take me back in time

picnic for two

"Ya okay?"
I shook myself back into reality, looking up to catch Arthur's blue-green eyes watching me with concern.
I cleared my throat awkwardly.
"Y-yeah, u-hm, sure."
"Ya not here, ain't ya?", he asked in his deep voice, rearranging his limbs so he sat with one leg bend.
It wasn't fair, I knew it, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to John and this stupid kiss again and again.
It was killing me.
After we came back to camp, I instantly needed to get ready for my date with Arthur, absently washing in the lake and pulling on new clothes to look halfway presentable, hair in a messy braid.
As promised, he waited at my tent to pick me up, leaving camp behind soon afterwards.
We rode for a short time, I'm not quite sure where exactly we were, my mind wasn't able to follow the route we took, but we ended up in a small forest, on a clearing with a little steam dabbling away next to us.
It was stunning, beautiful and best of all, secluded.
Arthur had stretched out a red blanket on the grass and conjured all kinds of food out of his satchel, placing me in the middle of it and sitting down in front of me.
It was cute, so freaking cute and my guilty conscience was eating me up.
I coughed again in discomfort, avoiding his gaze.
"No, sure. I'm here."
His smile faltered a bit and he took a long sip from his beer, balancing the bottle on his knee afterwards.
"What 's it?", he asked after a few moments of silence.
"This mornin' everythin' seemed fine, now ya sit here like I'd done somethin' wrong."
I sighed deeply.
"I'm sorry.", I said lamely and he huffed.
"For what? Ya changed ya mind 'bout us?", the second sentence came out like a whisper and I shook my head instantly.
"No, that's not it. I- uh.", I paused for a second. "Dammit. I-I did something..- bad."
The words were killing me, but I couldn't lie to him, not like this.
I knew how it felt to be betrayed like that, your fiancée sleeping with your best friend a few weeks before your planned wedding did something like that to you, but I never thought I'd be able to do something like that to someone I really care about. And I really cared about Arthur. More than I'd like to admit to myself.
"A-Arthur, I- uh.."
"Christ, Sophie. Jus' spit'it out. Can't be that bad.", he rasped, the bottle on his knee swaying dangerously from side to side.
I fumbled with the hem of my shirt, inhaling a deep breath.
"I kissed John."
There, that was it. We were done for sure.
The bottle stopped and his body went rigid, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.
"Ya did what-?"
"Well, actually h-he kissed me, but that's not the point. I didn't do anything to stop him.", I babbled, trying to compose myself, to defend my stupid action from earlier.
"I- I didn't know how; he- w-we, we were chased by the law in Rhodes and tried to outrun them, b-but we failed and ended up in an alley, where he simply kissed me to trick them into believing we were just simple townsfolk. I-I am so sorry, Arthur. I- damn. Fuck it. I'm such a fool. I deserve that-"
"John kissed ya to trick some lawmen?"
"W-well, yea-"
He cut me off with a low chuckle, which turned into a full belly-laugh, his body shaking under fits of laughter.
I stared at him open-mouthed, that was clearly not the reaction I had anticipated.
"What's so funny?"
His right hand came up to drag over his face and he shook his head.
"My, my, Marston. Ain't ya a greasy little son'of'a'bitch.", he stated, still chuckling.
"I- I don't-", I began but he simply waved me off.
"Don't lose ya head 'bout it, Sophie. He's playin' with ya, he's- well, clever. Never thought I'd say this.", he said, shaking his head while trying to contain his laughter.
"But-"
He put the bottle aside and leaned forward to grab my hand, pulling at it so I shuffled closer to him, ending up sitting right in front of him.
With two fingers under my chin he lifted my face up to face him, eyes searching mine.
"'M glad ya told me 'bout it, Sophie.", he said and I frowned.
"You're not mad?"
He shook his head.
"Nah. Not at ya, at least. And as long as 'm the only one doin' this all the time without the need to pull a con.", he murmured with a smirk, leaning all the way forward to press a soft kiss to my lips.
The big fat stone blocking my heart finally fell off and I sighed in relief.
Damn, I had expected a big fight, or at least some yelling, or that Arthur would ditch me instantly but for sure not this reaction.
The kiss only lasted a few moments, then he pulled back, surveying my face.
"That's the reason why ya didn't eat anythin'?", he asked, pointing at the food around us.
I chuckled weakly.
"Yep."
