The intensity between them only grew as their touches became more demanding, each lost in the other's body. Alistair's fingers worked skillfully teasing Emilia's clit with deliberate and calculated motions that had her gasping into his mouth. His tongue claimed hers again, each deep stroke pulling a moan from her throat while her hips instinctively rocked against his hand.
"Does that feel good?" The man's voice was low and rough with desire, barely breaking their kiss while his middle finger pressed harder into her sensitive spot. The girl could only nod, her breath hitching as pleasure shot through her.
"Keep going," Emilia whispered between puffs, her voice shaky with need. She felt herself growing wetter under Alistair's touch, her body responding to every flick of his fingers. The warmth pooling in her belly told the girl that she was getting closer with every second he continued teasing her.
Her hand, in the meantime, had found its own rhythm against him. Emilia's slender fingers wrapped firmly around Alistair's cock, stroking him with a steady pace that made him groan against her mouth. The girl moved from the base of his shaft up to the tip, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that leaked from the man, making her strokes slicker.
The sound of their mutual arousal filled the room, blending with the couple ragged breathing and muffled groans. Alistair's hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation of Emilia's hand on him, his muscles tensing while she tightened her grip.
"Just like that," he breathed, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "You're so good at this."
The man's fingers pushed deeper into her now, one sliding inside her slick entrance while his thumb continued its work on her clit. The combined sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through Emilia's body, her free hand gripping the sheets as she struggled to stay grounded.
"More," she arching her back while his finger curled inside her, brushing against that perfect spot. "Please, Al.. more."
His response was immediate, adding another finger to stretch her while his thumb moved faster over her clit. The man knew her body too well by now and exactly how to bring the girl to the edge of release.
"Tell me when you're close," Alistair whispered into her ear, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel you come undone for me."
Emilia's hand faltered modestly as the pleasure built inside her, but she forced herself to keep stroking him, matching the rhythm of Alistair's thrusts into her. The pressure coiling in the girl's core was becoming unbearable, her entire body tingling with the promise of release.
"Al.." she whimpered, her voice barely a breath while her hips bucked against the man's hand.
Before she could finish, the orgasm crashed over her, the girl's body trembling as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Emilia clenched around his fingers, her breath catching in the throat while she rode out her climax. Alistair didn't let up, his fingers moving through her release, prolonging the sensation until she was left spent.
Her hand on him faltered completely as her body went limp, but Alistair didn't seem to mind. He leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time and savoring the taste of her while she recovered.
"You're incredible," his hand gently withdrew from between her thighs, though the evidence of her pleasure lingered.
Emilia shuddered when the aftershocks coursed through her, but even as her body relaxed, the desire to reciprocate flared back up. The girl's hand wrapped around his cock once more, determined to bring him to the same edge he had led her to. "Your turn."
The girl's breath was still ragged from the release, but her focus had shifted entirely to Alistair. She tightened her grip around his cock, moving her hand slowly at first, teasing him with deliberate strokes.
"How's this?" Emilia asked, her voice soft yet filled with desire. "Should I squeeze tighter?"
Alistair let out a low whimper, his hips subtly thrusting into her hand and the man's voice rough with pleasure. "Yes.. Tighter. Just like that, Em..."
Encouraged by his response, she applied more pressure, her hand gliding along his length with increasing intensity. The slickness of Alistair's precum made the girl's strokes smoother, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at how much she was affecting him. Emilia's thumb grazed over the sensitive tip, eliciting a shudder from him.
Alistair's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the sensations she was giving him. But soon, he opened them again, locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity.
"Kiss me," the man demanded, his voice thick with need. "Hard."
Without hesitation, Emilia leaned in, her lips crashing against his in a fierce and passionate kiss. Their tongues met again in a heated dance, each feeding off the other's needs. As their kiss deepened, her hand moved faster and stroked Alistair with purpose.
She could feel him pulsing in her hand, his cock swelling as he neared his climax. Every moan, every groan that rumbled from the man's chest made Emilia feel more powerful, more in control. The girl loved knowing that she could bring him to this point, that her touch alone could make him unravel.
"Tell me, Al… am I doing good? I want to hear you say it."
The man growled against her lips, his hand gripping the sheets beneath while his body tense, his voice shaky. "You're perfect. So good, Em.. Keep going."
Hearing Alistair's praise fueled her even more. She quickened her pace, her hand sliding up and down his shaft with relentless precision. Emilia focused on the head of his cock, teasing it with her thumb and fingers, knowing it would drive him over the edge.
"Tell me again," she urged, her voice sultry and teasing. "I want to hear you praise me when you come."
Alistair's breathing became ragged, his body trembling as he teetered on the brink of release. The man's hand reached up to cup the girl's face while their lips met in another searing kiss. "God, Em.. You're amazing… so good at this."
The combination of her hand working him and the intensity of their kiss sent him spiraling. Alistair's cock throbbed in her hand, growing impossibly harder, and she could feel him nearing the point of no return. Emilia quickened her pace, each stroke drawing him closer to the release.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling while the tension built. The girl could feel the wetness of his precum slickening her fingers, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip in teasing circles. Alistair's hips bucked involuntarily, his grip on the sheets tightening while he teetered on the edge.
"Em..," he groaned, the man's voice thick with pleasure. "I'm close… so close."
With a smirk, Emilia leaned in close and her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Come for me, Al... I want to feel you."
Her words were his undoing, with a guttural cry, Alistair's body tensed, and he released himself into her hand. The man's hot cum spurted out, coating her fingers while his hips jerked against her hand. His breathing was ragged, his muscles trembling as the intense pleasure coursed through him.
