Page 22 of The Witch's Cottage
Slowly, bit by tiny bit, he pushes deeper and deeper inside me. I’m so tight, sofull, I don’t know how I’m going to take any more. But just when I think I couldn’t possibly stretch further, my body surprises me. And as I let out a little whimper, Alden makes it all the way inside me.
“Impressive,” he whispers.
My cheeks flame with his praise.
Maneuvering us to the edge of the pool, Alden presses my back against the muddy bank once more. He draws his cock out, inch by inch, only to thrust it back into me. And withevery stroke of his hard length inside me, I start building up again. My hair is all around us—sticking to my face, plastered to his shoulders—and we’re both panting in the heat as he pumps into me.
“Faster,” I whisper, my body now having fully accepted his girth.
“I can’t,” he growls, releasing one of my ass cheeks to brace himself against the bank. “I’m gonna cum if I go any faster.”
Slipping a hand from his neck, I trace my fingertips down his strong chest, across his low abdomen, and along the base of his shaft. “Then cumwithme.”
He’s breathing so hard that his broad chest rises and falls, making the water ripple around us. “What do you want me to do?” he asks.
At the same time I press against my clit with my fingers, I whisper into his ear, “Fill me.”
Again, his whole body shudders. Then he starts pumping me once more, so hard my tiny breasts bounce with every thrust of his cock inside me. I match his pace, circling my clit, feeling my orgasm building up again. With my free hand still wrapped around Alden’s neck, I let my head fall back onto the bank, and with one final deep thrust and press of my fingers, I topple into ecstasy.
My body clenches, my pussy pulsing around Alden’s cock. He’s still going, delivering unthinkable pleasure with every stroke of his length. And then, when I think I might faint from the heat and the intensity, warmth explodes inside me. Alden presses himself as deep as he can go, making me yelp as he fills me with his girth and his heat.
Beside me, the hand he’s using to brace himself is trembling. His teeth are gritted, eyes closed tight, and all his muscles are pulled taut.
Our tandem breaths fill the quiet forest. As I regain some semblance of awareness, I notice that the sunlight has slipped lower and is breaking through the trees in beautiful shafts of gold. This is without doubt the most beautiful place I’ve ever been fucked in.
Slowly, like a flower unfurling itself in late spring, Alden’s body begins to relax.
It takes me a moment to loosen my legs from around his waist; they rebel at the idea of letting go. It prompts him to lower me to my feet, and my toes curl into the muddy soil at the bottom of the spring.
Immediately, I press myself to his chest. Beneath my ear, his heart thrums like the beat of a crow’s inky black wings. Mine is beating just as fast.
His arms wrap around me, hold me tight against him, and I feel so safe, so seen, so warm. I feel like in his arms is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I pull away just enough to tip my head back and look up into his brown-gold eyes. “Are you hungry?” I ask.
A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Always.”
“Let’s go back. I’ll make you dinner.”
The thrumming in my chest turns nervous. Now that he’s been inside me, has tasted me, will he finally let me in, let me shower him with my affection? Or will he build his walls right back up in an effort to keep me and my attention at bay?
He reaches up, hand dripping water, and snags one long strand of my hair. Twirling it around his finger, he smiles. “What are we having?”
Joy swells in my chest. Smile pulling on my mouth, I rise onto my toes to press a kiss to his bottom lip. “Not sure yet. Let’s go find out.”
Chapter 13
Aurora
THAT NIGHT, AFTER WE FINISH our meal of sweet herb stew with crunchy bread and lavender butter, Alden surprises me by not rushing out the door. I keep waiting for him to vanish, to throw those walls back up, but so far, he’s surprised me.
And I’m even more shocked when I walk into the parlor after tidying up the kitchen to find Alden sitting on the floor in front of the hearth, Harrison right beside him. They both glance up at me as I stand in the doorway, looking a bit like they’ve been caught doing something mischievous.
With a little smile, I move across the parlor to Auntie’s old rocking chair. I can still recall evenings sitting in her lap when I was very young, playing with her long hair and the beads she wore around her neck while she’d tell me stories or sing folk songs, the chair softly rocking all the while. Now as I take a seat and hear the familiar creak of the wood, I’m reminded of her, and it fills me with a mix of longing and love.
A little wicker basket sits beside the chair, and I reach down to pull my knitting from it. I’m working on mending the holes I got in my mittens this past winter, though I know I won’t need them again until October or November when the air gets cold and the snow starts to fall.
With one leg tucked up under me and the bare toes of my other foot pressed against the floor, I send the chair gently rocking, trying not to let Harrison and Alden realize that I keep glancing up at them.