Arthur reached around me for some grapes, holding them in his huge hand out for me.
"'kay, better start eatin' now. Shit wasn't easy te'get.", he rasped, feeding me with the sweet fruit.
It tasted wonderful, a fruit so rare in these days, that I ate up every single one of them, sharing with Arthur of course.
He also had crackers with cheese, salted meat, cans of various fruits and some apple pie which tasted like heaven.
"Jesus, I'm full.", I said after nearly everything was gone, leaning back on my elbows to watch the big outlaw munching on some pie.
He smirked, mouth full of cake until he suddenly grabbed my feet to place them in his lap, his free hand caressing my shin in tiny circles.
With a loud sigh, I let my body fall back, watching the sky through the treetops fading from blue to a stunning mix of orange, red and purple.
That day was a freaking rollercoaster of emotions and I was tired, on the inside and outside.
I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of nature around me. Birds, the wind, the ruffling of deer in the bushes, well, hopefully deer, the water splashing down the creek.
"This place is beautiful.", I said without opening my eyes and Arthur simply hummed in agreement, his hands still caressing my legs.
"And thank you for not- you know, snapping or something like that."
His hands stopped and he snorted offended.
"What ya thought would happen?", he asked me lowly and I shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe that you'd head back to camp like a rowdy and beat the shit out of John.", I said only half-jokingly and Arthur snickered in response.
"Ah, ain't quite decided yet. That could still happen, ya know?"
I plopped myself up on my elbows with a start.
"Arthur!"
A huge grin pulled on his lips.
"Jus' kiddin'."
"Mh-m. Sure."
He took one last sip of his beer, then his eyes lingered on me.
"Ya like it here then?"
I nodded. "Yeah, love it. Thank you for taking me."
He tilted his head a bit to the side, reaching for his unique hat and placing it down next to the empty beer bottle, eyes glistening with mischief.
"What are you doing?"
In one swift motion, he grabbed my knees, opened them for himself and pulled me back, until he could slip between them, laying down and pinning me underneath him.
I gasped at the action, hands resting on his shoulders and looking up at him with wide eyes.
These stunning blue-green pools stared down at me, heat and something else flickering inside them.
He was heavy, but it felt good, his body an enjoyable weight on my own. At least we had some space here, not like yesterday in his cot, where just one person was already too much for this poor bed.
I couldn't help the dumb smile forming on my lips, one hand travelling to his cheek to cup it gently. My thumb trailing over the scar sitting on his chin, always visible through his beard. He instantly leaned into it, his stubble scratching just in the right way.
"Where did you get this from?", I asked him, always curious for new story's and he smirked.
"Ah, Christ. This one 's embarrassin', tell ya that much."
The underside of my thumb slid over the long healed scar tissue and Arthur let out a long sigh, eyes locking with mine.
"Got'it as a reminder from the first horse I ever broke."
I raised my eyebrows in question.
"How?"
"Was a mean son'of'a'bitch, that stallion. Bucked me right into a fence, broke my left arm and some ribs as well."
I gasped. "Jesus!"
"Yeah, Hosea and Dutch enjoyed themselves on my behalf in that moment, until I stood up again and was covered in blood. Cut on the chin bleeds like hell, trust me."
I leaned up to press a soft kiss right on the scar in question and he smiled down on me.
"How old were you back then?"
He chuckled dryly. "Thirteen or fourteen, somethin' like that."
My eyes went wide. "What?!"
His hands skimmed over my sides and a shudder ran down my spine, his small smile telling that he noticed it.
"Long time ago now.", he mumbled near my lips, gaze flickering between my mouth and eyes, back and forth.
"I really want us to work out, Arthur. What happened today, will never ever happen again.", I murmured honestly and he only smiled in return, leaning down to kiss me.
It started so soft, sweet and so chaste, that my heart nearly swelled over with sweetness and feelings for this man.
He gave me all the time in the world, handing me the reins over, only involving his lips, nothing more.
Regardless the fact, that I wanted more.
I caught his bottom-lip with my teeth, biting down softly and relishing in the soft groan that escaped his lips.
Arthur braced himself up with his elbows on either side of my head, one hand stroking softly through my hair and I let my hands wander to his sides, the warmth of his body heating up my palms and insides as well.
Deepening the kiss, I coaxed his lips open, sliding my tongue inside to find his. He let me, playing along and greeting it with pleasure.
