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Her smile was still radiant, and he could see how much more at ease she was with him now than she had ever been. This was how he wanted their interactions to be, full of smiles and laughter, and a sort of contentment that let them be who they truly were together. When she pulled back he breathed out a sigh, trying to steel himself to be content with just that if it was all she was allowing him, but as her words met his ears his smile widened and he looked down at her with an expression that could only be considered rather pleased with himself.
”So I had hoped.”
As Persephone’s hands adjusted their hold on him, so too did his own, and he wrapped the hand around her waist a little tighter, holding her against his chest in support while his other hand skimmed the curve of her neck. Everything about her was so delicate, so small, she felt almost fragile had he not known the strength she held. This time he let her control their mouths, a small thanks for trusting him with the first moment, and he felt his heart race faster beneath her touch.
His first experience with a kiss had been awkward, a fumbling of mouths that he hadn’t known what to do with, and the first time he’d kissed her, she had promptly begun sobbing and ran away from him. There had been a good deal of growth between them over the past few weeks, and though his body ached for the heat and passion that had passed between them before, this slowness was what they needed. To come to know each other as humans and partners, as lovers.
This time when her tongue brushed against his lips he was ready, eagerly allowing her in as she tugged her fingers through his hair. A rush of desire coursed through him and he tightened his own grip, trying to draw her closer if possible and remembering a sound she’d made from a night that seemed long ago, grazed his teeth against her full bottom lip. It had made her sigh then, and though they were standing in the middle of a field, he longed for those sounds again. Like music to join the birdsong.
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Her smile was still radiant, and he could see how much more at ease she was with him now than she had ever been. This was how he wanted their interactions to be, full of smiles and laughter, and a sort of contentment that let them be who they truly were together. When she pulled back he breathed out a sigh, trying to steel himself to be content with just that if it was all she was allowing him, but as her words met his ears his smile widened and he looked down at her with an expression that could only be considered rather pleased with himself.
”So I had hoped.”
As Persephone’s hands adjusted their hold on him, so too did his own, and he wrapped the hand around her waist a little tighter, holding her against his chest in support while his other hand skimmed the curve of her neck. Everything about her was so delicate, so small, she felt almost fragile had he not known the strength she held. This time he let her control their mouths, a small thanks for trusting him with the first moment, and he felt his heart race faster beneath her touch.
His first experience with a kiss had been awkward, a fumbling of mouths that he hadn’t known what to do with, and the first time he’d kissed her, she had promptly begun sobbing and ran away from him. There had been a good deal of growth between them over the past few weeks, and though his body ached for the heat and passion that had passed between them before, this slowness was what they needed. To come to know each other as humans and partners, as lovers.
This time when her tongue brushed against his lips he was ready, eagerly allowing her in as she tugged her fingers through his hair. A rush of desire coursed through him and he tightened his own grip, trying to draw her closer if possible and remembering a sound she’d made from a night that seemed long ago, grazed his teeth against her full bottom lip. It had made her sigh then, and though they were standing in the middle of a field, he longed for those sounds again. Like music to join the birdsong.
Her smile was still radiant, and he could see how much more at ease she was with him now than she had ever been. This was how he wanted their interactions to be, full of smiles and laughter, and a sort of contentment that let them be who they truly were together. When she pulled back he breathed out a sigh, trying to steel himself to be content with just that if it was all she was allowing him, but as her words met his ears his smile widened and he looked down at her with an expression that could only be considered rather pleased with himself.
”So I had hoped.”
As Persephone’s hands adjusted their hold on him, so too did his own, and he wrapped the hand around her waist a little tighter, holding her against his chest in support while his other hand skimmed the curve of her neck. Everything about her was so delicate, so small, she felt almost fragile had he not known the strength she held. This time he let her control their mouths, a small thanks for trusting him with the first moment, and he felt his heart race faster beneath her touch.
His first experience with a kiss had been awkward, a fumbling of mouths that he hadn’t known what to do with, and the first time he’d kissed her, she had promptly begun sobbing and ran away from him. There had been a good deal of growth between them over the past few weeks, and though his body ached for the heat and passion that had passed between them before, this slowness was what they needed. To come to know each other as humans and partners, as lovers.
This time when her tongue brushed against his lips he was ready, eagerly allowing her in as she tugged her fingers through his hair. A rush of desire coursed through him and he tightened his own grip, trying to draw her closer if possible and remembering a sound she’d made from a night that seemed long ago, grazed his teeth against her full bottom lip. It had made her sigh then, and though they were standing in the middle of a field, he longed for those sounds again. Like music to join the birdsong.
