The Contessa's Secret

She was so dizzy...! But it was a good kind of dizzy. The sort you got from playing so much you were out of breath and plopping over tingling with glee. That's how she was feeling. Tingling from head to toe, languishing in the aftermath of something so terrific she couldn't put it to words. Curling up with Skylar, her legs tangled with his and the sheets of the bed a wrinkled mess beneath them, Celine couldn't have imagined being anywhere else.

"I love you." she murmured with a smile. Hands brushing in to his hair with affectionate pets. He thrilled her and comforted her and everything in between. Celine was sure she had gotten very lucky! She was also quite worn out, but had no wish to let him go from their very comfortable position. "Will you stay and sleep with me?"
 
"Mmmm...course..." he mumbled in reply, about to pass out himself. Finally pulling out, he flopped down next to her, pulling the blanket up over them again and wrapping his arms around her waist. He snuggled up with her comfortably, still enjoying the warm, comfortable afterglow. He continued to kiss languidly at her neck, nuzzling her until he dozed off, still hugging her to him.

Despite being thoroughly exhausted, he still found himself floating in a very pleasant dream, with Celine by his side. They were rowing, or he was driving a sleigh, or something. He didn't care, though. He was more focused on her sitting in his lap, rubbing against his cock. At one point, he looked down to find her on her knees in front of him, with his member deep inside her mouth.

By the time he finally awoke once more, he was poking her in the back, too out of it to do much other than rub himself against her.
 
Celine slept deep and possibly better than she had in days. If she dreamed, she couldn't remember them. There was just the wonderful, well rested sleep. When she awoke, Celine was comfortably nestled in Skylar's arms. Leaving the corners of her mouth curling up in to a cheshire smile. Her body was a little sore, especially her thighs and the area between her leg. But that didn't concern her in the least. Memories of her and Skylar's lovemaking gave her butterflies.

Of course, right the moment something was poking her! Celine shifted until she turned around in his arms. Lying on her side to face him. He didn't seem to be quite awake yet... Which left Celine free to curiously examine him without interruption. Her fingers brushed over his chin and neck. Back of her knuckles grazing his chest and nipple. Here and there was a faint scar. No doubt little training exercises while he was away. More curiously, she stole a look under the blanket. His shaft having grown hard again. With Skylar asleep, Celine didn't have any embarrassment or reservation about reaching down between the sheets and gently exploring.
 
Skylar had dozed back off after rubbing himself into her back a bit, so when she started touching his chest, he just sighed and rolled onto his back, snoring lightly. When she went lower, he snorted and moaned, but continued sleeping, smiling lightly as he began dreaming again. His cock stood stiffly just above his belly, bobbing lightly as she touched it, more pre-cum starting to leak out and slowly drip onto his stomach. He mumbled something and smiled a bit more, the one arm that was still around her hugging her closer to him.

In his dream she was sucking on him again, slowly and leisurely. He was sitting back and relaxing in a chair, running his hand absently through her hair as she did so. He watched as she licked the head, her tongue running over the hole where the pre-cum was leaking, wicking it away so more could dribble out. She looked so sexy, and still so innocent, driving him wild.
 
Celine paused, almost afraid she woke him when he shifted to lie on his back. But he was sleeping soundly again, the faint smile painted across his lips. He was so handsome like this! Completely naked, dreaming sweetly and holding her without even realizing he was. Her hand caressed his shaft again. From base to tip with feather-soft brushing of her fingertips. Celine giggled under her breath at his response. How he shifted and groaned.

What were things she had been instructed in? Things to do to please a husband? She bit her lip again, letting her fingers slip to gently grasp his sack and give it a massaging squeeze. Skylar's sleeping sigh was enough encouragement that she wasn't heading in the wrong direction. Fueled by the desire to surprise and please him, without that fear of being watched, Celine inched her way down until she were practically nose to cock. It was hard not to giggle again, filled with devious delight.

Leaning forward, her tongue flicked out. Catching that pearl bead of precum on her tongue as she licked the tip. Tasting salty and unusual, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. And his response was even better! She took him partially in to her mouth, circling her tongue around the head.
 
