Chapter 16

Alden

AURORA'S LIPS ARE LIKE SATIN against mine, so soft and silky that I want to run my tongue over them just to see how they taste.

So I do.

And the little sigh she lets out already has me hardening in my trousers.

I swear, she could just look at me the right way, with those bright green eyes and her mischievous pink lips, and I'd be ready to hike up her skirts and have my way with her.

Lying on the riverbank, my feet still dangling in the rushing water, I make no move to get up as Aurora shifts in the grass and eases one leg over me. The image of her straddling my hips already has my cock leaping to attention.

This wasn't what I expected when I asked her to take a walk, but I'm certainly not complaining.

I leave my head propped on my hands as she trails her palms up and down my chest, tickling the little bit of skin visible at my neckline. Every brush of her hands against my body makes my want for her grow, and I'm pretty sure she feels it beneath her, because her lips turn up in a knowing smile.

This time when her hands drift down my chest, they continue across my abdomen, then to my waist, where she begins loosening the cords holding my trousers snug.

"What are you doing, little witch?" I ask, arching a brow as I look up at her.

"Oh, nothing," she says, tone feigning innocence even as she finishes untying the cords and wraps her fingers around my waistband.

I lift my hips just a bit, and she slides the fabric free of my waist and down to my thighs. My cock springs up, and Aurora's cheeks flame pink. When we made love in the hot spring, she didn't get a good look at me. Now, in the bright afternoon sunlight, there's no way to hide.

Still pink cheeked, Aurora wraps one hand around my cock, and her soft touch immediately makes me draw a breath. Slowly, she glides her hand up and down, causing me to harden further with every stroke. Closing my eyes, I let myself get lost in the pleasure of her touch.

"Do you like this?" she whispers, voice like the spring breeze.

"Mm-hmm," I mumble. I'm already losing my ability to form words into coherent sentences.

Her hand vanishes from around my cock, and when she shifts on my lap, I open one eye to look at her.

She's taking hold of her skirt, adjusting it as she rises onto her knees, positioning herself over the head of my cock. Where she's lifting the material of her dress, I can just see the wispy green hair above her slit, and it makes me want to bury my tongue inside her again.

I twitch in anticipation.

Aurora meets my eyes, and she holds my gaze as she lowers herself very slowly onto my cock. Her pussy is so tight, it takes her a moment to adjust to my size. Her lips pucker into a fleeting expression of discomfort, and then she finally sinks fully onto me.

And I could cum right now, without even thrusting into her once.

But I hold back, gritting my teeth as she rises onto her knees again only to sink down onto me once more, squeezing like a vise. She's soaking my cock, making it so wet that she's now sliding easily up and down my length.

Dropping her skirts, she hides that small glistening slit away from me, now leaning forward to brace her hands on my chest. A strand of hair falls across her flushed face, but she's so lost in her own rapture that she doesn't reach up to push it away.

I try to hold still, try not to grab her hips and pound myself into her. Right now, I want to be her tool, hers to use as she wishes.

And use me she does.

Lifting up again, she slides herself off of me, leaving me hard and wet and begging for more. Her hand disappears beneath the skirt of her dress, and she takes hold of me, but instead of stroking her hand up and down my cock, she presses my length into her wet folds, rubbing herself against me. Her clit is so swollen I can feel it on the underside of my cock as she thrusts her hips forward and back, grinding against me like her personal pleasure toy.

And even that is making me want to explode all over her.

She's rocking her hips faster now, and the pink in her cheeks has turned a deeper shade of red. Her brows pinch together in the center in a look of what could be pleasure or pain, and her eyes close. She tips her head to the sky, letting her hair fall in a wave down her back, breathing growing heavier.

I keep gritting my teeth, keep telling myself to hold it together.

But she's so wet, so soft.

I'm trying to think of anything else now, anything to keep myself from cumming all over her.

Lemon cookies. The freezing water. Lavender tea. The rotten board I have to fix on my porch.

Aurora draws a sudden breath, slowing her pace, and she opens her eyes just before releasing a light fluttering moan. I feel her clit pulse against my cock. As she cums, she slips right back onto me, and now her pace becomes feverish, frenzied. Her moaning grows louder.

Cookies. Water. Tea. Porch.

I'm trying so hard not to cum yet, but her sweet breath on my face as she groans my name sends me over the edge.

I finally yank my hands out from under my head and grasp her waist. With one buck of my hips, I drive myself fully into her, and my heat explodes with such intensity that I arch my back on the earth and squeeze my eyes closed.

Still, Aurora rides me. Our cum makes her so slick on my dick that there's almost no resistance as she bounces on top of me. I pulse one, two, three times deep inside her, then let out the breath I was holding.

She slows her pace, easing us both down from our high. But she doesn't lift herself off of me. Instead, she leaves my cock buried inside her, and we sit like for some time, panting in the balmy afternoon air, both probably sporting mud stains on our clothes.

When I open my eyes, I find her smiling down at me, looking content and sleepy. That same strand of hair is still hanging in front of her face, so I reach up and tuck it behind her ear. Before I can pull my hand away, she captures it in hers, then turns it over to press a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

"Alden?" she whispers, voice almost lost over the rushing of the river behind her.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you." Her eyes are glassy when they meet mine.

"What for?" I ask, voice rough from all my heavy breathing.

Her smile is so warm it could melt winter's chill. "For everything."