Fire and Liberty

Chapter Ten

((CW: Smut warning. Things get steamy in the early morning. Real fast. If you don't like smut, you can skip this chapter. You won't miss any important plot details.))

Ratonhnhaké:ton's warmth encased your backside. His breath tickled the nape of your neck and for a moment you thought he was still asleep. Then gently, surreptitiously, you felt the brush of lips glide across your skin. His hand curved over your ribs, thumb brushing across the soft base of your breast, before roving down to your hips, pulling you more firmly against him.

Your breathing quickened. "Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

He didn't reply. His mouth reached your ear. The heat of his breath tickled and his silence somehow sounded all the more intimate.

You squirmed wantonly into him. You tried turning around but his grip on you tightened and his mouth began moving down your neck again. You reached your hand back to tangle in the thick tresses of his hair. You found the leather cord that tied back his hair and pulled it free.

He must have enjoyed the intimate touch because he groaned in the back of his throat. Ratonhnhaké:ton's hold on your hip moved to your thigh, pulling your leg until it was draped over his, your throbbing cunt feeling exposed despite still wearing your pants. The firmness of his cock pressed into you between the layers of clothes, grinding in long firm motions.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton," you begged, your voice sounding strained even to your own ears.

He began tugging fiercely at the laces of your breeches, just as eager to get undressed. His hands, calloused from years of training, were rough against your skin as he shoved the cloth down your legs.

You began shimmying out of your pants when Ratonhnhaké:ton turned his attention to his own attire. He tossed his jacket to the floor and in his hurry, ripped the buttons from his waistcoat. Before you could turn around and face him, Ratonhnhaké:ton's weight rolled forward, pushing you face first into the mattress. He got up on his knees and pulled your hips back to meet with his.

You gasped, feeling the hot erection against your opening. "Wait." You sat up, reaching back to push him slightly. "Wait, Ratonhnhaké:ton." Your chest was heaving as you chuckled in slight disbelief.

He was wide-eyed and bewildered at first. Then a touch of embarrassment flittered across his expression. "I did something wrong."

"No!" You turned to face him, seeing that he had been in such a hurry he didn't even remove his shirt and pants. You slid hands down the taut muscles of his chest. You took his swollen cock into your hand and slid your grip back and forth in tender strokes. "We have time. There's no need to rush."

His gaze grew lidded and his lips parted. He groaned, muttering your name as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He rolled his head forward and slid his eyes shut, trembling every time your thumb would sweep across the tip of his erection.

"Is it good?"

He jolted his attention to you. The words were rough, hungry, "Yes. It is." His hands grabbed your hips, wanting to do something, but unsure of where to start.

You pressed your other hand into his stomach. "Lay back. You can do me later."

His brows rose at the prospect. He laid down on the mattress, his shoulders nearly taking up most of the bed. He pushed his pants down across his thighs all the while his eyes were slipping shut from ecstasy.

You kept your rhythm, gently tugging groans from his throat, before dipping your tongue to taste the bead of precum at his tip.

He shuddered. His hands grabbed a fistful of blankets before taking firm hold of your thighs. "I want more. I want you." There was something in his tone, the pure unbridled lust in his words, that seemed to trap the breath in your lungs.