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He reached for me, running his fingers lightly along my length. “I know.”

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to breathe. I removed my fingers, shoved him onto his back, and straddled his thighs as I dumped a healthy amount of oil into my palm. He gasped and shuddered as I slicked up his cock, thrusting into my hand. It only made me want it more. I lined him up at my entrance and sank down, watching his face as his eyes grew large, and he groaned from deep inside his chest.

“Simon…” he gritted out, gripping my hips tightly.

“Yes…” I hissed, my eyes rolling into my head as I took every single inch of him. He filled me up until I absolutely couldn’t take anymore, then kept going, until I was a trembling mess on top of him, and he was buried to the hilt. Shit. Could his dick be any more perfect?

Lifting off a little, I tested the waters, dropping back down. My mouth fell open, and I moaned in delight. He hit every sensitive spot all at once without even trying. Lifting higher, I sank onto him again, a little faster this time, and he shouted in response. I worked myself into a rhythm, up and down his length, until I couldn’t see straight, and Feigrind was groaning almost constantly beneath me.

Without warning, he snatched me against his chest and flipped us, putting me on my back. I didn’t hate the position, but I preferred to be on top so I could control?—

My eyes flew open, and I cried out in surprise as he snapped his hips and hit my pleasure spot dead on. He took the sound as encouragement and did it again and again, hitting that perfect spot inside me each and every time. I writhed and moaned, completely at his mercy. It was shameful, I was supposed to be the experienced one guiding this little experiment, but I couldn’t see straight, much less teach him. I didn’t need to anyway. Itwas like his dick was made for me, hitting my pleasure spot no matter what angle he fucked me at. Lightning coursed through my system with every thrust, and I completely missed all the signs of my incoming release. It took me by surprise when it slammed into me so hard, my back arched off the blankets and furs.

“Feigrind!” I screamed, shooting cum all the way up my chest from the sheer force of my release. My body clamped down on his as it overtook me, and he shouted in surprise and bucked his hips, dragging out my orgasm until he finally flooded me with his release and collapsed on the bedding next to me.

It was only after I had a few minutes to breathe that I realized what had happened. I’d come completely untouched. That was unheard of for me. I always needed a hand to get me over the edge. But not with Feigrind. His perfect dick took me over the edge without even a squeeze to encourage me.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, eyes wide as I stared at the ceiling of the tent. What the hell had just happened?

Fourteen

FEIGRIND

Being with Simon was different, but not as strange as I would have thought. It felt amazing being inside him, hearing the sounds he made. I was not naïve enough to believe those noises were real—he was probably making them for my benefit because of my inexperience—but I enjoyed them all the same. And I was curious to explore more with him. He was not cruel in his explanation, and he didn’t tease me for my inexperience. He was a kind teacher, which was surprising given his disposition since we met.

I fell asleep still considering how I wanted to approach the subject of more exploration. I didn't want him to think I was using him. I wanted to keep him if I could. But I wanted to make sure we were compatible before I brought that up. He seemed to have enjoyed what we did, but I didn’t want him faking to placate me. If I wanted to make him happy, I needed him to teach me how to please him.

It was still early when I woke to Simon’s mouth on me. He sucked on my cock with more force than I was used to, forcing me awake with a groan.

“Simon…” I breathed.

He pulled off my cock with a pop, looking up at me. His hair was disheveled from sleep, and his lips were swollen from sucking me. He truly was beautiful.

“Good, you’re awake.”

He gave me no time to question him before he climbed on top of me and sank onto my cock. I threw my head back, gritting my teeth against a groan that would wake my brothers if I wasn’t careful. It felt so good, it was hard to control myself. He was hot and tight, slick with oil already, and he wasted no time before he started moving. I had no hope of keeping up with him. I wasn’t fully awake, and being bombarded with pleasure upon waking was too much for my mind to handle.

Simon’s moans forced my eyes open, and I watched as he writhed on me, his cheeks pink with arousal. His cock stood out in front of him, bobbing with his movements and leaking onto my belly. He might be able to fake some things thanks to his job, but he couldn’t hide his body’s responses.

I could only watch for so long before my control slipped, and I rolled to put him underneath me. I wanted more, and he seemed to enjoy it when I did. He sounded surprised at first, probably because he wasn’t expecting it, but then his moans grew into cries of pleasure as I fucked into him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he babbled in the common tongue. I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but I couldn’t think much of it. His body tightened around me, and I lost my fight to stay quiet, groaning loudly as I spent inside him. He spilled across his stomach and chest, his body writhing in pleasure, and I did my best to keep moving for him until we were both too exhausted, and I had to roll off him for fear of crushinghim. I took him with me, though, pulling him against my chest as I caught my breath.

When I finally felt like I could speak, I looked down at Simon to question him, only to find him fast asleep. It was a lot earlier than he normally woke, the sun just barely lighting up the tent, so I wasn’t too surprised. He was curled up against me, his face relaxed, without his usual irritation or annoyance. I cupped his cheek impulsively, stroking my thumb over his smooth skin, and he sighed, leaning into the touch. It was a sweet reaction, one that tugged at my heart, and I had to force myself to move away to find a cloth to clean us up.

It was too early for Simon, but I rose early most days, so I was not interested in going back to sleep. I tucked him in with the furs so that he stayed warm and comfortable, and got up for the day, putting on fresh clothes and ducking out to fetch our breakfast, as well as Maman’s. She didn’t need to overexert herself fetching it.

I found Patrick and Yamileth hard at work on breakfast, talking quietly amongst themselves. They both looked up as I ducked into the tent they used for cooking, and Yamileth raised an eyebrow at me.

“Do you need something?”

Huffing a laugh, I shook my head. “You know why I am here.”

“I do,” she said snarkily. “I also know she said she would come herself. You hover too much.”

Yamileth and Maman were friends, so her reaction didn’t surprise me. If they could get support for Maman’s refusal to let me help her, they’d gather the entire clan. However, most knew my actions to be for the best and didn’t let those two suck them into their scheming.

Patrick frowned, looking between us. “Who are you talking about?”