“...Cessilia.”
She woke up to lips softly pressed against her shoulder. Cessilia frowned, a bit confused and upset about being taken away from her very good nap. She felt like she had only slept for a very short while, but the lighting in the room said otherwise. It was darker outside, and the room was taken into a warm halo from the fire. Ashen moved his lips to her cheek with a faint chuckle.
“Are you awake?”
She nodded with a faint sigh. At least, she was feeling a bit more rested. She felt Ashen move to position himself over her, and she opened her eyes to see him, a playful smile on his lips, hovering over her. His intense, burning stare woke her up instantly. Her heartbeat quickened again, sending blood rushing through her body. She realized she was trapped between his arms.
“Ashen... D-don’t we have to g-go?”
“We still have a few minutes.”
She blushed even more. He probably hadn’t planned those minutes to let her get ready... Still, her body felt strangely content about this. She knotted her hands behind his neck, a bashful smile on her lips as well. When Ashen came down to kiss her, she didn’t refuse him.
She was now warm, and feeling that heat from her lover’s body. Ashen was large enough to fill her entire field of vision, but she liked his presence, so protective and reassuring. His height was matching hers, and his thick arms were so nice to caress with her hands too. It felt like a mile to cross his shoulder and his back to get back to his nape, her fingertips meeting the few bumps of his scars on the way there. She had never thought such a muscular body could be so attractive. Perhaps because she had grown up around toned people, Cessilia was just now realizing the beauty of a perfectly defined muscle moving, the silent strength that emanated from it. Ashen seemed like he could carry the world on his shoulders, and she liked that. She didn’t want a man who would need her more than she needed him. He may have taken a long detour to realize it, but her Prince was truly a fine King.
The sounds of their kisses and caresses filled the room, with the beautiful concerto of the crackling fire and gentle rain behind them. She could hear his faint breathing like a brisk wind, and feel the mattress moving under them. His hands gently caressed her leg, up and down her hip, without going much further. While she wondered why he hesitated so much, Ashen’s lips moved to her cheek, down her jawline, to her chin, her neck, and pressed down further to her cleavage. Cessilia blushed helplessly, but she didn’t care anymore. She looked down, meeting his eyes. Ashen was kissing her between her breasts, the burning dark eyes of her lover locked with hers, making the whole encounter even hotter. She opened her lips to say something, but the delicious shivers he was sending from each place he kissed rendered her mute. It was good, scarily good. She gasped as his fingers moved in between her legs, caressing her even more intimately.
“...Will you be alright?” he asked between two kisses.
Cessilia felt a bit more embarrassed. She had lost her virginity just the previous day... It was only natural he’d ask. However, she felt completely fine. Her body had recuperated quite quickly already, and in fact, she was even eager to do it again... She wanted it. She nodded, her heart beating fast and her whole body sweating a bit from the heat. Ashen smiled, throwing her heart for a loop. He then ventured lower, to her surprise, moving his face between her legs. Pinned to the bed, Cessilia covered her mouth, embarrassed by her own excitement.
“A-Ashen...”
“Let me taste you.”
Before she could protest, his mouth was against her lower lips, and she moaned helplessly, surprised by the sensations it caused in her lower stomach. As Ashen used his tongue and lips to please her, his hand caressing her curves, Cessilia heard herself gasping and moaning in pleasure. She wanted to explore this facet of her womanhood. She was young, but so eager to learn more about the pleasures of the flesh. The situation was embarrassing, and making her blush endlessly, but she didn’t want to push any of it away. She wanted more... more of what Ashen was giving her. She moved her legs as she felt like it, her toes grabbing the sheets, and wriggled her waist under his tongue, crying out in pleasure. Her voice was embarrassing to her own ears, but she liked those sounds of the woman inside her getting pleasured by her lover. Ashen’s mouth was restless, not letting her escape. The wet sounds and movements were filled with lust, and a heat was growing in her stomach.
“Ashen...” she cried out, grabbing his hair.
His hot breath was as much a torture as his tongue. It felt like this would never end, but something was growing, dangerous and attractive. The pleasure was rising. Her voice got louder, her breath shorter. She could feel the tide rising, the sparks around her stomach close to the big finale...
He stopped suddenly, making her almost cry in dissatisfaction. Yet, Ashen quickly readjusted his position to move above her, and she felt him against her entrance, making her even more eager. Cessilia cupped his face with both her hands and led him to kiss her. That kiss had a strange taste, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel him, all of him. She heard him chuckle, and he slowly moved, pushing his way inside, making her cry out. Cessilia spread her legs naturally, letting him all the way in, groaning in pleasure as he filled the void he had left just before. Her trembling voice spoke volumes. She didn’t remember it being like this, but she liked that heat in her lower body, the foreign feeling inside. Ashen groaned next to her ear and clenched his fist around the cushion by her head.
“Are you a-alright?”
