hips and thrust in quickly, sheathing himself entirely in one swift movement. They moaned in tandem, and Crystal let her head fall back against the mattress and curled her fingers in the blankets.
For only a moment was Gerralt still, and then he jerked into motion again, drawing out and then thrusting back in quickly. Each thrust was enough to jolt Crystal up the bed slightly.
After only the first few thrusts, she reached up to paw at Gerralt’s shoulders until she could pull him down into a kiss. He kissed her eagerly and used it as an opportunity to pin her hands over her head. He held them in place with one hand, the other hand holding his weight up beside Crystal’s head.
The new angle forced him to slow somewhat, but to make up for it, each thrust became that much stronger, so that it almost seemed as if each thrust would rattle her bones.
Even after coming once, Crystal could feel herself quickly careening towards the peak once more, like she was racing up a mountain and readying herself to be struck by lightning. It felt as if she was going to fly to pieces, and there would be nothing she could do about it. As luck would have it, she didn’t want to do anything about it. She was rather happy with the way things were at that point.
Crystal turned her head to press a kiss to the wrist beside her face, and her hands shifted in Gerralt’s hold, her fingers wiggling. Her hips jerked fitfully, pushing to meet each thrust, and it wasn’t long before she was keening out barely intelligible words, openly begging for more and faster and please.
Each thrust was like being rocked by a storm, until finally, her back arched and she moaned loudly as she came for a second time. For just a moment, every muscle in her body was taut and rigid, and then she went limp once more, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
Gerralt continued to thrust, but it wasn’t long before his rhythm began to waver, and soon enough he closed his eyes and groaned as he came. He managed only a handful of thrusts after that before he had to stop.
Slowly, he withdrew his softening cock and released Crystal’s hands. He sat back, and a moment later, her legs fell from where they were wrapped around him.
They were quiet for a few seconds, during which Crystal lazily tracked a bead of sweat as it trailed down Gerralt’s chest. Eventually, though, he cleared his throat and wondered, “So, are you suitably convinced that I’m glad you’re going to live a long, healthy life?”
Crystal paused for a beat, staring at him, as if she had forgotten what had gotten the entire intimate ordeal started, and then she laughed.
She lifted one hand to trace it along his cheekbone before she let it drop back down to the mattress. “Color me convinced,” she answered.
“Oh, good,” he replied. “I don’t think I’ve got the energy to try to keep convincing you right now.”
Crystal snorted. “I’m pretty sure that I would pass out if you tried.”
He arched one eyebrow and pointed out, “Given what you’ve been through today, that probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. The passing out bit, I mean.”
She hummed in acknowledgment, and as if mentioning it was the key, she could feel her eyelids beginning to grow heavy once again. “You’re probably not wrong,” she conceded. “And taking a bit of a nap does sound nice.”
She was asleep almost before she could finish speaking the words. When she woke once more, several hours later, Gerralt was still on the bed beside, his eyes closed as he slept, and Crystal couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Nine
She needed to know him better. Oh, sure, Crystal didn’t need to know every single detail about him—that would be creepy and she couldn’t really expect to have her own privacy respected if she ignored his—but she had to know more than she did. So some sort of date was in order. Or at least…something.
She supposed the king was probably a bit too busy to take her on an actual date, but she
For only a moment was Gerralt still, and then he jerked into motion again, drawing out and then thrusting back in quickly. Each thrust was enough to jolt Crystal up the bed slightly.
After only the first few thrusts, she reached up to paw at Gerralt’s shoulders until she could pull him down into a kiss. He kissed her eagerly and used it as an opportunity to pin her hands over her head. He held them in place with one hand, the other hand holding his weight up beside Crystal’s head.
The new angle forced him to slow somewhat, but to make up for it, each thrust became that much stronger, so that it almost seemed as if each thrust would rattle her bones.
Even after coming once, Crystal could feel herself quickly careening towards the peak once more, like she was racing up a mountain and readying herself to be struck by lightning. It felt as if she was going to fly to pieces, and there would be nothing she could do about it. As luck would have it, she didn’t want to do anything about it. She was rather happy with the way things were at that point.
Crystal turned her head to press a kiss to the wrist beside her face, and her hands shifted in Gerralt’s hold, her fingers wiggling. Her hips jerked fitfully, pushing to meet each thrust, and it wasn’t long before she was keening out barely intelligible words, openly begging for more and faster and please.
Each thrust was like being rocked by a storm, until finally, her back arched and she moaned loudly as she came for a second time. For just a moment, every muscle in her body was taut and rigid, and then she went limp once more, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
Gerralt continued to thrust, but it wasn’t long before his rhythm began to waver, and soon enough he closed his eyes and groaned as he came. He managed only a handful of thrusts after that before he had to stop.
Slowly, he withdrew his softening cock and released Crystal’s hands. He sat back, and a moment later, her legs fell from where they were wrapped around him.
They were quiet for a few seconds, during which Crystal lazily tracked a bead of sweat as it trailed down Gerralt’s chest. Eventually, though, he cleared his throat and wondered, “So, are you suitably convinced that I’m glad you’re going to live a long, healthy life?”
Crystal paused for a beat, staring at him, as if she had forgotten what had gotten the entire intimate ordeal started, and then she laughed.
She lifted one hand to trace it along his cheekbone before she let it drop back down to the mattress. “Color me convinced,” she answered.
“Oh, good,” he replied. “I don’t think I’ve got the energy to try to keep convincing you right now.”
Crystal snorted. “I’m pretty sure that I would pass out if you tried.”
He arched one eyebrow and pointed out, “Given what you’ve been through today, that probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. The passing out bit, I mean.”
She hummed in acknowledgment, and as if mentioning it was the key, she could feel her eyelids beginning to grow heavy once again. “You’re probably not wrong,” she conceded. “And taking a bit of a nap does sound nice.”
She was asleep almost before she could finish speaking the words. When she woke once more, several hours later, Gerralt was still on the bed beside, his eyes closed as he slept, and Crystal couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Nine
She needed to know him better. Oh, sure, Crystal didn’t need to know every single detail about him—that would be creepy and she couldn’t really expect to have her own privacy respected if she ignored his—but she had to know more than she did. So some sort of date was in order. Or at least…something.
She supposed the king was probably a bit too busy to take her on an actual date, but she
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