Emilia continued stroking the man through his climax, drawing out every last drop, her hand working him gently until his body relaxed. Panting, Alistair's hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a sweet and lingering kiss. His lips trembled against hers, the aftershocks of his release still coursing through him.
When they finally broke apart, the man rested his forehead against hers, his breathing slowly evening out. "Em.." his voice hoarse, "you were incredible."
A soft grin tugged at her lips, satisfied by both his release and words of compliment. But before she could respond, Alistair's hands were already moving to her hips, pulling her closer. The man's eyes darkened with desire as he pressed his body against hers, still warm from their shared passion.
"I need you," Alistair begged. "I want to be inside you… right now."
Emilia's body tensed, still reeling from the intensity of their earlier connection, but Alistair's persistence was hard to resist. His lips found hers again, filled with the same desperate need. The man's hands roamed her body, tugging at her nightgown, slipping beneath it to touch the girl's bare skin.
"Please, Em.." his breath was flaming against her lips. "Let me have you. I'll make you feel so good… just like before. You know I can."
Her heart raced as his words stirred something deep inside. Alistair's kisses grew more insistent, and his hands moved with a practiced ease, teasing her body in ways that made it hard to say no. The man pressed his hips against hers, his cock already beginning to harden again, the evidence of his desire unmistakable.
Emilia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. But the way Alistair's lips trailed down her neck, his hands expertly tracing the curve of her waist, made her waver. The girl let out a soft sigh, surrendering to the warmth spreading through her body.
"Alright," her voice barely audible. "But take it slow."
Alistair smiled against her skin, his relief palpable. "I promise," his lips brushing against her collarbone. "I'll make you satisfied."
Their breaths mingled as Alistair and Emilia slowly undressed one another. The man's hands moved with deliberate care, sliding the girl's nightgown off her shoulders, while she tugged at his pajama pants, both of them focused on the task of stripping down. Soon, the couple's bare skin met, sending sparks of warmth and desire through both of them.
Alistair positioned himself, sitting cross-legged with Emilia straddling his lap, their bodies aligning perfectly while he guided his cock to her entrance. They both let out soft gasps while he slid inside her, his hands gripping her hips to steady her. The girl instinctively rocked her hips, matching the man's movements as they began a slow and rhythmic dance of pleasure.
His touch was tender, his fingers tracing patterns along her back and thighs while he moved inside her, each thrust gentle but deliberate. The closeness of their position made every sensation feel magnified, the couple chests pressed together, their lips grazing one another's as they shared breathy whispers of pleasure. Emilia's arms wrapped around Alistair's shoulders, her fingers threading through his hair while she shifted her hips in time with his, the slow grind intensifying the heat between them.
"The king is still unsure about the tax plan," her voice breathless but curious. "Do you need my help with it?"
Alistair wailed faintly, her words catching him off guard in the midst of their shared pleasure. The sincerity in the girl's question touched him, and he found himself thrusting deeper, his cock stretching her walls in response. Emilia gasped, her body tensing slightly at the sudden intensity, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"You always know how to calm my mind and drive me crazy at the same time." He thrust again, harder this time, feeling her walls tighten around him, his lips brushing along her collarbone.
"No… what I'm doing isn't wrong. But it's hard when everyone questions me."
Emilia's breath hitched, the force of his words matching the thrusts of his cock. The girl's voice shaky from the pleasure coursing through her.
"You'll always have people pointing fingers, but I trust you. Do what you think is right. That's what a ruler does. "
Her words sent warmth flooding through Alistair's chest, more powerful than any pleasure he could draw from their physical connection. The man pressed his hand to her back, pulling her even closer as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing and licking her skin with fervor. His teeth grazed Emilia's flesh, leaving behind red marks and light bites, each one a symbol of his deep, unspoken gratitude.
"Can you read my mind?" Alistair teased, his voice husky as he continued to thrust into her, each movement making them both shudder.
"Not yet," Emilia replied with a soft smile, her lips brushing his ear. "That's just a wife's instinct."
The girl's response made Alistair crave her even more. She wasn't just offering her body to him, she was offering herself as his confidant, his equal and the one person who could truly understand him. The man's heart swelled with affection and desire.
"Do you want me to suck your breasts?" his voice low and teasing as he pressed a kiss to her chest.
Emilia chuckled breathlessly. "Is that a compliment?"
Alistair grinned against her skin before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing her skin while he sucked hard. The man's hand moved to her other breast, squeezing it with a roughness that made Emilia's back arch in response. "I want to hear you scream my name."
The intensity of his touch, the roughness of his bite, sent a jolt of arousal through her. Emilia moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as Alistair's cock pounded into her harder and faster. The sensation of the man's teeth biting into her breast, leaving a visible mark, only heightened her desire.
The girl matched his rhythm, moving her hips in time with his thrusts, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable peak. Alistair's pace grew frantic, his cock slamming into her without mercy, while Emilia's walls clenched around him, gripping him tightly. Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as they neared their climax, the couple bodies slick with sweat and desire.
With one final thrust, they reached their peak together. Alistair groaned her name into her skin, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace as his cock twitched inside her, filling her with his release. Emilia gasped, her own orgasm washing over her, her body shaking while the pleasure coursed through her, her hips grinding in slow circles to prolong the sensation.
As their bodies stilled, Emilia remained on his lap, her breathing heavy as she rested her forehead against his. She could feel their juices mixing, slowly dripping down her thighs while they stayed intertwined, their hearts beating in unison.
Alistair kissed her lovingly, his hands roaming over her back in a soothing gesture. "Are you satisfied?" his lips brushing her ear.
Emilia smiled, still breathless. "I think we both are."
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