A soft laugh bubbled in Persephone's chest just a little, at Iason's words. It was a moment of mirth that sounded wonderfully self-satisfied that she had such an effect on the man before her and that she held his interest in her fumbling beginnings into the world of romance. She had never kissed a man before Iason and she had no idea in what ways she measured up to his previous lovers. Whilst he had admitted that such attentions had never progressed to the bedchamber she found it impossible to believe that such a man had had no experience with women leading to such a point and she knew it to be untrue by the touch of his mouth and the way he was making her feel. Iason had kissed someone before. She would have performances to be compared to. So, to hear his words of encouragement, of eagerness, only had her heart thumping harder and her feelings rushing stronger.
The kiss he offered her then was no harsher or faster than what she offered him in return. He seemed perfectly content to continue at the pace she had established. It was slow, not because she was nervous of his touch. But because she luxuriated in each sensation and basked in her reactions to his attentions. He allowed her to lick at his mouth, their shared kiss becoming damp. Their mouths moved together, as his arms came around her to hold her closer. She now felt the brush of her clothing against his, their chests causing friction with each heavy inhale they took. She felt a frisson across her breasts as they skimmed his chest. Persephone felt herself gasp, her lips part and it was in that moment that Iason's teeth nipped at the full body of her lower lip. Her breath hitching in her chest, Persephone sighed into his mouth at the spark of discomfort - a sharpness that turned immediately the heated pleasure.
Her chest rose and fell now with rapid speed, Persephone felt her heart pound in her ears and her hand stroked down the column of Iason's neck as their mouths broke for just a moment to find air.
"Iason..." His name was breathed on her lips, somewhere between a prayer and moan as her fingers played with the hair at the base of his neck. "My apologies, if I'm not very good at this..." She murmured against his lips, her words genuine but her tone light as she reached up to take his mouth once more. This time, Persephone parted her lips and opened her mouth against his, seeking the deeper connection that he had offered her when they had been alone in his room. Such an advancement might have been dangerous. For, Persephone remembered the raging of heat that the joining of their tongues had sparked in her, but Iason's embrace gave her a boldness she no longer feared and didn't wish to deny...
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A soft laugh bubbled in Persephone's chest just a little, at Iason's words. It was a moment of mirth that sounded wonderfully self-satisfied that she had such an effect on the man before her and that she held his interest in her fumbling beginnings into the world of romance. She had never kissed a man before Iason and she had no idea in what ways she measured up to his previous lovers. Whilst he had admitted that such attentions had never progressed to the bedchamber she found it impossible to believe that such a man had had no experience with women leading to such a point and she knew it to be untrue by the touch of his mouth and the way he was making her feel. Iason had kissed someone before. She would have performances to be compared to. So, to hear his words of encouragement, of eagerness, only had her heart thumping harder and her feelings rushing stronger.
The kiss he offered her then was no harsher or faster than what she offered him in return. He seemed perfectly content to continue at the pace she had established. It was slow, not because she was nervous of his touch. But because she luxuriated in each sensation and basked in her reactions to his attentions. He allowed her to lick at his mouth, their shared kiss becoming damp. Their mouths moved together, as his arms came around her to hold her closer. She now felt the brush of her clothing against his, their chests causing friction with each heavy inhale they took. She felt a frisson across her breasts as they skimmed his chest. Persephone felt herself gasp, her lips part and it was in that moment that Iason's teeth nipped at the full body of her lower lip. Her breath hitching in her chest, Persephone sighed into his mouth at the spark of discomfort - a sharpness that turned immediately the heated pleasure.
Her chest rose and fell now with rapid speed, Persephone felt her heart pound in her ears and her hand stroked down the column of Iason's neck as their mouths broke for just a moment to find air.
"Iason..." His name was breathed on her lips, somewhere between a prayer and moan as her fingers played with the hair at the base of his neck. "My apologies, if I'm not very good at this..." She murmured against his lips, her words genuine but her tone light as she reached up to take his mouth once more. This time, Persephone parted her lips and opened her mouth against his, seeking the deeper connection that he had offered her when they had been alone in his room. Such an advancement might have been dangerous. For, Persephone remembered the raging of heat that the joining of their tongues had sparked in her, but Iason's embrace gave her a boldness she no longer feared and didn't wish to deny...
A soft laugh bubbled in Persephone's chest just a little, at Iason's words. It was a moment of mirth that sounded wonderfully self-satisfied that she had such an effect on the man before her and that she held his interest in her fumbling beginnings into the world of romance. She had never kissed a man before Iason and she had no idea in what ways she measured up to his previous lovers. Whilst he had admitted that such attentions had never progressed to the bedchamber she found it impossible to believe that such a man had had no experience with women leading to such a point and she knew it to be untrue by the touch of his mouth and the way he was making her feel. Iason had kissed someone before. She would have performances to be compared to. So, to hear his words of encouragement, of eagerness, only had her heart thumping harder and her feelings rushing stronger.
