"Ah!"
Arelda let out a gasp as Morne picked her up and slammed her against the wall, kissing her furiously while her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
When he pulled away, she was panting for breath, but she still threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again, their tongues coiling around each other like two slippery eels.
Morne broke off the contact and pulled her tunic off over her head, tossing it next to their boots and his pack, and admired the view in the dim light of the lantern hanging in the corner.
Arelda's perky breasts wobbled and shook with her ragged breaths, hanging over a toned belly that indicated a fierce dedication to training.
He grasped those two soft mounds, one in each hand, before diving in for another kiss.
Even though his rod steadily rose and her knees grew weak, they didn't break apart for several minutes, and when they did, they were both covered in sweat and Arelda's neck and collarbone were flushed red.
