Chapter 14

Andrew

I’m holding her—my beautiful goddess Ash—and I feel as if I never want to let her go again.

And it happens, all at once.

She gets that gleam in her eyes—a gleam I recognize all too well, like a cat stalking its prey, but with a lascivious streak.

She stands up slightly on her toes to kiss me once I place her back on her feet, and her lips lock on mine the second the waves crash around our feet.

It’s timeless and feels very romantic—like a storybook romance that has just come true, much to the shock of all involved, and no less the king, of course.

Well, this king. The other king can rot in hell.

I return the kiss, hungrily devouring her with each breath, syncing my heartbeat with hers with each lick and suck. Our tongues move in conjunction with the waves, teasing each other like a contradanse of courtiers during a ball, flowing to and fro as the waves swell and recede.

I smirk despite myself and let out a light, slight laugh that’s lost to the sound of the waves.

Ash pulls away somewhat and returns my smile. With one hand, she brushes my cheek and searches my eyes, trying to find the answers to a question she’s not sure she wants to ask.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, a tinge of concern in her voice, as though I might answer that she was the matter.

Alas, she knows better—or at least she should—but I take a moment and reassure her regardless. With my hand, I brush her cheek softly as well, then lower my voice before answering.

“It’s us,” I say, “and our kisses and how they’re in sync with the ebbing and flowing tides. It’s like...I don’t know...”

She knows where I’m going. She takes my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers softly before answering.

“We’re one with our surroundings,” she says. “Part of nature itself. Why do you think I wanted to stand in the waves? I want to get lost in it. Lost in you.”

I sigh, still smiling, then reach down to pick her up and place her on my back.

She laughs and smacks me lightly on the back of the head, and I spin her around for a bit as our laughter matches the waves.

I jump a little each time the water hits my feet. It’s definitely more than a little bit cold—colder, perhaps, than I’d have expected given the bout of warm weather. But I focus more on the pleasure of being with Ash and what the day will bring.

“Put me down,” she says suddenly, and as I do, she spins me around and lands another kiss on my lips.

I continue to return her kisses, but I have a burning question that I need an answer to, so I pull away briefly and playfully splash a little water in her face.

“Are you alright?” I ask her.

She looks at me quizzically. “From what?”

I decide that discretion is the better part of valor and tiptoe around the question.

“From your little encounter with Fergus,” I say, the probing tone in my voice becoming evident with each word.

“Oh,” she says, dropping her eyes. “Well...yes. I’m shaken up, to be sure, but I feel safe in your arms. So, everything’s alright now?”

There was a question in her statement—one, perhaps, that she didn’t mean to have.

I smile and scoop her up in my arms again, and it’s only then that I realize that I’m already as hard as a railroad spike.

Steady, old chap, I think to myself. Just wait a few more minutes.

But it’s too late.

She notices my hard-as-a-railroad-spike cock then teases me about it—but just a little—before kissing me again.

She pulls away ever so slightly and only long enough to repeat what she’d said earlier—about feeling safe in my arms.

“I want you to feel safe with me, Ash,” I say softly. “I don’t want you to ever think I’ll hurt you—at least not intentionally. I want you to know that wherever I am and whatever I do, I will always, always be your home.”

That was it—that was all she needed to hear.

We kiss again, passionately this time, with fervent intent.

In tune with us—or we in tune with it—the waves crash at our feet violently, reminding us of the primal urgency we feel toward each other and our mutual need to devour each other in burning, unending desire.

My cock’s now throbbing with desire, and I’m ready to explode with passion, especially as she grinds herself on top of me, reminding me of that familiar feeling of passion, wetness, musk, and...and love.

She, too, must be feeling what I feel because I can feel her wetness coming through her dress and onto my pants. I wasn’t sure at first whether the wetness was coming from between her legs or from the ocean, but the question was soon settled as she guided my hand to the honeypot mound between her legs.

As she glides my fingers inside her pussy, I can feel her wetness build and eventually explode, popping like a luscious cherry on my fingers, shooting her love juices down my palm, her smell permeating through saltiness of the sea air.

It’s no question where this is going.

We turn our heads to the sand, and it is then that we notice that the blankets I’d scooped earlier have been carried by the breeze to the meadow that lies just to the left of the beach and orchard.

How in the world did they get there? I think, but I don’t bother to question it further.

Without so much as a raised eyebrow at each other, we race toward the blankets, kissing each other with almost violent intensity and passionately ripping off each other’s clothes like our lives depended on it.

By the time we reach the blankets, we’re both fully naked and ready to fuck.

As I lay, face up, on the blankets, I take a minute to admire her body as it stands before me, poreless, flawless, and pale but for that spray of freckles across her nose, like a constellation of stars. Curves in all the right places, and smelling oh-so-good.

My cock is standing as tall as a sentry, and I beckon her to me with a slight tilt of my finger.

“Come to me, Ash.”

And of course, she does.