Breathless ✓

Twenty - Nine ✔

The sun-dappled meadow, a canvas of green and gold, serves as the backdrop for our impromptu picnic. Christian and I sit on a comfortable blanket, surrounded by the symphony of nature—the rustle of leaves, the distant hum of insects, and the occasional whinny of our horses, tethered to a sturdy tree nearby.

A wicker basket, filled with an assortment of delectable treats, sits between us. The aroma of freshly baked bread, cheeses, and fruits mingles in the air, creating an atmosphere of simple, unspoken joy.

Christian pours a couple of glasses of chilled wine, and we clink them together in a quiet toast. The serenity of the surroundings wraps us in a cocoon of tranquility, a welcome respite from the tumultuous events that have recently unfolded.

"You know," Christian begins, a soft smile playing on his lips, "this is exactly what I needed. A break from everything, just us, the horses, and the open sky."

I nod in agreement, appreciating the understated beauty of the moment. 

We share a chuckle as we indulge in the feast laid out before us. The flavors dance on our tongues, and the laughter flows effortlessly, a testament to the ease that has settled into our companionship.

The horses graze nearby, occasionally raising their heads to cast curious glances in our direction. The sunlight filters through the leaves, creating patterns of light and shadow on the ground beneath us.

As the gentle breeze rustles through the leaves overhead, Christian leans forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that speaks volumes. The playful smile on his lips is replaced by a tender sincerity, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that has woven itself between us.

In that moment, with the soft murmur of nature as our witness, Christian's lips meet mine in a gentle, lingering kiss. It's a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken emotions, a merging of two souls finding solace in each other. Suddenly the kiss becomes more. More urgent, more needy. Our desperation to be close to each other.

He doesn't take long to reach down and tightly grasp the hair at the nape of my neck. I groan into his mouth as his free hand palms my ass and slides around my body. He is everywhere at once, and all I can do is hang on to him and accept it. I almost pass out when his mouth slides down my neck, nipping and sucking. His hands run from my ankle to my knee, then back down again. He pulls the material of the dress to the side, and when I put on this dress earlier, this is not how I saw the day turning out. I hear a groan of approval when his mouth gets closer to the apex of my thighs.

He snaps my panties to the side and gently grazes his fingers through my folds. As I open my mouth to tell him to hurry up, his tongue slowly circles my clit by slipping between my folds. A deep, helpless groan fills the space. I'm not even aware that I made the noise.
My fingers tingle along the backs of my thighs until they reach their limit. His enormous hands hold me as he sucks my clit into his mouth while simultaneously  his fingers sinking into my ass, giving me the impression that I'm floating. I'm a complete mess. A writhing, screaming, breaking down mess. A contented groan rumbles in his throat as I sink my hands into his hair for something to hold on to, and the butterflies in my stomach freaking multiply.
I look down and see brown eyes staring back at me from where one of his hands moved from my ass cheeks. As two of his fingers slide into me and instantly locate my G-spot, they continue to burn into me and watch me intently. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of me in perfect sync with his tongue. The sensation intensifies as my hands pull at his hair more forcefully and my heels dig into his hard back muscles while I desperately try to move my hips to ride his fingers.

 "Christian..." I whimper. I'm wound so impossibly tight I can't breathe. "Christian, I'm going to co—" I scream and everything in me tingles and throbs as I tighten around him, bucking and thrashing, pleasure and heat filling my body until I can no longer even articulate the words. He pulls his mouth and fingers away, leans back to give me a good look, and makes the smuggest face I've ever seen while sucking his fingers into his mouth without ever looking away.

Im fucked.

As we lay on the blanket, the echoes of our shared ecstasy still reverberating in the air, a gentle breeze rustles through the meadow. The sky above us transforms into a canvas painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun begins its descent.

Christian's fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, a silent celebration of the intimacy we've just shared. The world around us feels hushed, as if nature itself is granting us a moment of quiet after the storm.

"I want to freeze this moment forever," Christian murmurs, his voice a soft melody in the tranquility of the evening.

I turn my head to meet his gaze, a smile playing on my lips. "If I could, I would."

He chuckles, the sound carrying a mixture of contentment and satisfaction. 

As the daylight begins to fade, casting long shadows across the meadow, we share a lingering kiss-The afterglow of our shared passion wraps around us like a warm embrace, creating a cocoon of intimacy.

Reality gently nudges us, a reminder that the world beyond the meadow still exists. With a sigh, Christian sits up, pulling me into a sitting position beside him. "We should head back," Christian suggests, his fingers entwining with mine.

The journey back to the house is a quiet one, the serenity of the evening enveloping us. The distant stars begin to twinkle overhead, casting a soft glow on the path ahead. The horses, still tethered nearby, graze contentedly, oblivious to the profound shift that has occurred between their riders.

As we approach the house, the lights from the windows begin to flicker to life, welcoming us back to the world we temporarily escaped. Entering the house, the atmosphere feels different, charged with the remnants of passion. Our fingers remain intertwined, a silent promise that the night has only just begun. Together, we navigate the familiar halls, guided by the unspoken understanding that whatever challenges lie ahead, we'll face them as partners—bound not only by circumstance but by the choice to share this journey called life.

Christian opens the door to his room, inviting me inside.

As we settle into the room, the dim lighting casts a soft glow on the surroundings. Christian's fingers gently trace patterns on my arm as we sit side by side on the bed. The air is charged with a comfortable silence, a testament to the ease that has settled between us.

As the night progresses, we find solace in each other's arms. The world beyond the walls of the room fades away, and for a moment, it's just Christian and me.