He tasted a bit like beer and apple-pie and Arthur of course, a combination that made my breath hitch and my belly flutter.
The muscles on his back tensed under my touch, his body shifting a tiny bit and pressing down on mine delicately.
I let my hands wander all the way down to his jeans, freeing him from his gun belt on the way and sliding under the fabric of his baby blue shirt afterwards, finding the warm and soft skin of his back.
The kiss grew a little messy, my ability to hold back went out the window the moment one of his hands came down to untuck my grey blouse and slid under it, the skin-on-skin contact of his hand enough to make me dizzy.
My fingers had a hard time fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, but I was rewarded with the sight of a shirtless Arthur once I was finished, helping him out of it and letting the blue fabric fall on the ground carelessly.
He came up to gasp for air, his eyes hooded and lustful, cheeks red and lips a tiny bit swollen and wet.
He was fucking hot.
"Anybody ever told you, that you're very handsome, cowboy?", I purred underneath him, hands sliding over his chest and belly, muscles tensing under my palms.
He grabbed my wandering hands in one of his, holding them over my head, smirking while he leaned down, stopping right in front of my face.
"Ain't handsome.", he murmured and I bit my lip, his intense gaze wandered down to watch.
"Then you're hot.", I gave back and he shook his head again, pecking my lips once.
"Ain't hot."
I tried to free my hands out of his grasp, but his smirk grew even bigger.
"Steamy?", I tried again and he chuckled.
"Nah."
Before I could comprehend what happened, he turned with me until I was sitting upright, knees either side of his hips, Arthur grinning from ear to ear underneath me.
He sat up so we were face to face, reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head, leaving me in my fresh-washed black bra sitting on his lap.
"How did y-"
Arthur silenced me with a bone-breaking kiss, shutting every thought in my head down, his hands pulling me closer and getting rid of my bra in the process.
I could feel his arousal between my legs and my body responded in kind, grinding down to find any kind of release.
His light chest hair tickled on my tender nipples, arching for his touch.
I pulled away slightly to catch my breath and he instantly shifted his attention on my neck, sucking, biting and licking a path down towards my breasts, my hands pulling at his hair to make him look up at me again.
He complied instantly.
"Haven't we agreed on taking things slow?", I asked breathless, torn between wanting everything and doing the apparently right thing.
Didn't he say something like that in the morning?
Arthur nodded once, eyes glued to my nipples, licking his lips while doing so and then gazing up again.
"Yeah. If ya don't-"
"I want to.", I interrupted him and he caught my gaze again.
"Ya sure?"
"Pretty."
He swallowed hard, his Adams-apple bobbing up and down, eyes trailing over my body.
"I want ya so badly, I-I cannot even-.", he murmured on my throat, his tongue hot and wet against my skin.
My fingers threatened through his hair and I moaned, head falling back in pure bliss.
"I want you, too.", was all I was able to rasp out and he growled deep in his chest in response, biting down on the sweet spot under my ear, making me gasp and shudder.
His hands stabilized my upper-body as he bended me backwards, my breasts now right in his kissing and sucking range. He wasted no time, sucking both nubs in turns into his mouth, tongue swirling around them and biting down softly.
I nearly lost it right then, his mouth making my blood boil and spurring on the heat inside me even further.
"God, A-Arthur.", I moaned, hands desperately grabbing into his short hair on the back of his head.
He gently laid me down on the blanket again, hovering over me and kissing his way down towards my belly, his mouth leaving a hot trail of sucks and bites southwards.
His broad shoulders spread my legs even further apart as he settled between them, his hands working my jeans open.
I blushed hard.
"You don't have to-", I interjected weakly, hands coming up to cover my face, knowing pretty well that some men just hate performing oral-sex but are just too proud to say it.
Arthur simply ignored me and undressed me completely in one go, hands resting on the outside of my thighs.
I was a tiny bit embarrassed and hid under the palms of my hands.
"Hey."
His deep voice trailed up to me and I peeked out between two fingers at him.
"Look at'me.", he rasped and placed a soft kiss on the inside of my left thigh.
I relented after a short moment, plopping myself up on my elbows to look down on him and myself, cheeks red like a fire-truck.
It was clearly a sight so see, the outrageous handsome outlaw waiting between my legs, his back-muscles shifting in the fading sunlight, his big hands holding my thighs in place and making them look so freaking small.
"What?", I said nearly inaudible and he kissed the soft skin of my right thigh carefully.
