She kicks her feet in mock protest. “What are you doing? You didn’t get your hornjob yet!”
“Hornjob.” I laugh. “I can get one of those later. But right now—” I jump into the pool, Pie still in my arms, and she squeals and thrashes, splashing me.
But then I carry her over to the far side, sit down on a rock ledge, and place her in my lap so we are facing each other. She places both her hands on my face again. I love it when she does this. When she gazes into my eyes and holds me in this way. I feel like the center of her world.
And I’m so hard right now, I just want to be inside her.
But she leans forward, softly placing her lips against my mouth. We kiss and take it slow. Taking our time. No more words necessary.
Her hands fall to my shoulders, then slide down my arms. I’m still holding her hips, but my hands slide around to grip her ass, the velvety soft fur there such a turn-on.
Her hand grips my cock and I pull her even closer to me. Then she lifts her hips up and settles until I’m pushing up inside her.
We close our eyes at the same time, a little moan escaping her lips, a louder one escaping mine. These sounds mingle with our kiss and then she begins to move, gently rocking back and forth in my lap.
It feels so good, I can’t remember a single other time in my life that has made me so happy.
“Pie.” I moan into her mouth.
She lifts up, then down. Our movements becoming faster. Harder. Her breasts bouncing in the water, just under my chin. I grab one, grip it hard enough to make her moan, then bring it up to my mouth and suck on her nipple.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her forehead pressed against my head. I grip her tight with one hand, urging her to move faster. And she responds until our movements are no longer slow and soft.
I let her nipple fall out of my mouth and grip her two-handed now, sliding her back and forth across my lap so I can hit that sweet spot between her legs.
She stares down at me, mouth open. And I picture all kinds of dirty things I want to do with that mouth. I bring my hand up, trace her lips with my thumb, and then slide it inside. She closes her lips around it, sucking. And I about die as I picture her doing this to my cock.
She pulls it out, moans, “Pell,” just one time, and then I feel her pussy contract around my shaft.
I take that thumb, thrust it into the water, and play with that sweet spot between her legs.
She comes. Loudly. Her moans echoing off the cave walls. Her heavy breath in my ear as she bites my shoulder.
And that’s it for me. I explode inside her, my arms wrapping around her whole body like a vice, holding her so close, we are just one person.
She collapses into me, soft and pliable now. And I lean back, gently sliding my fingertips up and down her ribcage.
We stay like that for a few minutes, at least, her head on my shoulder as our rapidly-beating hearts begin to slow.
Then she sits up, takes my face in her hands again, and kisses me sweetly. “You’re my home now, Pell. You know that, right?”
“I do. And even though this place has been my prison for two thousand years, now that you’re here, Pie, neither the walls nor the curse feel like punishment.”
Her face is flushed pink and her blue eyes are bright and wide. “I’m going to find a way to get you through the tomb doors. I’m going to find a way for us to do everything together.”
Then she rests her head on my shoulder again and we stay like that until we’re at risk of falling asleep.
The water feels so good. But there are fluffy white robes hanging on hooks and a warm bed in the cottage waiting for us.
I get up out of the hot spring, holding Pie in my arms, and take her over to the robes.
“What about your hornjob?” she asks, once I set her back on her feet.
“Another time, Pie,” I say, taking one of the robes off the hook and holding it open for her. She slides her arms into it, and I tie the front closed.
Then I put on my own robe, not bothering to tie it, and lead her out of the cave.
The tables in the great hall have been cleared of dishes and all of the candles save for a few pillars in the corners have been put out. It’s empty of monsters. And quiet.