Both their hands shook, trembling with wild feels of desire. When his fingers and later his mouth found the inside of her thighs and delved deeper than any lover ever had, Gwen felt like she was flying into some flaming oasis. It felt so good that it hurt.
She locked her fingers over Arthur’s back, and squeezed at his hair, getting him to hiss before his tongue lapped. It reached so high in her, that Gwen cried out, coming faster than ever before. Then it was her turn to drive him crazy, stroking so ravenously between his legs, that Arthur groaned and pushed her thighs further apart to allow entrance.
Gwen’s back arched as he found it.
And she clung to Arthur, rocking, swaying, and sliding up and down with him in the most private dance as This Guy’s in Love With You serenaded them in the background.
Their bodies growing hotter, slick with sweat, their lovemaking was not the neatest. It was messy and touched by laughter when a hand slipped off a breast, or fingers accidentally spanked ass. And yet if anything such mishaps just drove up their frenzy until together they were reaching another sweet painful climax.
Gwen heard Arthur’s cry of excitement as she pressed her mouth so hard against his shoulder, trying to bite away her passionate scream.
Limbs were shaking and they both felt sated when it was over, but also so alive.
Gwen whispered it to him now. “I felt like I was climbing inside you. So close. I want to be there now actually. Do I sound ridiculous?”
“No, Love.” He whispered, kissing her wet strands of curled hair. “I felt exactly the same. You are a vixen to my heart. The best kind. Don’t want to let go.”
“Me neither.”
Arthur reached down for the blanket which had wrapped somewhat around their ankles. He dislodged it, feeling how it was a bit damp like them, and brought it up over both their bodies, kissing the line of separation between Guinevere’s breasts afterward. “I love your skin. I love how you taste.”
“Mmm.” Gwen sighed contentment. She curled up against his chest, idly fingering the faint hairs there. “We can’t stay like this forever?”
He smiled with wonder, asking, “If we could, would you want to?”
Gwen nodded vigorously. “Yes. Most definitely.”
His eyes found hers. His lips too. They kissed and sighed, holding to one another’s naked bodies closely, comfortable and warm under the thin blanket that was best for summer’s muggy heat.
“Me too Guinevere.” He murmured afterward.
In his arms she took a look around the room, its décor peculiar at times. While most of it was sort of sophisticated cabin set-up, a reoccurring theme of medieval decoration was spread throughout also, including a statue that was about five feet tall.
“Knights.” Gwen whispered. “You have a penchant for them it seems.”
Arthur nodded, her curls of hair brushing up against his face with the motion. “Yes. Been collecting it all for a while. That one over there…” He pointed to the statue she had just been looking at. “Sword actually can be detached.”
“Really?” Gwen asked.
“Yes.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. “Not a real one of course, but has the sharp point.”
He let out a loud yawn, holding her closer. “Oh…I think I’m done with talking. Can barely keep my eyes open anymore.”
“Mmmm…same.” Gwen murmured.
Sleep came fast with the harmonies of Burt’s music finishing itself off.
She locked her fingers over Arthur’s back, and squeezed at his hair, getting him to hiss before his tongue lapped. It reached so high in her, that Gwen cried out, coming faster than ever before. Then it was her turn to drive him crazy, stroking so ravenously between his legs, that Arthur groaned and pushed her thighs further apart to allow entrance.
Gwen’s back arched as he found it.
And she clung to Arthur, rocking, swaying, and sliding up and down with him in the most private dance as This Guy’s in Love With You serenaded them in the background.
Their bodies growing hotter, slick with sweat, their lovemaking was not the neatest. It was messy and touched by laughter when a hand slipped off a breast, or fingers accidentally spanked ass. And yet if anything such mishaps just drove up their frenzy until together they were reaching another sweet painful climax.
Gwen heard Arthur’s cry of excitement as she pressed her mouth so hard against his shoulder, trying to bite away her passionate scream.
Limbs were shaking and they both felt sated when it was over, but also so alive.
Gwen whispered it to him now. “I felt like I was climbing inside you. So close. I want to be there now actually. Do I sound ridiculous?”
“No, Love.” He whispered, kissing her wet strands of curled hair. “I felt exactly the same. You are a vixen to my heart. The best kind. Don’t want to let go.”
“Me neither.”
Arthur reached down for the blanket which had wrapped somewhat around their ankles. He dislodged it, feeling how it was a bit damp like them, and brought it up over both their bodies, kissing the line of separation between Guinevere’s breasts afterward. “I love your skin. I love how you taste.”
“Mmm.” Gwen sighed contentment. She curled up against his chest, idly fingering the faint hairs there. “We can’t stay like this forever?”
He smiled with wonder, asking, “If we could, would you want to?”
Gwen nodded vigorously. “Yes. Most definitely.”
His eyes found hers. His lips too. They kissed and sighed, holding to one another’s naked bodies closely, comfortable and warm under the thin blanket that was best for summer’s muggy heat.
“Me too Guinevere.” He murmured afterward.
In his arms she took a look around the room, its décor peculiar at times. While most of it was sort of sophisticated cabin set-up, a reoccurring theme of medieval decoration was spread throughout also, including a statue that was about five feet tall.
“Knights.” Gwen whispered. “You have a penchant for them it seems.”
Arthur nodded, her curls of hair brushing up against his face with the motion. “Yes. Been collecting it all for a while. That one over there…” He pointed to the statue she had just been looking at. “Sword actually can be detached.”
“Really?” Gwen asked.
“Yes.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. “Not a real one of course, but has the sharp point.”
He let out a loud yawn, holding her closer. “Oh…I think I’m done with talking. Can barely keep my eyes open anymore.”
“Mmmm…same.” Gwen murmured.
Sleep came fast with the harmonies of Burt’s music finishing itself off.
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