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The rest of the day was a blur. My dick just wouldn’t stay down, and my blood pounded, needing release.
We made it back to the horses after I took Nicolette against the tree. But just barely. She’d pulled her hair up, winding a free piece around it and tying it into a knot to get it off her neck, but a loose lock fell free as we were walking. With her a few paces in front of me, all I could seem to focus on was that damn bit of hair that kept touching the back of her neck so intimately. It didn’t seem right. I should be the one who got to touch the back of that glorious, slim neck.
And then her dress slipped. She was holding the torn front together with her hands, like a robe, but one sleeve fell off her shoulder. It was too enticing for me to resist.
With no idea I was about to mount her from behind like a savage animal, she motioned toward Mint and Caramel, saying, “As soon as I dig out a new dress, we can be on our w—”
“Don’t bother,” I said, catching her waist and pulling her up short, causing her to yelp. “We won’t be going anywhere. Not for a good, long while.”
“Oh!” A puff of surprise left her lips when I pressed her tantalizing back against my straining front and moved my mouth to her neck, right where that hair had been touching her.
“Farrow,” she panted. In front of me, her head tumbled back to rest on my shoulder while I kissed the side of her throat and pressed my straining cock to her bottom so she could feel me through her dress.
“I need you,” I told her.
She nodded, even as she asked, “Again? Already?”
“Again,” I answered, my voice deep and thick with arousal. “Already.” Slipping one hand around to her front, I cupped her breast before squeezing tight enough to make her jump and then moan. She pressed her ass against my erection. I nudged the other sleeve off her shoulder until the entire dress slid down and was falling, pooling and puddling around her ankles.
With no more cloth between us, I pulled myself from my own trousers and slipped my penis between the crease in her bottom, learning her shape from behind.
Moaning, Nicolette reached out and clutched a nearby tree, hanging on to it as I slipped my arm around her waist and angled her ass out to help me reach her slick opening more easily.
Once I found my way, my stiff penis prodded her soft, wet folds. She arched her back, exposing herself to me further, ready for insertion. When a tremor of anticipation seized her, I smoothed my hand down the length of her lovely spine and then gripped her hips.
“Hold on,” I warned.
She rested her forehead forward against her arm and nodded. I pushed in. She whimpered in feminine distress.
“Sore?” I asked, sliding even deeper.
Her head wobbled back and forth on her arm. “No. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I rocked the rest of the way in and paused so I could release a breath and just experience the moment fully. Making love to Princess Nicolette was not something I’d ever forget, but I suddenly wanted every detail imprinted on my brain, from that lock of hair once again teasing the back of her neck and the teardrop of sweat that coasted along her spine to the tight clasp of her inner muscles as she pushed back against me, adjusting and taking my length, urging me to give her more.
I settled deeper. My pubic hair scraped her bottom as my bollocks hung heavy between her spread legs.
Then, flexing inside her, I claimed my territory.
She sobbed my name, no longer able to take the hiatus, and I was undone. I pulled out and shoved back in, reaching around to find her clit. Fingers slipping between her legs, I caught her quivering nub and pinched it, applying just enough pressure to make her legs give out and her body seize.
I held her up, capturing her orgasm against my hand, and I emptied myself inside her, giving everything I had and everything that I was to this woman who was coming to mean more to me than I ever thought was possible.
“When the bloody hell is this damn aphrodisiac supposed to pass?” I growled, plopping onto the hastily rolled-out pallet next to a still-panting Nicolette. It was late evening now, and I’d lost count of how many times we’d come together. “I’m going to wear a hole straight through you if we keep it up.”
She laughed and rotated onto her side, facing me. We had napped and eaten and taken each other throughout the day in an unceasing wave of sex, food, and sleep.
I’d tried to break up the repetition and apply a soothing salve between her legs once, because she had to be sore. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her—all ten times I’d taken her. She had assured me she felt fine, though. Whenever we kissed, which was a lot, I supposedly healed whatever soreness she started to feel.
I couldn’t trust all that true-love’s-kiss malarkey, though, so I forced her to lie down and let me apply an ointment. But no sooner did my fingers dip the salve inside her, trying to heal what must be untold amounts of torn tissue, my cock swelled, jealous of all the action my fingers were getting. Then Nicolette made it worse by moaning her pleasure and arching her hips toward me. Her nipples hardened and cheeks flushed, and I was forced to shake my head and clench my teeth as I tried to restrain myself from my baser urges and mount her like a barbarian.
“Here,” Nicolette offered, dipping her own fingers into the balm’s container. “Why don’t you apply your silly soothing cream in me with this?” And she lathered my penis with the salve.
A moment later, my fingers were pulled free, and my swollen shaft—lathered with healing ointment—was pushing inside her, where I mounted her like a barbarian, anyway.
The princess had been a bundle full of energy and vivacity since then, becoming the aggressor in our love play, while my own vigor seemed to drain from me. I could tell the aphrodisiac was beginning to fade, and with its absence, I knew I would crash, so I ignored the signs and pushed myself harder, because I wanted just a little more time like this with her.
She grinned at me now and stroked a finger down the side of my face. “You’re quite worried about the quality of my vagina, you know that? But I assure you, love, it’s more durable than you think.”