The kiss he offered her then was no harsher or faster than what she offered him in return. He seemed perfectly content to continue at the pace she had established. It was slow, not because she was nervous of his touch. But because she luxuriated in each sensation and basked in her reactions to his attentions. He allowed her to lick at his mouth, their shared kiss becoming damp. Their mouths moved together, as his arms came around her to hold her closer. She now felt the brush of her clothing against his, their chests causing friction with each heavy inhale they took. She felt a frisson across her breasts as they skimmed his chest. Persephone felt herself gasp, her lips part and it was in that moment that Iason's teeth nipped at the full body of her lower lip. Her breath hitching in her chest, Persephone sighed into his mouth at the spark of discomfort - a sharpness that turned immediately the heated pleasure.
Her chest rose and fell now with rapid speed, Persephone felt her heart pound in her ears and her hand stroked down the column of Iason's neck as their mouths broke for just a moment to find air.
"Iason..." His name was breathed on her lips, somewhere between a prayer and moan as her fingers played with the hair at the base of his neck. "My apologies, if I'm not very good at this..." She murmured against his lips, her words genuine but her tone light as she reached up to take his mouth once more. This time, Persephone parted her lips and opened her mouth against his, seeking the deeper connection that he had offered her when they had been alone in his room. Such an advancement might have been dangerous. For, Persephone remembered the raging of heat that the joining of their tongues had sparked in her, but Iason's embrace gave her a boldness she no longer feared and didn't wish to deny...
It felt as if he was entirely aflame, everywhere their bodies touched even with their sturdy riding clothes between them felt intoxicating. Iason twisted his fingers in the material of her tunic, gripping it as if to keep them both upright as their lips and tongues delved deeper into the sensations they could pull from one another. Her little sigh as he nipped at her lip, the way their breath played between them, her hand along his neck, perhaps it was for the best that they were out here in the field. If they'd been anywhere near a bed he would have been hard pressed to resist the siren song she was weaving around him now, even if it was unintentional.
His name on her lips sent a bolt of heat through him as he both praised and regretted how fitting his trousers were. The muttered apology drew a soft laugh from him and he shook his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before trailing his own along her cheek and catching the corner of her lips before he replied in a pitch that matched her own. He'd never heard his voice quite like this before, with that edge of airiness and desire that almost made him feel as if he was tripping over his own tongue.
"Please..don't apologize. You're perfect as far as I can tell."
Perhaps she still had some misguided idea about exactly how far his experience had gone, but he'd never received any really good kisses in the past, most had been given as a dare, or in an intoxicated state, and had been more wet and unpleasant than this. Persephone tasted sweet and warm, as if the sun itself had blessed her lips, and he had no idea it was possible to feel so complete with another person. Every touch felt as if it was somehow filling him with a contentment and a need all at once, and as he claimed her mouth once again he was more eager and less refined, giving readily to what she seemed to want from him.
Pulling back just enough to breathe once more, Iason felt his heart leap in anticipation and nerves as he lowered himself to his knees before her, hands sliding down to her hips. From this angle as he looked up she was every inch the queen he had known her to be, even in her less than regal garb, and he smiled up at her affectionately. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her stomach in a brief kiss and for a moment simply rested his forehead against her, taking a deep breath before looking back up at her again and giving her hand a gentle tug.
"Will you join me..?"
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It felt as if he was entirely aflame, everywhere their bodies touched even with their sturdy riding clothes between them felt intoxicating. Iason twisted his fingers in the material of her tunic, gripping it as if to keep them both upright as their lips and tongues delved deeper into the sensations they could pull from one another. Her little sigh as he nipped at her lip, the way their breath played between them, her hand along his neck, perhaps it was for the best that they were out here in the field. If they'd been anywhere near a bed he would have been hard pressed to resist the siren song she was weaving around him now, even if it was unintentional.
His name on her lips sent a bolt of heat through him as he both praised and regretted how fitting his trousers were. The muttered apology drew a soft laugh from him and he shook his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before trailing his own along her cheek and catching the corner of her lips before he replied in a pitch that matched her own. He'd never heard his voice quite like this before, with that edge of airiness and desire that almost made him feel as if he was tripping over his own tongue.
"Please..don't apologize. You're perfect as far as I can tell."
