The Winds of the Past [Rune Factory 4]

Chapter 24

I awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the windows. I was lying on my back, and Avani was cuddled up against me, her head on my chest and one of her legs wrapped around mine. We had fallen asleep after making love again last night, and so we still lay naked, partly tangled in her sheets and blankets. We had taken the precaution of locking the doors and canceling Vishnal's usual wake-up call, so I wasn't concerned about intrusions. But the room had grown chilly during the autumn night, so I drew the covers up over us.

She stirred slightly but didn't awaken, so I just lay there with her in my arms, watching her as she slept. She looked so sweet in her sleep, as if in her dreams she returned to the innocence of childhood. I wondered if hers had been a happy one, what her family had been like and where they had been all this time she'd been missing. I wondered if there'd been anyone special to her in her past, and felt certain there must have been—how could it be otherwise? I found myself feeling oddly jealous regarding this hypothetical potential rival, and I smiled inwardly, amused by my own reactions.

Just then she stirred again, this time waking. She snuggled up closer to me, murmuring, "Good morning, Leo."

"Good morning, My Lady," I replied, stroking her hair. She sat up and stretched, arching her back. I felt keenly aroused just watching her curvy, limber body flexing in the soft, early morning light. She noticed, and with a smile, reached down to gently caress my rapidly hardening member, wrapping delicate fingers around the base. I closed my eyes with pleasure as she slowly but firmly stroked my shaft, then she bent down to me and kissed me ardently without slowing or stopping her caresses. The pleasure quickly intensified as she began to move more rapidly, but before I reached the peak, she suddenly stopped.

My eyes flew open in surprise, and at that moment she climbed over me in order to straddle me. She lowered herself onto me, slowly enveloping me in her warm, slippery embrace as she slid up and down, her breasts bouncing rhythmically. She moved slowly at first, her pace gradually increasing. As I felt myself nearing my climax, I grabbed her hips and helped her to slide up and down, faster and faster. She arched her back and cried out my name as she bucked on top of me. I felt her walls squeeze me in rhythmic convulsions as she climaxed, sending me over the edge. I gasped her name as I exploded into her, shuddering from the intensity of my release. Breathing heavily, she slid along my length a few more times, slowing to a more languorous pace before finally stopping all together and collapsing forward onto my chest. I put my arms around her as we lay entwined there, breathless and slick with sweat.

A few minutes later, she eased herself off of me—slowly, as if reluctant to do so—then rolled over next to me. She snuggled up close, cradled in my arms. I kissed the top of her head, and said, "Now that's the way to start the day off right."

Although I couldn't see her face, I could feel her mouth widening into a grin against my chest. "Avani's wake up service, ready for action, we make housecalls!" she said teasingly.

"Well, as long as you have a very short client list, maybe," I chuckled.

"Very short."

She sat up and climbed over me, stopping to give me a kiss halfway across. She quickly threw on some work clothes, then looking over her shoulder as she headed towards her back door, she said, "I have to get going on my chores. You can wait here if you like, or come with me if you'd rather. I'll make breakfast when I'm done, but if you don't want to wait, help yourself—not that there's much to choose from!" And with that she was gone. I thought for a moment, then decided that I was interested in seeing what she did on this royal farm of hers. I quickly pulled on my pants and sandals and hurried out the door after her as I fastened my belt.

Energetic as usual, she was rapidly picking strawberries when I found her. She dropped the small crate of berries off in a large bin near her barn and moved on to the next crop—carrots. As she pulled each long, orange root and brushed off the loose dirt, she likewise placed them into a crate. When she was done, she stood looking down at them for a moment, frowning. "I'd planted these for Dylas, but...." she said curtly. She shrugged in vexation and said, "Screw it," as she dropped them in the bin.