Skylar grunted and jerked in her mouth, sending a squirt of pre splashing against her tongue. He moaned, further relaxing into his dream, leaving her to have her way with him. His hand unconsciously went down to rub himself, but it ended up in her hair instead, his fingers entangling themselves in her hair. He sighed deeply, rubbing her scalp absently.

His dream was starting to mirror what she was doing to him in reality. Only in his dream she was fully dressed in a rich, full-skirted gown, low cut and pushing up her cleavage enticingly. He was already thinking about cumming all over her breasts. She was kneeling down directly between his legs, her hands on his thighs as she sucked and licked him. Oh gods, she looked so sexy; her pert little mouth and her cute tongue working around the swollen head. He looked down and their eyes met, her large green eyes gazing up at him.

He jerked in her mouth again, his erection seeming to get even harder and larger.
 
A squeak of surprise escaped her. Something hitting her tongue making her pull back, a string of precum connecting her still to his shaft. He was so hard! With his fingers tangled in to her hair and his impassioned moaning, Celine was sure she had done just the right thing. Licking her lips, she leaned forward again. Taking his cock in to her mouth as deep as she could. Pulling away to just the tip, and then back down again. It was growing wet and slick with saliva and precum, making her mouth glide easily up and down the shaft as she sucked. The pure naughtiness of it was so exciting...!
 
Skylar was moaning constantly now, rocking his hips lazily against her mouth, his fingers gripping her hair tighter in response to the amazing feeling of her lips wrapped around his manhood, the length being enveloped in her hot, wet mouth.

In his dream she was straddling him now, riding him. She was still tight and wet, just like he remembered. Seeing her still fully clothed, feeling their sexual act under all those layers of fabric, knowing there was nothing between those clothes and her beautiful body... In his dream he started pumping faster, pulling the top of her bodice down to free her breasts. He watched them bounce in front of him, taunting him, before he attacked them with great enthusiasm. He suckled and massaged and teased them, leaving them wet and shining lewdly when he pulled away.

His balls started to contract and churn with the beginnings of his orgasm, which finally brought him around. Skylar opened his eyes and looked down, blinking several times to make sure this was really happening. Oh gods, she was really...

"Oh gods..." he moaned, suddenly tensing. The dreams, the arousal, and then waking up to this! The thought of what she was actually doing was too much for him to take. He came hard in her mouth, his hand still on her head, keeping her there as he humped in ragged thrusts against her tongue. When he finally relaxed, he was still hard, his chest heaving; the eroticism of the situation still had him excited.
 
"Hmph..!" He emptied in to her mouth and Celine couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. She licked, sucked, and swallowed until his body went limp and his shaft licked clean. Yet, it was still just as rigid. Pulsing and red from her attentions. She flicked her tongue over it one last time before finally pulling away.

Celine sat up, her fingers against her mouth as she giggled softly. She had been caught, red handed, so to speak. But it delighted her to know that she gave him so much pleasure. "I didn't mean to wake you..." she apologized between her fingertips. "Was it all right...?" she questioned, hoping she hadn't broken some trust of privacy.
 
Skylar grinned and pulled her down to him, hugging her and kissing her forcefully as he rolled her over. He looked down on her, that look of lustful desire in his eyes again as he carefully kept his cock from touching her.

"You can wake me like that any day..." he murmured, practically purring to her while he grinned mischievously. "But now it's my turn, alright? And no touching..."

Without waiting for an answer, he gave her a short but deep kiss before his head ducked down to her chest. Oh, those beautiful breasts from his dreams! He began to lick and suck on them again, bringing her nipples to stiff attention. He rolled them between his fingers and grazed his teeth over them so lightly, watching her the whole time to see how she would react. He wanted her to get good and excited before he moved on.
 
No touching? That was easier said than done! This new side to Skylar was so surprising and so unexpectedly alluring that Celine could hardly put it to words in her own head. All of those years of daydreaming sweet kisses and soft snuggles were nothing compared to what he was doing now. His tongue running over her beasts in hot lapping trails. Every time his hands and mouth ran across her nipples, they near ached with the sensation. Stiff and sore from all the attention, but so deliciously good that Celine could only squirm beneath him. Trying very hard not to dive her fingers in to his hair and clutch him to her chest.

