Chapter 20

Ash

The orchard and the stable had their charms, but being with Drew in a real bedroom is something else.

Lying beside him, completely naked and a few feet away, I drink in as much of his body as I can.

As if this is unreal, as if it could disappear at any moment. I’m still giddy with joy and amazed at it all.

And I don’t think I’ve ever had the time to get a proper, long look at his body before… I’ve always been too excited.

But I drink him in now. And I like what I see. I love his thick, strong legs.

His well-trimmed beard that leads down to his muscular shoulders.

I love his strong, hairy chest, and the little line of hair that leads down to that throbbing cock.

Drew is getting a good, long look at me too, now that I’ve detached myself from his cock.

His eyes run from my hips up to my breasts, settling on my mouth. I can tell he’s just as hungry for more of my body as I am for his. I mean, his twitching cock is a bit of a giveaway.

I want to tease him though; he’s teased me so much the past few days.

I sit up, moving my face over his, as if to kiss him, but instead I just flutter my lips over his. I run my lips millimeters from his cheekbones, his eyelids, his jawline, before settling on his earlobe and biting gently.

He moans softly, and I can feel his body wriggling. He puts his arms around me and tries to pull me on top of him.

Not so fast your highness. I’m just getting started.

I stay beside him, moving my mouth from his earlobe slowly down his neck, licking, kissing, and biting.

Judging from the sounds he’s making, he likes having his neck kissed. He likes having his neck kissed a lot. And I like feeling those veins and muscles throb as he gets more and more desperate under my hands.

Soon, I make my way down to his chest, kissing and running my mouth down on it. Meanwhile, my hand is playing with his snail trail. Snaking up and down that little patch of skin.

He likes that, I can tell from the way he shudders.

“Ash, please,” he begs.

I want him too; I’m not even touching his cock, and I can feel how hot and huge it’s become, even after it just having been inside me.

But I’m very much enjoying taking my time, especially after all my recent begging. And it’s satisfying, knowing that Drew is mine, and I am his. That I can take my time.

To show him this, I put my ring finger in his mouth, and he starts to gently run his tongue over it.

Instantly, I go from turned on to dripping wet once more.

Hearing my moaning, Drew snatches his moment, flipping me over.

Now, I’m on my back, and he’s on all-fours over me. He mirrors what I was doing to him moments earlier, kissing along my chin, and down my neck.

He stops for a second to look in my eyes.

“You have a beautiful neck,” he murmurs as he grazes his lips over it.

In return, I run a hand through his hair to pull his lips to mine, kissing him hard and fiercely.

He starts to run his hands over my belly, and then slides them onto my breasts. As he plays with my nipples, I can hear myself starting to pant.

I look up at those eyes, and they’re smiling with love and mischief. He’s enjoying taking his time too.

Good. We have all the time in the world. This time, I’m not gonna beg.

Instead, I run my hands down his sweaty chest, and onto his cock, stroking his balls gently, while he breathes heavily down my neck.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You’re really, very good,” he moans.

“I had a good teacher.”

I start gently stroking up his cock, and he loses focus on my breasts. He’s breathing almost as heavily as I am now.

He lowers himself over me, taking his cock in-hand. I think he’s finally going to slip into me again, and I tilt my hips up.

I want to be all his. I want to feel him fill me up.

But instead, he rubs his cock around my clit, sending shivers through me. He keeps rubbing there, and then along my wet opening.

I can feel him getting harder and harder, which doesn’t seem humanly possible.

I try to tilt up, to pull him into me, but he moves back. I groan in desire and frustration.

He puts his head near my ear again, licking up my neck before asking me, “Do you want me?”

“Drew, I’ve wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you, even if I thought you were a blacksmith.”

He laughs at that as he finally slips into me. It’s slow at first, because he can be, and nobody will bother us.

The way he fills me up feels so good.

And then he is all the way in, and we both sigh with pleasure.

He starts to slowly rock back-and-forth, and I can hear us both moaning in-time to his movements.

He starts to get faster and deeper. Kissing my mouth and my face, and I can feel my whole body, shuddering under him.

Moaning each time, he pushes hard into me. I’m losing all focus completely, totally overwhelmed by the sensations.

I’m tightening around him and moaning his name.

Then, when I’m barely able to hold it in any longer, he stops and flips me over. I’m sitting on top of him now, and he smiles, running one hand up my front, and the other up my back.

“I can touch you more this way,” he growls.

I like that.

I moan, and he begins to push into me again. Even deeper this time. His fingers are running across the back of my neck, and across my nipples.

And he is deep, deep inside me. He shifts position a little, lifting himself on one arm and placing my breast in his mouth. At the warm feel of his tongue on my nipples, I can’t hold it in any longer.

I shudder and moan, as I feel him finishing at the same time, thrusting deep inside me, and then falling back, satiated. I fold too, putting my head on his chest, and feel his heartbeat start to slow.

After all this sneaking around, it’s wonderful to have the chance to really bask in the post-sex glow.

Drew seems to feel the same way too. His eyes are half-closed, like a satisfied cat. He’s smiling to himself, stroking his hand up and down my back.

Wind and light flutter through the windows, making the curtains dance and tracing patterns over the floor, over both of us. He kisses my hair, then lifts my hands and kisses all ten fingers. Slowly, languorously.

My hands look so small in his, but they feel exactly right.

I can feel all the stress and tension from the past few days falling away. My body feels lighter—calm and satisfied.

I turn to Drew.

“Is this what it feels like to be truly happy?”

He smiles down at me, tucking a curl of hair behind my ear, before letting his hand rest on my face.

“I really think so,” he says.

When he kisses me again, the longing of the past few days is gone. It’s replaced by something calmer, more assured, and deeper. The kiss lingers for a long, deep moment.

I can feel something stirring in me.

Thank goodness we have all the time in the world.