Perhaps she still had some misguided idea about exactly how far his experience had gone, but he'd never received any really good kisses in the past, most had been given as a dare, or in an intoxicated state, and had been more wet and unpleasant than this. Persephone tasted sweet and warm, as if the sun itself had blessed her lips, and he had no idea it was possible to feel so complete with another person. Every touch felt as if it was somehow filling him with a contentment and a need all at once, and as he claimed her mouth once again he was more eager and less refined, giving readily to what she seemed to want from him.
Pulling back just enough to breathe once more, Iason felt his heart leap in anticipation and nerves as he lowered himself to his knees before her, hands sliding down to her hips. From this angle as he looked up she was every inch the queen he had known her to be, even in her less than regal garb, and he smiled up at her affectionately. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her stomach in a brief kiss and for a moment simply rested his forehead against her, taking a deep breath before looking back up at her again and giving her hand a gentle tug.
"Will you join me..?"
It felt as if he was entirely aflame, everywhere their bodies touched even with their sturdy riding clothes between them felt intoxicating. Iason twisted his fingers in the material of her tunic, gripping it as if to keep them both upright as their lips and tongues delved deeper into the sensations they could pull from one another. Her little sigh as he nipped at her lip, the way their breath played between them, her hand along his neck, perhaps it was for the best that they were out here in the field. If they'd been anywhere near a bed he would have been hard pressed to resist the siren song she was weaving around him now, even if it was unintentional.
His name on her lips sent a bolt of heat through him as he both praised and regretted how fitting his trousers were. The muttered apology drew a soft laugh from him and he shook his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before trailing his own along her cheek and catching the corner of her lips before he replied in a pitch that matched her own. He'd never heard his voice quite like this before, with that edge of airiness and desire that almost made him feel as if he was tripping over his own tongue.
"Please..don't apologize. You're perfect as far as I can tell."
Perhaps she still had some misguided idea about exactly how far his experience had gone, but he'd never received any really good kisses in the past, most had been given as a dare, or in an intoxicated state, and had been more wet and unpleasant than this. Persephone tasted sweet and warm, as if the sun itself had blessed her lips, and he had no idea it was possible to feel so complete with another person. Every touch felt as if it was somehow filling him with a contentment and a need all at once, and as he claimed her mouth once again he was more eager and less refined, giving readily to what she seemed to want from him.
Pulling back just enough to breathe once more, Iason felt his heart leap in anticipation and nerves as he lowered himself to his knees before her, hands sliding down to her hips. From this angle as he looked up she was every inch the queen he had known her to be, even in her less than regal garb, and he smiled up at her affectionately. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her stomach in a brief kiss and for a moment simply rested his forehead against her, taking a deep breath before looking back up at her again and giving her hand a gentle tug.
"Will you join me..?"
It was like some strange torment. By all rights, Persephone should have felt in agony, in discomfort. Her body was overheated, her chest tight, her stomach wouldn't be still and she was finding it hard to breathe. Her skin felt too tight, pulled over muscles that were held too tense. Everything Iason did made her need for air stronger; her need to pant and gasp heavy in her chest. And yet with her mouth and tongue claimed by the man before her, she had not a moment to breathe. It should have been torture. Not this pleasant restraint. A sweet binding around her chest that had her ready to jump out of her skin.
Responding to her, Iason offered her his tongue. A slick and warm touch that felt impossibly intimate. The muscles in Persephone's lower belly immediately clenched and started to burn hot as Iason breached her mouth and turned the kiss from soft exploration to carnal enjoyment of the sensations that burned in each of them.
As Iason gripped at her tunic, Persephone held tighter to his shirt. As his touch wrapped closer around her waist, she felt her fingers curl deeper in his hair. Everything escalated at a slow pace that felt like lightning and burned at high speeds that ran in slow motion.
Persephone could hardly tell if they had been kissing for minutes or hours.
What she did know was the bereft moment of cold as Iason broke from their kiss. The sunshine felt frigid after the heat of his mouth and Persephone felt a tingle in her own lips that suggested them to be swollen. A concept that only had her smiling and sinking her teeth into the lower of the two as Iason took a moment to offer affection to her cheeks and neck.
Then he was gone.
Blinking at the way in which he withdraw, the light changing through her closed lids and forcing her to open them, Persephone witnessed the baron drop to his knees upon the rockface. Her hands falling to his shoulders, Persephone steadied herself as he held onto her legs, braced his forehead to her middle and placed a kiss to her lower belly. Persephone felt herself swallowing against a heavy lump in her throat. The gesture was the sort she might hope for if she ever bore him a child.
The very notion had something deep inside grow tight, hot and almost itching with need.
