Chapter 637: Exploring Veylara’s Mouth Deeply

Her full breasts remained crushed against his chest, soft and heavy, the tight nipples dragging constantly with every small movement.

Beneath the cold water his rocking hot cock throbbed hard against the soft skin of her lower stomach and the slight, bushy heat of her pussy, and every time she shifted... whether from residual struggle or from the growing, unfamiliar pleasure of the kiss... the contact sent another sharp pulse of need through him.

Sol groaned into her mouth and tightened his grip on her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted her while he continued to thoroughly, relentlessly claim every corner of her mouth.

He sucked on her tongue. He licked the sensitive inside of her lips. He pushed his saliva into her and then kissed her so deeply she had no choice but to swallow it.

The intensity never dropped. If anything it climbed higher the longer she remained in his arms, the longer her initial startled resistance continued to dissolve under the sheer force of how thoroughly he was taking her mouth.

When he finally allowed her a fraction of space to breathe, it was only for a heartbeat.

Veylara’s lips were already flushed and slightly swollen.

Her breath came faster than before. The deep blue of her eyes had darkened, the usual cold clarity clouded by something rawer and far less controlled.

A thin, glistening strand of shared saliva still connected their mouths for a moment before it broke.

She looked like a woman who had just been properly, thoroughly kissed for the first time in her life... and was still trying to process the fact that she had not only allowed it, but had stopped truly fighting it.

Sol did not give her long to recover.

"Still want me to be careful?" he rasped against her lips, voice rough with hunger and the residual vibration of the kiss.

Veylara’s fingers flexed against his shoulder. For a moment she seemed to search for the sovereign composure she usually wore like armor.

What she found instead was the lingering heat of his tongue in her mouth, the ache of her own thoroughly claimed lips, and the hard, unmistakable press of his cock against her beneath the water.

A faint, unsteady breath left her.

"...Hmph," she didn’t admitted, but since she didn’t react negatively, that was all the permission Sol needed.

He pulled her back into the kiss with even greater intensity, tongue sliding deep into her mouth once more, and this time Veylara did not struggle at all. Her body melted against his. Her hands slid up to frame his face and then into his hair.

The soft, slightly bushy heat of her pussy pressed more deliberately along the length of his cock as she shifted in his arms, and the quiet, broken sound she made into his mouth had nothing left of protest in it.

The cold mountain spring continued to lap around their joined bodies.

Above them, the moon watched through the trailing willow branches.

After another unknown amount of time, Veylara’s breathing had grown uneven.

The sovereign composure she wore like a second skin had frayed.

Her eyes, when they briefly opened during a rare half-second break in the kiss, were darker than he had ever seen them... deep blue almost swallowed by black.

A faint flush had risen across the pale skin of her cheeks and the upper slopes of her breasts.

Slowly Sol’s hand slid from her hip up along the wet curve of her waist and brushed the soft underside of one full breast, she exhaled sharply into his mouth, the sound caught and swallowed by the ongoing kiss.

He generously took that as permission to go further.

His palm closed fully over the heavy, soft weight of her tit, kneading it with open hunger while his tongue continued to claim her mouth.

The tight nipple pressed into the center of his palm.

He rolled it beneath his thumb, pinched lightly, and was rewarded with another unrestrained sound from her throat... half moan, half startled breath... that he drank down greedily.

The dual sensation of her tongue against his and her breast filling his hand sent another hard pulse of need through his cock, still trapped between their bodies beneath the water, rubbing against the soft skin of her lower stomach with every small movement.

Veylara’s free hand finally left his chest entirely and slid up into his hair, gripping hard.

She was no longer trying to push him away.

The fierce, decisive intensity she had shown when she first kissed him was still there, but now it was being answered and overwhelmed by his own.

When he sucked on her tongue particularly hard, her hips jerked again, more deliberately this time, grinding the soft dark curls and full outer lips of her pussy along the rigid length of him.

The friction, even through the water, was enough to make Sol’s control slip another notch.

He growled into her mouth and answered by squeezing her breast more firmly, thumb flicking across the tight nipple while his other hand slid down to grip the strong, wet curve of her firm and soft ass and pull her harder against his cock.

The kiss had become something entirely different from the first contact.

It was no longer a test or a challenge or a careful crossing of a line. It was open, wet, consuming hunger... tongues sliding, saliva mixing, lips dragging and catching, breaths stolen and shared.

Sol explored every part of her mouth as if he intended to memorize it: the soft inner cheeks, the edge of her teeth, the sensitive spot at the roof that made her shiver when he stroked it.

He pushed his tongue deep and slow, then faster, then deep again, varying the rhythm until the only sounds leaving Veylara were the small, raw ones she couldn’t fully suppress.

When he finally broke the kiss, it was only far enough to let them both drag in air.

Their faces remained close, foreheads nearly touching, breaths mixing in the cool night air.

A thin strand of saliva still connected their lips for a heartbeat before it broke.

Veylara’s mouth was slightly swollen from the force of the kiss, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded and darker than the night sky above the willows.

The full, wet weight of her breasts still pressed against his chest, rising and falling with her uneven breathing.

Beneath the water, the soft heat of her pussy remained pressed along his aching cock, the slight bush of dark hair and the plump outer lips a constant, maddening reminder of how little distance still separated them from the rest of what they both clearly wanted.

Sol kept one hand locked on her ass, holding her against him, while the other stayed cupped around the soft heavy flesh of her breast, thumb still brushing slowly across the tight nipple.

The cool spring water continued to lap lazily against their heated bodies, but the air between them felt thicker than the midday marsh.

Sol’s thumb gave a final, firm roll across the hardened peak of Veylara’s breast. He dragged his lips down the damp curve of her jaw, his breath hot against her ear as he let out a low, gravelly growl.