"Ya 're beautiful.", he whispered, eyes honest and sincere.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat down, fighting against my insecurities with all my might.
"'kay.", I relented and he smirked, kissing the spot on my thigh again until he stopped to look up at me with a devilish grin.
"Watch.", he ordered and my eyes went wide, mouth hanging open in shock. I've never watched a man while he went down on me, that was- well, filthy, wasn't it?
"I- u-uh... W-what?"
"If ya don't, I'll stop.", he threatened and I gasped, cheeks growing even hotter than I ever thought possible.
"O-okay."
His wicked smile vanished between my legs and he hoisted them over his shoulders, dipping down to press a single kiss on my pubic mound, making my hips jolt.
"I kinda' like that.", he breathed against my smooth skin and I needed a moment until it clicked. Good thing I had a proper bath two days ago.
"Hate bushes."
His low chuckle vibrated through my body.
"Clearly."
Arthur held my gaze as he continued his way down deeper, his tongue dipping between my already soaked folds, making my breath hitch and body squirm under his soft lapping.
"So wet, jus' fer me.", he murmured against my tender flesh and I swallowed hard.
"Ah, jeez-"
He took his time exploring every single inch of me, his tongue and lips all caressing and tender touches, leaving me breathless and wanting for more.
It was hard to keep my eyes on him and also unbelievable hot at the same time, watching how he clearly enjoyed what he was doing to me, his eyes trailing up and down my body the whole time.
The moment his tongue flicked against my clit, I let out something between a moan and a strangled sound, my legs twitching in his hold.
I could almost feel the smirk on his lips, but it was hard to tell, because in that moment he released my left leg out of his grasp and dragged his hand to my hot core, parting the slick lips with two fingers, flicking his tongue once- twice and thrice against my wanting clit. My body jolted instantly against his face, eager to get more of the drug he provided and my head lolled back without much thought, eyes shutting in ecstasy.
I was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, my body a squirming and panting mess under his touch and I almost screamed in frustration when he suddenly stopped.
"W-why?"
I looked down at him with wild eyes and he continued again after he gave me a warning glare, lapping and sucking at this tiny and very sensitive bundle of nerves until I nearly lost it.
"Goddamn, A-Arthur...", I breathed low, my right hand reaching out to run through his hair and he hummed against my wet flesh.
I could feel it bubbling up inside me, the peek I needed and wanted more than anything, right in sight.
Just a tiny bit more.
"O-oh, I-I; Jesus! M-more please.", I pressed out between clenched teeth, my muscles tensing and twitching like crazy, breath loud and fast.
Finally, he had mercy and humored me, his tongue working faster and more intense, hitting just the right spot over and over again, until the pressure inside my belly became unbearable and I exploded, screaming his name loud enough for anybody in hearing range to hear, but I didn't care, not one bit. My fingers scraped over his head, but he didn't seem to mind, thighs trapping his face between them while I rode out my orgasm shamelessly on his face, his tongue gently helping me to come down to earth again, softly lapping away every single drop of my cum.
I flushed at the thought, but I was way too exhausted and happy to care about it.
My upper-body fell back with a single thud and I let my strained muscles relax a bit, every single limb feeling like jelly and not obeying with me in that moment.
And here I thought his hand alone performed miracles. I was so wrong.
Arthur let my legs slide down from his shoulders when he sat up again, a satisfied smirk on his swollen lips, wiping his mouth with the backside of his hand and slowly crawling over me.
I let out a deep breath.
"Good God.."
"Arthur 's enough, darlin'."
The dirty bastard grinned from ear to ear and I punched him once on his upper-arm for good measure.
"Dumbass."
He chuckled, then he dipped down to kiss me and I nearly lost it again. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and I hummed deep in my throat, a hum of approval.
I let my hands wander over his bulged biceps, strained from holding his weight upright and he shuddered under my touch, his kiss faltering a bit when I traveled down over his chest and toned stomach towards the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the buttons until they finally plopped open.
He pulled back a bit to watch me, his eyes dark and sultry.
I hesitated at first, not sure if I could touch him and also a little bit afraid to disappoint him or something like that, but he simply nodded once and dipped down again to catch my lips with his again.
Fuck it.
It was hard to concentrate on two things at once, but I managed to let my hand slide slowly into his pants. He sucked in a deep breath when my hand connected with his fully aroused member and I wrapped my fingers around him, my mind trying to comprehend the fact, that my fingers didn't close all the way around him.
