188: Sweet ride back home (part 2)

Sweet ride back home (part 2)

As she continued to relish her mate's neck, she vaguely sensed his forward lean and the grip of his hands on the hem of her dress. The vague awareness swiftly transformed into full consciousness as the back of his calloused hands glided over the skin of her legs igniting a trail of tingles in their wake until finally coming to rest just above her knees. In that moment, his once calm demeanor gave way to a restlessness, his chest matching the rhythm of her own heaving chest as he took the lead.1

"We're having outercourse," he declared huskily. 

Unfamiliar with the term yet having already given her consent, trusting her body to Egon felt as instinctive as a river finding its way to the sea. It was the distance between them that had felt peculiar and discordant, as if something essential was missing.

His hands trembled ever so slightly as they grasped her legs just above the knees, effortlessly lifting her as if she weighed nothing. He held her in a way that allowed her arms to remain wrapped around his shoulders and she continued to kiss him where his pulse hammered beneath her lips.

He slowly lowered her so that she was sitting astride the top of his thighs, straddling him, a soft noise of pleasure thrummed in his throat when their genitals pressed, and she was both, taken aback by how hard he was and drowning in lust, the fire of their pull spreading deliciously inside of her. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to run her hands over that part of him, to feel the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked.

"Yes," she breathed out.

"I will bring you more comfort, for you belong to me," he vowed.

She nodded, sucking on his neck as if she had become possessed with that need, she felt more fluid coming out of her, and her silk undergarment became incredibly slippery. She had to say something to him about it at this point, her lips left his neck and found his ear, suddenly wanting to kiss and bite that too, she whispered heavily.

"…Your clothes will be soiled,"

Egon's muscles tightened beneath her.

"One more word and I will devour it, damn it, the scent alone is driving me insane,"

A shock ran through her back when his hands, which were resting on her thighs, began to move her in an up-and-down motion, rubbing her genitals against his, the delicious friction only added to the pleasure of the kisses she kept on giving him, she filled her head with thoughts of Egon alone, surrounded by darkness, his breath warm against her ear, and his intoxicating scent enveloping her senses.

He had been right all along...

"I will only ever be with you," she stated softly.

After uttering those words, his lips found hers.

The way he tasted, the manly noises of pleasure he made as they kissed, grinding his erection against her vagina, The combination gave her a sense of euphoria. She found herself relying less on his directions and started tilting her pelvis forward and then moving her hips around.

She let go of his lips, the need to throw her head back and feel all that she was feeling demanded it.

"The rush of blood coursing through your body is exquisite," he exclaimed, his voice strained.

She swallowed, feeling the dryness in her throat. Unlike her, he likely had clear vision in the darkness, allowing him to see every detail of her disheveled state, and it was perfectly alright for him to witness her that way.

She couldn't keep her head still any longer; her hair tumbled over her shoulders and back as she moved it. Her moans, growing louder, were abruptly silenced when he brought her head forward and stifled them with his lips. However, his grip on her was loose enough to allow her head to move from side to side.

"You're close," he whispered directly in her ear, "...You're so beautiful,"

Her legs clutched his waist and then unclutched, afraid of what has been building up inside of her, wanting more of it, and wanting to let go of it at the same time.

"Egon," she complained.

"You have been mine from the very beginning," 

She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his damp one. The palms of her hands which no longer felt the sting of pain rested gently against his rough cheek. She couldn't see him in the darkness, and while she was relieved by that fact, she also felt a pang of regret that she couldn't behold his expression in that moment.

Her legs began to tremble slightly, involuntary shakes overtaking her.

"Damn it," the curse sounded as if spoken through clenched teeth.

Her eyes rolled when he suddenly fastened the tempo, realizing that this was just what she needed right now. It felt so good that a couple of tears escaped her, and she was slightly surprised when she felt his tongue on her cheeks licking them. The pleasure that built up inside of her reached an alarming level, she clenched hard not to let go, sure that she wanted to prolong it now, and trembled in the process.

"You are my heart—the most precious thing in my life, Adelaide,"

What started as an intense tingling pleasure in her clitoris spread slowly and all at once through her down to her toes and fingertips, she felt multiple contractions in and around her lower abdomen that seemed to be releasing all the built-up tension, she hugged him as they continued, and once they were further apart, she was able to take deeper breaths, the shaking in her legs slowly dying down.

She throbbed and pulsed, her heart beating so fast while the rest of her body relaxed.

As if she were not permitted such profound happiness, guilt swept over her, overwhelming and unforgiving, while tears of regret streamed down her face.

"I love you," he whispered urgently, his voice brimming with tenderness. He refrained from wiping away her tears this time, allowing her to cry to her heart's content. With a gentle touch, he took off her tiara and carefully rearranged her disheveled hair. "Do you love me?" he asked, though the answer seemed all too evident.

"I do,"

As she confessed her love for him, she felt a semblance of acceptance for what had transpired. The love they shared seemed to validate their actions, even though she believed that this experience should have been reserved solely for her husband.

"I love you, Adelaide," he reiterated, and she held onto him more. The magnetic pull between them took on a different quality, as if it transformed into a drape that shielded them from the outside world.

She closed her eyes, recalling the time he had encouraged her to do the same and make a wish—a time that now felt like a distant memory. Her wish had evolved into something entirely different. She yearned for a miracle, desired to become his lawful wife, and craved to relish in this pleasure repeatedly, fully aware of the depth of emotions they could share.

"Adela..."

Upon hearing the concern in his voice, she strained to meet his gaze, uncertain if she could truly discern his eyes. With a flicker of hope, she bestowed upon him a smile filled with optimism, there must be a path toward a future together if both of them truly wanted it.

"...You are my wife, Adela," he vowed, as if he had caught wind of her fervent wish.

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