified, as I am now stuck. If things go south, I won’t be able to run. I won’t leave here, or him.
I know Gregory is confident we will stay under the radar and Ted will just leave, but I am not so sure. My gut is telling me that this is going to get much more violent before we see a resolution. With that risk, I don’t want him to have any doubts about my feelings. I felt so wonderful, hearing his declaration of love, I want him to feel the same.
I push off his chest and sit to the side of him. I keep my hands on his chest and he sits to face me. Leaning into him, I say, “Gregory, I love you too.” His face breaks into complete joy and he gives me a deep kiss. I embrace it and enjoy the moment of love surrounding us. I am instantly validated by how wonderful it feels kissing him. I want to do this every single day. His love is tender and I trust him completely.
When we separate, I stand up and move to get dressed. He says, “We don’t have to go quite yet. Let’s enjoy each other a little bit longer.” I look back, and see he means another round, it’s impossible, but his cock seems larger than it was only a short time ago.
“You’re insatiable. We can’t right now, we need to find Grant and see what he found out.” I turn away and grab my dress off the ground. Before I have a chance to slip it over my head, he is holding me from behind, and I can feel the full, hypnotic length of him. “That can wait,” he argues.
“No, it can’t. We need to come up with a plan.” He is incessant, he starts kneading my breasts, trying to coax me into arousal, so we can make love again. I step away from him and laugh, “Gregory, stop. If you behave, we can pick this back up tonight.”
“But that is so far away.”
“It is,” I smile and he looks mockingly hurt. Trying to ease his temptation, I slip my dress over my head and let it settle over my body. I look at him and ask, “Can I have some help with the laces?” He obliges and somehow it takes twice as long. He managed to touch all my most intimate parts during the process. He finally finishes and I smack his hands away, laughing at his advances.
“I can’t help it, you're magnetic.” He shrugs and smiles at me. I can’t help but smile as well. I toss his pants to him, “You need to get dressed too.”
As he is dressing I add, “Thank you for this, I feel much better. I am still sad and scared, but it is not overwhelming anymore.”
“I am glad it worked. I need you to be at your best, so we can fight this. We will have plenty of time to grieve your clan after the trouble is over”
“And I will. I am going to plant a tree for each of them. I don’t know what happened to their bodies, but I can at least do this.” The similarity to my sister’s lack of proper grave is so stark.
“I’ll help. You can tell me about each of them when we plant their tree?”
“I would like that,” I add as I start cleaning up the remnants of our lovemaking. I hang up the borrowed sparring outfit and straighten some tools we knocked over.
As soon as the shed is back to normal, Gregory approaches me and wraps me in a hug then asks, "Are you sure we can't stay in here a little bit longer?"
I lean into his embrace, "We cannot. Hiding won't make our problems disappear."
"You are right about that." He unwraps himself from around me, then grabs my hand, "But we will face those problems together."
We keeps our hands clasped together as we head outside. “Do you think he is back yet?” I ask.
“I hope so. Let’s check. We can head into the main part of the house, maybe we will see him there.”
“Lead the way.” We start heading in the right direction and I notice how peaceful the land around us is. It is quite beautiful here, there are some mountains jutting up behind the house and forest surrounding us on three sides. I would enjoy my days in Cliffden, even though it’s colder. I bet Gregory would have no trouble keeping me warm.
When we are a little past halfway back to the house, Grant comes running out to meet us. “Heads up, father is right inside.”
“Oh,” Gregory says, “We will head in then, it’s time for him to meet Ash and it will show that we have nothing to hide.”
“Well before you head in, you should hear me out. Father is the reason I got back so fast, I followed him back from Den’s house.”
“He was meeting with them?” Gregory asked.
“Looks like it. I think it would be better to go in without Ash. If we go in together, we can strike up a conversation about Den’s dead cousin and hopefully see what he knows.”
“Do you think he would tell us, he hasn’t disclosed anything about this part of his life before?”
“I don’t know,” Grant responds.
This sounds like a good idea, so I add in, “It’s worth a try, at least.”