Oh-oh.
Arthur released my lips and hid his face in the crook of my neck, breath warm and harsh against my skin, his body tense and trembling above me.
His shaft was hot, soft and also hard, my hand gliding up and down his impressive length gently, coaxing little moans and grunts out of him.
When I sped up a little, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it out of his jeans with force, his face coming up to hover over mine.
"Damn, sweetheart. Keep doin' that and the fun 's over before it even began.", he mumbled low, kissing me once and then sitting back on his knees to get rid of his pants.
A smile pulled on my lips as I watched how he undressed himself, quick and efficient, not wasting any time.
When his pants landed on the already huge pile of clothes beside us, my eyes went wide.
Oh, shit.
I already felt how big he was, but seeing it- damn.
The last man I slept with wasn't nearly as big as Arthur and that was two years ago and hurt like hell.
I gulped, arousal and fear bubbling up at the same time.
"Ya good?", he rasped, eyes watching me with concern and I nodded quickly.
"Yeah, just a little fazed maybe."
"Fazed?", he asked, brows furrowed, his voice deep and husky.
"Never mind. C'mere."
I wanted him, badly.
He took my outstretched hand and crawled back up my body, crushing me under his weight, stopping once I embraced him with my legs, elbows resting beside my head, his cock carefully nudging my entrance and my hips jolted in return.
"I'll be careful, 'kay?", he breathed against my lips and I nodded once but then I froze when a thought crossed my mind.
"Wait."
He did and looked down on me with one raised eyebrow.
"Don't you guys have condoms around here?", I blushed while asking him, but the somehow still present and reasonable part of my brain urged me on to ask at least.
Arthur hesitated, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Ah, I don'think so."
I knew that this kind of protection was already invented, but I didn't quite know if it was already available for everyone and how workable it really was.
"I can p-pull out, ya know?", he suggested and I couldn't help the chuckle escaping me.
"That's a myth, Arthur. But that's not the point. I can't get pregnant, I'm just worried about, well- like illnesses or something like that."
He leaned down to kiss me softly.
"I'm clean."
I shrugged, but kissed him back.
"You don't know that."
He sighed, looking down at me in earnest.
"I do know. If ya really need to know; last time I had sex was over ten years ago, Sophie. I'd know by now if I was ill.", he stated and I gaped at him in shock.
Ten years? Well, okay then.
I nodded, red as a beet.
"'kay."
He huffed a small laugh and shook his head, dipping down to kiss me with force, his tongue coaxing my mouth open and letting me forget the things we talked about before.
I was glad I didn't ruin the whole moment, how dumb, really.
His left hand grabbed my thigh hard and I moaned in response, my hips jittering upwards to catch him.
Fuck this, I needed him.
Agonizingly slow, he pushed inside and I gasped, his length and thickness filling me up to the point of hurting, the line between pleasure and pain blurring together.
My nails would totally leave crescents on the skin of his back, but I couldn't help it, I needed something to anchor myself.
Arthur withdrew and pushed inside again, deeper, giving me time to adjust to his cock, grunting and huffing all the while.
"Christ almighty, ya feel so fuckin' good.", he rasped against my ear, his breath hot and thick against my skin and I nodded like a dumbass, mind not able to process all the feelings at once.
One last time, he pulled out again and then pushed all the way in until our pelvis' connected, both of us groaning simultaneously at the sensation.
"Fuck."
Arthur's body shook over me, his muscles tensing and flexing under his skin and I grabbed with one hand in his hair, threading through the soft strands of it.
He paused for a moment, giving us both the chance to adjust.
"Ya okay?", he whispered and I nodded.
"Keep goin'."
Then he started moving, his hips snapping forward in lazy motions, driving me crazy and I moaned in response, greeting every thrust with a roll of my own and I could hear him curse lowly under his breath.
The pain quickly subsided into pure lust, consuming every part of me and relishing under every touch.
The sight of him, his muscles working hard to keep up with his movements, arms strong and hands grabbing at my skin, face staring down at me with glazed eyes, a soft layer of sweat already forming on his skin, made my head spin.
Arthur's movements sped up a little, his cock hitting a spot inside me I never felt before and I cried out, stopping his movements instantly.
"What?", he rasped and I groaned in frustration.
