Under the Oak Tree - A Sip of Momentary Grace

Act IX - His Favourite Meal

The soft drag of his lips against her skin was enough to set her body aflame. Max let out a soft whimper and bare her neck for more of his tender kisses. Her body immediately responded to his peppering. Her breath was caught in her throat and her heartbeat was quickening. She could hear the smile in his low, rumbling voice as he moved his mouth to her sensitive ear and whispered, "I want dessert." Firm hands slid down her hips and reached around to give her behind a gentle squeeze. He moved his hands down the back of her legs painstakingly slowly, bringing Max to cover her mouth as she trembled with anticipation at his sensual touch.

"Ri-Riftan," Max gently pushed him away, trying to hide how flustered she was, "I can call someone to bring in some cake."

Riftan grinned and lifted her up into his arms. He cooed and rubbed his nose on her face with a faint brush of his lips against her cheeks.

"My innocent lady, you are more than sweet enough for me."

She felt him kiss her eyelids and her arms instinctively clung around his thick neck as he carried her to the bed. Max sat in his lap on top of his firm thighs and rested her head between the concave of his neck and shoulders.

"Ri-Riftan... did you enjoy the meal?" He drew circles on her lower back and she closed her eyes to the pitter patter of his pulse. It was soothing to be so close to her husband like this.

"It was the second most delicious meal I ever had." Riftan looked down at the peaceful sight of his wife nestled against him like a baby chick.

Max's eyes opened at this strange remark and looked up at him innocently. "W-What was the first?" She genuinely did not know what he was referring to.

"Oh... You're driving me crazy." He brushed her hair off her shoulders and slipped his hand underneath the collar of her dress to feel her soft skin. He bit her exposed shoulder and licked her brown sugar freckles feverishly. With a sense of urgency, Riftan tugged at her waistband and unlaced her dress.

Max burned at every sensation and threw her head back as his hands roamed her naked body, swallowing a desperate moan.

He laid her down and positioned himself between her legs, burying his face into her naked chest. He groaned hungrily and took turns sucking each tip, sending Max into exhilarating heat. Left and right, left and right. Her eyes hung low as she drank in the sight of this man caressing her soft pillows with the sides of his face.

Riftan kneaded and massaged her mounds and made his way back up to nibble on her neglected clavicle. Every time she felt this heat, her mind went into a frenzy and her body betrayed her, asking for more of him.

He connected their lips again before tearing off his clothing to reveal the golden-brown skin of his sturdy, marbled body underneath. This statue... This God of a man was grinding and writhing on top of her wanting body. He constantly played with her lips and Max could not stop herself from running her fingers through his hair to draw him closer. His hot, damp tongue explored every cavern of her mouth with ferocious desire. He devoured her alive as though he only existed to relieve his insatiable hunger.

She gasped breathlessly, feeling the sharp sensations of him biting her neck, only to be soothed with kisses afterwards. His hands traced her collarbones, down the middle of her chest, her flat abdomen... then across her inner thighs, before finally settling between her legs.

He pressed his palm against her tender spot and kneaded in small circular motions, applying gentle pressure. A low, feral grown escaped his lips as he felt her building wetness that pleaded for more touch. Lewd sounds echoed off the stone walls, deafening Max's ears with the erotic nature of it all.

"Do you know how wet and warm you are here? I can hardly contain myself."

Max mewed at the obscenity of his words. Riftan never missed an opportunity to remind her of the delicious pleasure he could lure out from deep within her. He knew exactly what to say to make her feel like a sinner. But this was her duty as his wife, was it not?

He moved his fingers carefully, tormenting her as he traced her petals, outlining a place that belonged only to him. Max clung to his decadent body desperately, leaving crescent moon marks on the back of his shoulder blades. Her legs were spread wide apart, exposing her beckoning entrance. She ached for more, but she knew if she was patient, Riftan would fulfill her wishes, and waited for his next move.

He planted more kisses down her lean body while stimulating her. Max couldn't stop her hips from lifting upwards, wanting to feel more of his touch.

"P-please... Riftan..." She begged.

"That's it... Keep calling out for me." He said mischievously, nibbling and teasing his woman until her skin flushed pink.

"Riftan... that tickles." She let out a little giggle as he blew raspberries into her stomach.

"You are my one and only." Max's heart skipped a beat at the solemnness of his words and the usual gray of her eyes glazed into an ethereal silver.

He kissed her inner thighs while massaging the erogenous back of her knees. She had no idea that she could feel good there too. It was as though her body was an undiscovered map that was his to explore, his to mark, his to claim.

The feeling of Riftan's long fingers fitting into her space made her legs spasm and her back arch. He teased her honeyed walls with delicate strokes while warming her lips with his own. Max tossed her head back and the sounds that crept up her tight throat cleared out painful tension from the heat that boiled and bubbled within her body.

Slowly, he crawled out, then pushed in again, filling Max to the brim to earn himself her indecently breathy moans, like a pitiful kitten, as she handed herself over to him.

Riftan watched her squirm as he buried his fingers to the knuckles over and over again. He rolled her moist flesh, gently curling against her spot, sending her into a dizzy spiral.

There... I like it there...

He pulled his fingers out inch by inch and her eyelids fluttered at the emptying sensation. She moved quickly to stop his hand as if he was performing a criminal act for depriving her.

"N-no!"

He laughed in amusement as he easily broke free of her hold and displayed her wetness to her on his fingers. Her face flushed red at the perverted sight of lingering strings between his fingertips.

"Be patient, I'm only just beginning."