He chuckled, and this sent weird sensations that made her shudder.
“I should be the one asking you that,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “...I’m alright. Just working on my self-restraint...”
“B-but I’m fine...”
He sighed and got on his elbows to look at her.
“I think you underestimate my greed a bit,” he muttered. “You have no idea how much I want you... how much I have been craving you since yesterday.”
Cessilia blushed and smiled, caressing his cheek.
“I want it too, Ashen... p-please.”
He sighed, shaking his head a bit.
“You’re more dangerous than an army of dragons, Cessi. ...Alright. Don’t get mad at me later, please.”
He suddenly began moving, making her cry out. It was more than she remembered. His pelvis moved so fast, so deep, she soon found herself crying out, completely helpless. His movements were so restless, barely giving her room to breathe as he pulled almost all the way back, and went all the way in. Her body might have been strong, but her mind wasn’t prepared for the torturing sensations of pleasure. It was like her stomach was twisted, the heat between her legs burning. The wetness from earlier was turning into a rapid, flowing back and forth with him, and rushing everything inside.
“Ah... Ah... A-Ashen! Ha... Hm!”
Cessilia was trying to catch her breath, hold onto him, but her body reacted faster than she could. She felt the waves rushing inside with him, the bed creaking helplessly, and the sensations between her legs making her crazy. She loved it, she loved it so much but she couldn’t even stop to savor it. It was like a storm of pleasure unleashing inside, and she could only let herself be carried along. Ashen’s grunts of pleasure were music to her ears, bestial and sexy. To think he was craving her body like this made her feel so powerful and desirable. She liked that he was losing himself in her, turning back into a greedy, pleasure-driven man craving her. There was no pain, but her body was straining to endure his frenzied pounding, her whole body trembling at each thrust. He only slowed down to kiss her, and each time, she found relief in that kiss, his lips more gentle than his lower body. She grabbed his shoulders to hold on to, her fingers locked on some strands of his white hair, and she tried to keep her eyes open. It was even sexier that they both had their clothes on, her dress pulled up to her stomach, and Ashen’s pants lowered on his legs. A bit playful as he slowed down to kiss her again, Cessilia ventured her hand to grab his butt, making him jump in surprise, so much so that he stopped moving for a short while. She chuckled, a bit amused to be the one to shock him for once.
“You...”
He took a look at her red cheeks, a proud and wry smile on her lips. Her touch on that part of his body had calmed down the beast a little. He was far from done, and still inside her, but that was a welcomed break for the two of them, catching their breath while staring at each other.
“Are you being mischievous, my princess?” he chuckled.
“I c-can touch you where I w-want,” she retorted, her lips pouting a bit.
She was unbearably cute when she was trying to take the offensive. He chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her. Cessilia’s hand was not letting go, a bit possessive of his muscular bottom. He quite liked it when she tried to be more boastful, as opposed to her usual shyness... especially when she did it to claim her ownership of him. He kissed her cheek.
“You sure can,” he chuckled.
Then, he gently grabbed her hand, moving it from his butt to where their bodies were joined. Cessilia’s stony facade dropped, while he chuckled.
“You’re the one... making me like this.”
Cessilia was rendered mute. He was inside of her with this? She regretted being so cocky just a second ago when she had such little self-awareness... Ashen resumed moving, slowly, making her even more aware of what was going on down there. Cessilia tried to control her breathing and her shameful thoughts, but it was a bit too late. Ashen guided her fingers on her own body, triggering a new little touch of pleasure. She was unveiling the secrets of carnal pleasure at high speed, and she couldn’t admit to herself how good that felt... Before she realized it, he resumed his pounding, and her fingers moved on their own to increase her pleasure. Her voice grew steadily louder, now following the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts. His groans too. He called her nickname in between, not slowing down anymore. Time around them was now solely regulated by their pleasure, growing faster as the wave grew bigger. Cessilia could feel the pleasure rising; her fingertips moved faster, and Ashen’s pounding intensified, making her cry out. Her hand stiffened, and she stopped her fingers, suddenly completely absorbed in his rough pounding. He was going fast, all in and almost all out, wrecking her senses and making some parts of her body numb, as if to focus everything on the ones being pleasured. Her moans echoed in the room, but she was deaf to them; she could only focus on the inner sensations and the sparks that suddenly bloomed in her stomach. It was so sudden, she felt her body stiffen, and heard Ashen groan loudly. He froze deep inside, and her entire body froze, pinned down by pleasure and the strange trembling that came from it.
When her limbs finally relaxed, Cessilia calmed down, her breath slowing down. She had no idea when she had closed her eyes, but she could feel Ashen’s fingers gently combing her hair. She hugged him, hiding her face in his neck. She was happy. It was like a stolen, private moment between them, so short but so blessed. Even if she was tired, she liked the lingering sensations in her body, the soft memory of their intense love-making.
