28. Oarus

28

OARUS

Yvonne looks at me with such love and devotion that I’m ready to lay my heart at her feet. Knowing now that she accepts me and wants to stay with me forever fills me with joy like I’ve never known before.

I caress her cheek with my hand. "I love you, Yvonne."

Her smile is radiant. "I love you, Oarus."

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss that ignites a fire within us. Our bodies entwine, moving in perfect harmony as we explore the depths of our desires. Every touch, every caress, is a testament to the love we share.

I want to pleasure her. We quickly leave the water and carry the action back to the lair.

The cave is filled with a heady mix of desire and vulnerability, our bodies bare and exposed to each other’s gaze. The barrier between us dissipates, leaving only raw intimacy in its wake.

I lower myself between her thighs, my tongue caressing her most intimate spot. I taste her, caressing her hidden bud of desire. Yvonne’s eyes flutter shut, her hands gripping the furs beneath her.

Her breath hitches, and I can feel her heart pounding in her chest as I continue to explore her. Her scent fills the air, a potent mix of arousal and submission that intoxicates me further.

I run my hands up and down her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She moans softly, her body trembling with pleasure as I continue to tease her. I can feel her desire building, her body responding to my every touch, and I know that she wants me just as badly as I want her.

As I continue to kiss and lick her, her body arches against mine, her hips bucking in time with my caresses. I can feel her arousal growing, her body glistening with the evidence of her desire. I slip a finger inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness that surrounds it. Yvonne gasps, her breath catching in her throat as she feels me invade her.

I rest my wounded arm on the bed gingerly. Then I begin to move one finger of my good hand in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her clit. Yvonne’s moans grow louder and more urgent. Her hands grip the blanket tighter, her body shaking with each thrust of my finger.

I can feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body increasing with each thrust. She’s so close, I can sense it in the way her hips buck wildly against mine. I slow down, wanting to savor this moment, wanting to prolong her pleasure.

Her body shudders, her moans turning into a high-pitched wail. I feel her muscles clench around my finger as she reaches the peak of her climax. Her body jerks and she cries out my name as if in pain, her orgasm washing over her in waves.

I pull away, my finger glistening with her arousal. I kiss her inner thigh, savoring the taste of her on my lips. Yvonne opens her eyes, looking at me with a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. She reaches up and pulls me down, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

I take her hand, guiding it to the place where I want her to touch me. She hesitates for a moment before she tentatively traces her fingers over me.

I moan softly, my body trembling with desire. Yvonne’s hands shake as she continues to explore me, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. She gazes at me with a mixture of awe and desire, her eyes locked onto mine as she continues to touch me.

I take a deep breath, my body aching for her. Yvonne’s hands continue to explore me, her fingers dancing over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. She traces the curve of my hip, then moves her fingers higher, grazing the sensitive skin of my chest.

I feel her breath on me, her lips gently brushing against my skin. Her eyes never leave mine. She moves her mouth closer until her lips finally touch me. I gasp as her lips make contact with my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body.

Yvonne’s hands are now all over me, exploring every inch of my body. She moves her hand lower, her fingers wrapping around me to gently stroke me.

Her touch is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Don’t stop.” I moan, my body arching towards her.

Yvonne moves her mouth lower, her lips darting towards me, her tongue teasing me. Her hand continues to move, her fingers stroking me in a rhythm that has me on the edge. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. Her breath is hot against my skin, her lips moving down and up my shaft, leaving a trail of kisses. I reach down, guiding her hand, urging her to take me further.

She responds to my touch, her fingers moving with purpose. I moan softly, creating sounds I’ve never made before. My hips buck, meeting her hand, seeking the release I know is just within reach.

I feel her teeth graze my skin. Her hand continues to move, her fingers gripping me tightly, her touch electrifying.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the slick sound of her hand moving across me. I feel the wave of bliss building, the pressure of the anticipation almost too much to bear.

My hips buck wildly, my body betraying the control I’ve tried to maintain. Yvonne’s hand continues to move, her fingers stroking me in a steady rhythm that’s driving me wild. My legs tremble, and I grip her hips, pulling her closer to me.

She moves faster, her mouth now enveloping me, her tongue stroking me in a delightful rhythm. I moan softly, my hands gripping her hair and urging her on. The pleasure is almost too intense, the sensation of her mouth on me sending me over the edge.

My body shudders, the sensation overwhelming me. As I come down, I push her back gently and place myself once again between her legs. I probe her entrance with my member, eager to seek the warmth of her body. I thrust into her.

Her eyes lock onto mine, a fire in her eyes, a connection that transcends the physical. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, urging me on. I thrust deeper, feeling the warmth of her body envelop me, the wetness of her desire surrounding me.

Yvonne moans softly, her breath hitching with each thrust. Her hands grip my back, pulling me closer and urging me to go deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of her body surrounding me, the warmth and the tightness.

I thrust harder, feeling the resistance, the tension, the release. Yvonne’s moans grow louder and more urgent. Her body shakes, her hips bucking wildly against me to match the rhythm of my thrusts.

I can feel the tension building, the pressure growing, the anticipation of the release almost too much to bear. I lean down, my lips finding hers. Our tongues dance in a frenzied rhythm, our bodies moving in sync.

Yvonne’s hands grip my back, her nails digging into my skin. She arches her back, her body shaking with each thrust, her moans delicious.

I feel her muscles clench around me, the tension reaching a breaking point. She cries out my name, a wild, primal sound that echoes in the room as she reaches the peak of her climax. Her body convulses beneath me, her legs wrapped tightly around me to pull me deeper into her.

I can feel the heat building within me, the pleasure growing with each thrust.

As I come closer to my own release, I feel a sudden calm wash over me, a sense of peacefulness that I’ve never experienced before. It’s as if the entire world has ceased to exist and it’s just me and Yvonne, connected in this moment, in this passion, in this love.

I thrust one last time, feeling her body convulse around me. I cry out her name, a sound of sheer ecstasy as I join her in the moment of release.

Our bodies collapse onto each other. We lie there, entwined, our skin wet with sweat, our hearts beating as one.