"Skylar.." she breathed in a soft moan, giving in to that need to brush her hand over his head. Her legs squeezing and rubbing together as every little flick of his tongue or enveloping of her breasts in his mouth sent waves of heady desire all the way down to her toes.
 
He grinned as he gently removed her hands from his hair, lacing his fingers through hers as he finally ceased his assault on her breasts and kissed his way down her belly to her thighs. He let go of her hands and parted her legs, holding them open as he kissed all around her inner thighs, only allowing a hot breath of air to touch her most sensitive area. Pausing, he hovered tantalizingly close for a moment, watching her face as he teased her.

Suddenly, in one swift motion, he flattened his tongue and licked her firmly from the bottom up, pushing her folds aside as he did. Reaching the top, he found the little nub he'd noticed before, and closed his mouth around it, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it. After that, he resumed his main assault, thrusting his tongue inside as deep as he could, lapping up everything he found. She looked so delicious, he wanted to taste all of her, and his mouth was soon glistening with her juices as he ravaged her.

Guiding her hands to hold her legs open, his hands returned to her breasts again, pinching and rolling her nipples again as he continued his work.
 
"Oh... Tora's beard..!" Celine exclaimed suddenly with a loud exhale of breath. The last place she expected a man's tongue to go, and it left her writhing. Slick wet, and cool compared to the heat swelling at her center, it felt so much different compared to the solidity of his cock. Malleable and slippery, she could feel his tongue flicking wildly at every crevice. She was swimming in desire, her own hands curling to dig her fingers in to her thighs and hold them still or else she'd very likely clamp her legs tight against his head and trapping him there for eternity.

"Gods above, Skylar please!" Not even aware of what she was begging for, her hips rose to meet his tongue. Her hands falling to the sheets beneath her and clutching folds of fabric in to her fists. Celine was throbbing with heat. Skin burning every where he touched. Her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath she drew in. Just knowing what he was doing to her... she couldn't think! Only feel. And it was driving her absolutely mad.
 
"Please what?" he asked teasingly, relenting just enough so he could talk, but continued to drag his tongue up through her folds between each sentence. "Please stop? Keep going? Climb on top of you and fill you up again?" Skylar was getting more excited, just listening to her scream and beg. He loved that he could make her feel that way. He also felt so mischievous and fun, everything he'd never even think of doing normally. But she brought it out of him, and it felt so freeing.

He returned to his now sloppy work with increased fervor, keeping his eyes looking up at her from between her spread legs as he waited for her answer. Secretly, he hoped for the last option. His brain was being ruled by his own lusts now, and he wanted nothing more than to take her again and hump like rabbits for the foreseeable future. The rest of his body definitely agreed with the idea, his manhood bobbing excitedly at the thought, leaking more precum onto the bed.
 
With his pause, she quickly realize she definitely didn't mean stop. Celine wanted more, her every quaking breath making the ache between her legs all the more noticeable. The sound that escaped from her sounded like an adorable kitten's growl rather than the frustration of an excited young woman.

In moments Celine was sitting up, pushing Skylar away by the shoulder only to practically tackle him as she threw her body against his. Her mouth collided against his lips in an over eager kiss. Caring little about the taste of her juices in the wake of her greedy impassioned kiss. They both very nearly toppled on to the floor as she clambered to get her arms around him and crawl on to his lap.

"Skylar, I want you to make love to me." she muttered against his mouth between fevered kisses.
 
He laughed in surprise as he pushed back with his own kisses just to keep from falling off the bed. He hadn't been quite expecting her to practically jump on his cock! Well, if she was so willing...

"Okay, okay," he said, still grinning and carefully pulling her off his lap and starting to turn her. "Turn around," he instructed as he quickly positioned her on her hands and knees and climbed on top of her. She was so wet, there was a lot less resistance as he entered her with a single stroke, humping his hips against hers with a frantic need.

With only one hand on the bed to steady himself, Skylar used his other hand to grope at her breasts, trying to excite her more, all the while mouthing and breathing and panting all over her neck and shoulder.

Grunting and moaning he'd mounted her, taking her as his own, and at the same time thinking of nobody else than this beauty, this woman, this angel who loved him, and he loved her. And he wanted nothing more than to share all the wonderful sensations he was experiencing with her, for them to become more than joined together as they were, but for them to become totally one.