Gregory turns to me, “I don’t want to leave you alone, not when they are so close.”
“I can hide out in your room, besides you know I am not helpless.” I give his hand a squeeze, emphasizing my statement.
“I know. I just don’t want to take any risks.”
“Dude, she will be safe upstairs. No one will enter your room without us knowing.”
“He is right. We need to find out what your father knows.”
“Okay. We will sneak you up the stairs. I am going to hurry, as fast as I can, to get back to you.” He bends his head down to kiss me and we all three head for the door. I don’t speak until I am on the staircase and about to head up when I whisper to Gregory, “Perhaps you could send for a bath?” I turn without getting his response, but I know in a few minutes, Rose will be bringing some warm water in.
TWENTY-FIVE – GREGORY
We walk in and find our father in his office. On the way I passed Rose and requested a bath and that I will be headed up in about ten minutes. She grumbled but headed towards the water heater, saying something about me being fussy and bathing too much.
Once in the office, I started it on what we came here for. No point wasting any time, “Evening father, I just heard some terrible news in town. Did you hear about Den’s cousin being murdered?”
“Hi boys, I did. I was actually just at his house.”
So, he admits it, “Oh yeah, how is he doing? He wasn’t doing too good when I saw him leaving the tavern.”
“He will be fine. You know they weren’t very close, after his cousin moved so far away. It’ll probably take a day or so for the shock to wear off, then I think he will be back to the Den we know and love. Stann seemed to be more upset about it.”
“I noticed that too,” I say, “When I saw him, he looked ready to murder someone right back.”
Father shakes his head slightly, “He likely would, if they found the person. Which it looks like they might.” Oh shit, this doesn’t look good.
Grant saves me from having to speak next, “That right? Please tell me the murderer is not in town?”
“I don’t think so, when I was over, they were packing up their travel gear. Stann told me they are headed to Westhaven.” A stroke of luck. I sigh out, “Thank god,” then catch myself and add, “People would have a hard time sleeping if they thought a killer was lurking around town, especially with the market this weekend.”
“I said the same thing. They are leaving in the morning, so I don’t suspect any trouble.” Relief washes over me, I didn’t expect them to leave so soon. Thank god.
“Did they tell you anything about the killer?” Grant asks.
“Only that it was a woman and that she is dangerous.”
“I hope justice is served,” I have all the info
rmation I need, so I make my excuse, “I am going to head upstairs, I need to take a bath.”
“So soon?” Grant asks, looking like he wants to stop me.
“Yes, I have had a long day and I want to clean up before dinner. I will come find you later?”
“Alright.” I fight to walk normally out of the room, I am so excited to tell Ash the good news. We don’t have to worry anymore. When I am out of view, I start sprinting. I hurdle myself up the stairs and into my room. She is already deep in the bathtub and the view is spectacular.
She turns her head to look at me when I burst in, I can just barely see the tips of her breasts sticking up in the water. She has her legs bent and she looks to be fully enjoying herself.
“What did you find out?”
“They are leaving town, headed to Westhaven in the morning.”
“Really?” She sits up, excited.
“Yes! I can’t believe we got so lucky. Can I join you?” She nods a yes, and I quickly strip my clothes. Her eyes immediately focus on my raging erection and I find myself apologizing, “I can’t seem to keep him down whenever you are near.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Do you mind if our bath, stays just a bath? I am not in the mood for anything more right now, my head is swimming with thoughts.”
I settle in behind her and say, “Of course.” She leans her head back and starts threading her fingers through the water, making tiny waves.
“What if they come back?”
“We have to hope that they won’t.”
“I don’t think I can do that. I am filled with so much fear. When they attacked, we weren’t doing anything to deserve it. We were only living together. It was normal and all of us were good. None of us were dangerous or using our skills for evil, but they still attacked. I have no idea how they even found us and I can’t do anything to stop that happening again.”
“You will probably never know, but they won’t find us. We will be careful.”
“Maybe.” Her fingers continue their lazy dance over the water. I lay there, holding her and watching her. At some point, she starts to cry, her body shakes with each sob. I hold her and let her cry.