"Don'chu dare stop, Morgan!", I nearly yelled at him and he quickly obeyed with a low chuckle, continuing to slam more forcefully into me.
"A-ah, jaysus'fuckin'christ.", I breathed, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open.
He pushed himself up a bit, his hands grabbing at my knees to change the angle slightly, hitting deeper than before and I moaned again, way too loud- but what the hell.
He panted, chest rising and falling quickly, the veins on his arms showing off how straining it must be for him to hold back.
"More.", I panted and he instantly humored me with a muffled whimper, hands hoisting my legs around his hips higher and then leaning forward to keep himself upright with both of them, slamming his hips forward with force.
The heat inside me came bubbling up again and I gasped for air, the smacking sound of our skin on skin filling my ears and spurring me on even more.
No chance we could ever do that in camp, that's for sure.
I held onto his arms for dear life, my nails digging into his skin but he didn't seem to mind.
"A-Arthur, I-. Fuck! Harder."
I didn't need to tell him twice, he could feel I was getting close, my peak only a few thrust away, hitting the spot over and over again.
"S-Shit, Sophie! 'M c-close.", he rasped against my ear and I simply groaned, hands skimming over his tensed back.
He cursed loudly, then he dipped down to bite one of my nipples and the impact of everything together made me tumble over the edge, falling deeper and deeper, landing with a spate of incoherent curses on my lips, Arthur swallowing most of them with his lips and following suit after a few erratic and faltering thrusts, spending himself deep inside me with a husky and low groan.
I didn't care, though.
Arthur slumped down next to me, his softening cock sliding out with an obscenely wet sound, making me squirm a bit.
"Goddamnit, woman.", he murmured, our heavy breathing the only sound filling the night right now.
Holy shit.
I just had sex with Arthur Morgan, and it was better than I could've ever imagined.
I slowly came down to earth with a smile on my lips and rolled on my side, facing Arthur still laying on his back, eyes closed and a satisfied expression on his handsome features.
As if he had sensed my glance, he turned his head and gave me a tired smile, his arm reaching out to grab my hand in his.
"C'mere.", he said low and I complied, snuggling up his side, head resting on his shoulder, legs between his and arm over his stomach.
Arthur gave me a sweet kiss on my hair, embraced my body with his arms and then sighed deeply, his chest rising and falling under my ear.
The night was pitch black, the moon only illuminating the nature around us barley and I could hear Nugget and his mare stomping around a few feet away.
After a few moments of comfortable silence and coming down from our high, I spoke up silently.
"Are we going back tonight?"
At first I thought he may had fallen asleep but he grunted in response after a short while.
"We don't have'ta, if ya don't wan'to.", he mumbled against my hair and I snuggled up closer to his body, relishing in the warmth he provided.
"I'd like to stay here.", I whispered back.
Without shifting much, he reached for something above him and I sat up a bit to watch how he grabbed a blanket out of the basket he brought along, spreading it out over us to cover our nakedness up.
Then he settled back down and I did too, nestling against him with a loud and happy sigh.
"I hope it was as good fer ya, as it was ta me.", he said in a hushed voice and I sat up again, looking down on him with a frown.
"You kidding, right?"
He shook his head, his eyes honestly concerned.
"It has been a long time, ya know... I understand if ya don-"
I cut him off by leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, silencing the bullshit coming out of his mouth.
"I'm only going to say this one time, so you better listen closely, cowboy.", I stated bluntly and a little smirk pulled on his lips.
"Go'on."
I gulped and my cheeks flushed a bit, saying it out loud was something entirely different than thinking about it.
"That was by far the best sex I've ever had.", I breathed against his lips and he rewarded me with a huge lopsided grin.
"Really?"
"Yep. So stop whining and-"
His hand pulled me down by my neck and he swallowed the last bit of my sentence, his tongue flickering against mine and eliciting a breathy moan out of me.
Arthur turned us around, pinning me down underneath him, his cock hot and hard against my thigh.
With a smirk, I looked up at him and raised one eyebrow at him, biting my lip when his hips moved delicately against my body.
"Already up for a second round?", I mocked him and he chuckled darkly.
"Better make the most out of it.", he rasped, dipping down to catch my bottom-lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.
I moaned, my body already alight and wanting more.
"I have created a monster.", I breathed in a mix of amusement and lust, Arthur coming up again with a wicked grin, staring down at me.
"Yeah, ya did, darlin'."

Needless to say, that we didn't get much sleep that night.