Page 155 of Dare
“Oh!” I wailed. “Oh, Seasons!”
“Give me noise,” he gritted out. “Give me every noise.”
Yes. I transformed into the cascades, racing freely and wildly, coursing at full speed to a precipice, about to plunge headfirst over the promontory and split into a million glittering pieces. My voice followed suit, unleashing into this jungle, delivering sounds only this prince and the rainforest could hear, because only they understood. I made noise by movement, with my mind and my heart.
Bolstering himself on the bracket of one arm, the prince raised his upper body and sloped his cock higher still. The position changed the angle of our fucking, the head striking just so. I shouted with this man, my breasts bouncing into the air and my hips dashing into his.
Jeryn fought to keep his head up, determined not to let go, to keep himself from buckling. His cock expanded, thicker and hotter. It siphoned into me, fucked with such vigor that I strapped my fingers around his shoulders, the better to take it. My pussy constricted, small tremors cresting.
My villain prince hissed, “You have slayed me.”
And I could not stay away from those lips any longer. Not after that.
Down into his arms, I landed. My knees pitched around his tireless hips, my nipples rushed against his pecs, and my fingers hooked over his shoulders. Our mouths crashed together, rocking and panting.
I curled into him, and he palmed my ass and jerked me forward, and forward, and forward. His tongue whisked my own, the echoes of lovemaking trapped between our lips. And like this, we discovered a momentum and a deep, sacred spot.
This meant more than kinship. It meant something beyond desire. I cared for him, and I trusted him. I liked his eyes on me, his arms around me, his breath in my hair. I had felt this bond only once before, with my mother and father. Yet this boosted my heart to another level, the epiphany claiming my soul.
“Do you feel it?” I whispered, slinging my hips faster.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, pumping deeper. “I feel it.”
I could have hollered. Hate had separated kingdoms. But this enduring feeling could unite them.
I bounded on his cock, and he opened my cunt, our waists in sync. Jeryn veered his swollen lips from mine, then mashed his face against my own. I relished the sharpness of his groans, and I replied with heated gasps that fell against his mouth.
My flesh seared. My pussy tensed around his cock, the crescendo so near, driving us ahead.
Seeing my eyebrows crimp, Jeryn put everything into the motions of his hips, fucking into me with his entire frame. Glazed in sweat, I strung my arms around his shoulders and leaped into him, my walls squeezing to the hilt.
Three words floated across my tongue, so often used by lovers. But Jeryn got there first with a declaration of his own.
“You own me,” he said against my mouth. “You rule me.”
The world exploded. Flames burst inside me like an inferno, my pussy seizing up and then erupting, hot pleasure spilling down my limbs. Oblivion rushed from my core, to my knees, to my lips. My mouth unhinged, and I bellowed into his lips, and he stalled at the same time before shattering.
A roar barreled from his chest, his muscles quaking. Warm liquid streamed from his cock while I convulsed around him. As one, we came hard and long. I clawed through his hair, and he bowed his head into my neck, both of us clasping, riding out this wave. Unending battle cries wrenched from my being, and Jeryn emptied his lungs against my throat, his pulse ramming into mine.
We fixed in place and crested to the hard root of our pleasure. It coursed from the center of us, sluicing through my limbs, glowing in my blood, from that place where his cock pulsed inside me.
Slowly, patiently, we rocked our hips, soaking up every last ripple of pleasure. My breasts heaved into his torso, my inner walls drenched and clutching him. Wheezes tumbled from my tongue, and Jeryn swallowed for air while keeping his hold on me.
Finally, we floated back down to earth. Jeryn rolled on top, his body burrowed within mine and my limbs flanking his waist, refusing to let him go. The hairs along my legs tickled his, my feet resting on the backs of his knees. I sighed up to the sky, my fingers swimming in his hair.
Jeryn balanced himself on his forearms, wary of crushing me. He swept the hair from my face, the better to see my expression. Our eyes fastened as he descended to claim my mouth. He sketched my lips with his own, and I slanted my head, our mouths folding languidly. And it happened again, and again, and again.
Our lips layered and tugged. With each pass, each new tilt, we kept our eyes open and watched one another. Exhausted and sated, we panted into the next kiss, and the next, and the next.
I could keep him inside me for eternity. Maybe that was possible if we got ambitious enough.
Jeryn’s lips crooked against mine. That scant inch told me he knew my thoughts.
Soberly, he framed my face in his palms and continued flicking his tongue between my lips, matching the restless tempo of our hips, which still lolled together. The taste of salt and frost made my head spin.
The waterfalls misted us. The ferns trembled. While coming, I’d forgotten where we were, and I continued to forget, and I made sure Jeryn forgot with me.
We kissed the past away. And as we did, the sun rose.