Chapter 35: Her, Him, And The Horse (4)

The fact that nothing hides me from sight, except for the underwear covering the strategic places, doesn't bother me too much.

After all, we're alone here. Me, Ignis, and the horse.

I can hear the animal breathing a few steps from us, and I'm glad it's not disturbed by our lewd performance.

My husband has stepped forward a few times, making me retreat until my back hit the nearest tree. And like this, leaned on the wood, we can continue kissing for ages.

Thankfully, he's not hastening. He lets me adapt before starting to touch me. His hands follow my waistline, travelling on my back and sides as if it was his right. His mouth doesn't leave mine, so I can feel his smile through the kiss.

I'm happy that he's happy; how odd.

When my fingers, somehow and totally against my will, reach his belt, I remember he's wearing wet clothes.

«Ignis, your trousers!» I exclaim.

He chuckles, loosening the belt until the trousers can be removed swiftly.

«I didn't know you were this hurried, Ronnie,» he says.

«It's wet,» I point out.

I'm not trying to take advantage of him, for goodness.

«I see. It won't bother you this way...»

He bends towards me, and his breath tickles my shoulder while he grabs my thighs to pick me up. He shows me how to lock my legs around his hips, and he presses me on the tree.

Ouch, the wood is so uncomfortable. It's grazing my back, and it might leave traces if I end up cutting myself.

The worries disappear when Ignis kisses me again. I forget about them for a long, long moment.

I like how my belly is in contact with his abs. His hands stopped wandering because they're keeping me from falling, gripping my thighs and slithering towards my butt.

I love all of this so much, yet it might be the wrong moment to make out.

I pull Ignis's hair until he looks at me. His eyes are so dark in the night, and his breathing is short.

So, he does need to breathe... I'm not the only one affected by all of this.

«We're not safe now,» I murmur while his lips reach my neck. Oh, I wanted to be serious, to remind him about the situation.

Yet, from the moment he stopped looking me in the eye and focused on the soft skin behind my ear, it was too late for me.

I sigh and close my eyes, surrendering for good. Some things are worth dying for, aren't they?

While Ignis undoes the bandage around my breasts, I wonder if we could find a better position for this. I really hate the wood cutting my back.

«Ignis,» I murmur. Can I? Is it wrong to ask about it?

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Oh, I should just grit my teeth and endure it for a while more. After all, I like the overall situation more than I hate the wood.

Also, what if Ignis thinks I'm a demanding wife?

Will he realise it on his own, though? I don't think he has ever been pushed against a tree. Maybe he thinks it's comfortable or exciting?

It is exciting, by any means.

«Yes?» he replies, destroying my hope he wouldn't inquire any further about my emotions.

Now, I have to say something. But I don't want to stop kissing.

«My back...» I whisper, shutting my eyes and praying he won't get angry.

«Sorry,» he replies, taking a step back and letting me stand on my legs. He turns around and sits against the tree, pulling my hand to make me sit on his lap.

Oh, this is way better. I hope Ignis doesn't mind my weight...

«Is it better like this?» he asks, circling my waist with his arms and pecking my cheek.

«Yes, better.»

The bandage falls from my chest the moment I finish talking, but I don't put it back. What is this mess, by the way?

What did Ignis do while trying to undo it? It's completely... Oh, whatever.

I bend my head back, inviting him to kiss my skin. He removed the piece of clothing with so much effort; there must be something he wants to do, right?

Instead of kissing my breast like last time, he touches it. His hand cups the right one delicately.

He's firm enough to make me feel the touch, but it's not as uncomfortable as I imagined. While his hand fondles it, his finger teases my nipple. Immediately, without any apparent reason, my legs quiver.

My underwear gets damp in between my thighs. What is going on? Am I sweating this much down there?

I can't think about it now because my lips will swell if I don't stop biting. I push my breasts on Ignis's chest, pressing them enough to feel him even like this.

Oh, it's even better than touching with the hands...

I kiss him, wild like a beast. When he reciprocates, I move my bottom to feel him closer, and I close my eyes to taste every single second. It's then that I notice the hardness poking on me.

Warm waves and thrills span my whole body while the world disappears for an instant. It's only Ignis and me. And my wish to make him pant and moan just like he does to me.

I clench my fists and open my eyes, observing the green grass behind the tree in search of inspiration. Or maybe, for enough courage to do what I want to do.

All I want is to please Ignis and maybe to feel these emotions myself. A part of my body knows: there's something more other than this vibrant delight.

My body knows that the limit is so, so farther than this amount. I just need to ask for it, right?

Or maybe, I better just take action.

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