A King's Dilemma

ADRIEN

My hand came down in a light but firm slap across Freya's derriere. I knelt between her open legs, tunneling into her from behind, and the morning breeze softly caressed our exposed bodies.

Her tight walls gripped my member in its velvety warmth and I could feel myself nearing that edge. Not yet! My mind screamed at me, she had to get her pleasure first.

Breathing raggedly, I forced myself backwards, holding back with all of my strength. It was almost impossible. Encasing her thin waist in both hands, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. Smashing all of her softness against my hard pelvis.

Her broken moans could barely be heard with her face buried in the pillows as it was. “Now, Freya!” I commanded, landing another slap on her perfectly rounded cheeks. I could feel it then, her walls quivering around me in her approaching release. It called on mine as well and my body begged me to let go. Just a little more, I thought fiercely, not letting go.