Framework of the Frontier Sain Artwell (ebook pc reader TXT) 📖

as best she could, though by her lewd heavy breathing it seemed she too was close. Her pulse drummed fast and body burned, sweaty from sex.

Ember broke another kiss and clenched down with an intense moan. “Close…Will, I’m almost… Almost…”

Her abs trembled and hips quivered in a carnal plea for one more push. Happy to oblige, William stole a breast between his teeth, tweaking a nip as he thrust hard, slamming her into the bedsheets with each fuck of his hips.

Ember screamed out in pleasure, digging her nails through his hair as she clung to him. Her hot spasms assaulted him on all sides as girlcum pooled around his cock. Thick thighs pressed around his sides as she locked ankles behind him, pushing William past his own threshold.

William’s own moan joined Ember’s as his release surged foth. Pulses of seed came one after another, all of them pouring straight into her. Stray tingles of pleasure spread forth, radiating across his groin and numbing his brain with a delightful buzz.

He kept on thrusting through it, chasing the high as until both of them were sweaty messes of lazy meat.

She melted after the climax sagging into William’s armpit. Stray hands kept on caressing him though, almost as if she were afraid he was going somewhere. Mind clear and content, William traced the shape of her pretty little nose and slick kiss swollen lips with a finger.

“I bet you look gorgeous right now,” he thought out loud. “I wish we had light.”

Ember giggled under her breath, kissing his chest. “Sorry, I don’t have such spells. And the oil should be preserved out here. Perhaps there will be other chances for this?” Her voice trailed off as her fingers traipsed over his. “I liked it.”

“You’re speaking as if we’re done for tonight.”

She made a small sound of elation, leaning close to fondle his sticky half-chub and nibble his neck. An eagerly twitching ear slapped William’s face and he gave it a soft bite in revenge.

“Noo. No biteys! It tickles.”

Yes, biteys. William rolled the softly furred flap between his teeth, flipping Ember on her back and pressing her against the cool stone of the floor. He trailed playful bites down her salty skin, groping and kissing his way to her pleasure-soaked petals.

In the darkness of the night, his senses focused on the taste, the shape and the slick texture of a pussy soaked in the lewd cocktail of a shared orgasm.

“W-what are you doing down there? You’re— Ooh. Mmhhf… Please continue…” Ember’s soft thighs clenched around William’s head and fingers brushed through his hair.

Unhurried, he familiarized himself with the frilly shape of her labia and her hood hidden nublet, tracking the crevices of her folds and teasing her opening until her cries reached near heart-wrenching desperation. “Will, please… Your cock…”

All too happy to oblige, he took her again, bending her body like pleasure-dough, kneading her massive too-large-to-grip breasts, and baking her hot snatch into another loud climax. Throughout it all he held the helm, Ember kept on trying her best. She groped him back with what little might her trembling fingers could muster, humped against him with all her strength, and stole every kiss she could, murmuring pleasantries into his ear and echoing his name.

It was the best sex he’d had in… How long? William couldn’t remember if he’d ever enjoyed a woman as much.

It felt almost strange to be desired so fervently.

Even after they finished and moved from sex to the lazy after lull she wouldn’t let go — wouldn’t stop softly making clear her desire of him in the gentle ways only a woman can.

Kisses.

Little touches.

Such honest, yet fragile sensations. William had nearly forgotten what having a girl truly want him felt like. He was so used to being the option-C, if she was drunk enough and option-B was busy. His chest trembled under a growing ball of emotion.

“Sorry. Did it hurt? Sorry.” Ember paused a kiss on his abs, crawling up against him while taking care not to poke him with her horn. “Should I not kiss that one?”

“No. That’s not it.” William laughed, wiping his eyes and finding his fingertips wetted. “You’re perfect.” He released a deep shivering breath.

Ember reached to touch his chin and cheek, releasing a different kind of surge of endorphin with her kind caress. “What’s on your mind? You can tell me, if you want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to be a whiny bitch.”

She grumbled, hugging him softly. “I’ll keep it a secret.”

A hearty laugh escaped him without William realizing. He covered his eyes and released a long exhale, thinking back a year to the last time a woman had told him that. Except, despite having known Ember for only three days he knew she meant it with all her heart. William pulled her closer, burying his face in her soft hair and Ember’s scent. “I grew used to being tolerated in my last relationship, not wanted, never truly desired.”

Ember snuggled up tighter, touching him greedily from core to legs to groin.

Another dumb ugly thought reared its head, that she wanted him for his body — this body. This ‘slightly improved, not quite William body.

There is nothing ‘me’ about the man she’s fallen for.

A sense of dysphoria washed over William, making him start to question if what was inside was him either, tempting him into a rabbit-hole of existential nausea.

“What’s wrong Will?” her voice was distraught.

William took deep breaths, thinking of something else, anything else. “Nothing, my brain is being a whiny little bitch.”

Ember huffed as she rested her head on an unwounded side of his chest. “My secret handsome bitch.”

He snorted, ruffling her hair. “Well. This is not what my body used to be before coming here. It changed. I designed it, I think, though I’m not entirely sure.