Chapter 127: Reunion (18+)

Emeric pushed the heavy oak door shut with his heel. The lock slid home, sealing them away from the world. Golden afternoon light poured through the tall windows, striping the bed in warm bands. He set Isolde down gently, then cupped her face with both hands and kissed her again—slow, deep, tasting every soft press of her lips until her breath hitched.

Isolde’s fingers slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the hard ridges of muscle earned from days of labor. She tugged the linen upward; he helped her pull it off. Her palms flattened against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath warm skin. He untied the laces of her gown with deliberate care, sliding the silk from her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She sat bare before him, nipples tightening in the cool evening air. Emeric’s gaze traveled over her reverently. He brushed his knuckles along the curve of her breast, then lower, over the dip of her waist.

They moved to the bed together. He laid her down and followed, settling between her thighs. His mouth found the hollow of her throat, then the swell of one breast. He licked the stiff peak, drawing it between his lips and sucking gently until she arched. A soft moan escaped her. Isolde reached between them, unfastening his trousers. He sprang free, already hard and hot against her palm. She stroked him once, twice, feeling him twitch. Emeric groaned into her skin.

He slid lower, kissing a path down her stomach. His tongue parted her folds, tasting the slick heat there. He licked slowly, circling her clit, then dipped inside. Isolde’s hips lifted; her fingers tangled in his hair. He kept the rhythm steady, savoring every gasp and shiver. When her thighs began to tremble, he rose again. She guided him to her entrance. He pushed in with one smooth thrust, filling her completely. They stayed still for a moment, foreheads touching, breathing the same air. Then he began to move—long, deep strokes that made her walls flutter around him.

Isolde’s legs were twitching like it was gaining some feeling but he filed it away, giving in to her urge to have him deeper. Their bodies rocked together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Sweat gathered at the small of his back. She dragged her nails lightly down his spine. Each thrust sent sparks through them both. Her first climax rolled through her like warm honey. She clenched around him, crying out his name. Emeric followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside her. He stayed there, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her mouth, until their breathing slowed.

They didn’t separate for long.

Emeric rolled onto his back and drew her on top.

"I want to straddle you." She said softly but regretfully. "But I can’t." She added.

"That’s okay." He said, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "I’ll do the work."

He sprang into action, holding her on top of him, in place as he buried himself into her. She braced her hands on his chest as he began to thrust— guiding her hips in gentle rolls of her hips that let her feel every inch. He watched her breasts sway, reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing her nipples. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply while he moved. Their tongues slid together in time with the slow grind of her body. Emeric’s hands settled on her ass, guiding her, squeezing the soft flesh. The wet sounds of their joining filled the quiet room.

"Faster." She ordered.

That was his cue as he guided her against him. The aided riding was faster now. Her inner walls fluttered around him. Emeric thrust upward to meet her, hitting the spot that made her moan louder. She came again, harder this time, thighs shaking as pleasure crashed through her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy pushed him over the edge once more. He spilled deep inside her with a low groan, holding her hips flush against his.

Afterward, she collapsed onto his chest. He stroked her back in long, soothing lines. Their hearts beat together, skin slick and warm. The afternoon light had shifted, casting softer shadows across the bed. Outside, the estate continued its quiet work, but inside these walls there was only breath, touch, and the lingering heat of two bodies that had finally found their way back to each other.

Emeric’s hands moved lower, cupping the curve of her ass, kneading the soft flesh. Isolde hummed against his neck, pressing closer. She lifted her hips just enough for his softening to slip free, then settled back down, grinding lazily against him. He felt himself stir again, blood rushing hot. She noticed, smiling against his skin, and reached between them to stroke him back to full hardness.

This time he took her in the tub, sinking down inch by inch until he was buried deep. She rocked her hips in small circles, savoring the stretch, the way he filled her completely. Emeric’s hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. He watched her face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—as she moved. The wet slide of her pussy around his cock made soft, obscene sounds that filled the quiet room.

Isolde leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head. Her breasts brushed his chest with each roll of her hips. He lifted his head to catch one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking the stiff peak. She gasped, hips stuttering. He released her breast and kissed up her throat, finding her mouth again. Their tongues met in a slow, deep kiss that matched the rhythm of her riding.

She sat up again, hands on his chest for leverage. Her movements grew more deliberate, hips lifting higher before sinking back down. Emeric thrust upward to meet her, matching her pace. Sweat beaded on her skin, glistening in the golden light. He watched her breasts bounce with each movement, reached up to cup them, thumbs circling her nipples.