"Iason, what are you..." Her voice trailed off as he took her hand and tugged to encourage her lower. Join him... He asked for. She smiled and sank gracefully to her knees in front of him. She stretched her boots out behind her, the toes of her leather shoes over the edge of the outcropping and her himation pooling around her like a waterfall of white.
Her smile was a little nervous but help no fear; only game curiosity.
"What now?" She challenged him, determined to ensure that whatever he was asking of her was worth the cessation of their kissing...
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It was like some strange torment. By all rights, Persephone should have felt in agony, in discomfort. Her body was overheated, her chest tight, her stomach wouldn't be still and she was finding it hard to breathe. Her skin felt too tight, pulled over muscles that were held too tense. Everything Iason did made her need for air stronger; her need to pant and gasp heavy in her chest. And yet with her mouth and tongue claimed by the man before her, she had not a moment to breathe. It should have been torture. Not this pleasant restraint. A sweet binding around her chest that had her ready to jump out of her skin.
Responding to her, Iason offered her his tongue. A slick and warm touch that felt impossibly intimate. The muscles in Persephone's lower belly immediately clenched and started to burn hot as Iason breached her mouth and turned the kiss from soft exploration to carnal enjoyment of the sensations that burned in each of them.
As Iason gripped at her tunic, Persephone held tighter to his shirt. As his touch wrapped closer around her waist, she felt her fingers curl deeper in his hair. Everything escalated at a slow pace that felt like lightning and burned at high speeds that ran in slow motion.
Persephone could hardly tell if they had been kissing for minutes or hours.
What she did know was the bereft moment of cold as Iason broke from their kiss. The sunshine felt frigid after the heat of his mouth and Persephone felt a tingle in her own lips that suggested them to be swollen. A concept that only had her smiling and sinking her teeth into the lower of the two as Iason took a moment to offer affection to her cheeks and neck.
Then he was gone.
Blinking at the way in which he withdraw, the light changing through her closed lids and forcing her to open them, Persephone witnessed the baron drop to his knees upon the rockface. Her hands falling to his shoulders, Persephone steadied herself as he held onto her legs, braced his forehead to her middle and placed a kiss to her lower belly. Persephone felt herself swallowing against a heavy lump in her throat. The gesture was the sort she might hope for if she ever bore him a child.
The very notion had something deep inside grow tight, hot and almost itching with need.
"Iason, what are you..." Her voice trailed off as he took her hand and tugged to encourage her lower. Join him... He asked for. She smiled and sank gracefully to her knees in front of him. She stretched her boots out behind her, the toes of her leather shoes over the edge of the outcropping and her himation pooling around her like a waterfall of white.
Her smile was a little nervous but help no fear; only game curiosity.
"What now?" She challenged him, determined to ensure that whatever he was asking of her was worth the cessation of their kissing...
It was like some strange torment. By all rights, Persephone should have felt in agony, in discomfort. Her body was overheated, her chest tight, her stomach wouldn't be still and she was finding it hard to breathe. Her skin felt too tight, pulled over muscles that were held too tense. Everything Iason did made her need for air stronger; her need to pant and gasp heavy in her chest. And yet with her mouth and tongue claimed by the man before her, she had not a moment to breathe. It should have been torture. Not this pleasant restraint. A sweet binding around her chest that had her ready to jump out of her skin.
Responding to her, Iason offered her his tongue. A slick and warm touch that felt impossibly intimate. The muscles in Persephone's lower belly immediately clenched and started to burn hot as Iason breached her mouth and turned the kiss from soft exploration to carnal enjoyment of the sensations that burned in each of them.
As Iason gripped at her tunic, Persephone held tighter to his shirt. As his touch wrapped closer around her waist, she felt her fingers curl deeper in his hair. Everything escalated at a slow pace that felt like lightning and burned at high speeds that ran in slow motion.
Persephone could hardly tell if they had been kissing for minutes or hours.
What she did know was the bereft moment of cold as Iason broke from their kiss. The sunshine felt frigid after the heat of his mouth and Persephone felt a tingle in her own lips that suggested them to be swollen. A concept that only had her smiling and sinking her teeth into the lower of the two as Iason took a moment to offer affection to her cheeks and neck.
Then he was gone.
Blinking at the way in which he withdraw, the light changing through her closed lids and forcing her to open them, Persephone witnessed the baron drop to his knees upon the rockface. Her hands falling to his shoulders, Persephone steadied herself as he held onto her legs, braced his forehead to her middle and placed a kiss to her lower belly. Persephone felt herself swallowing against a heavy lump in her throat. The gesture was the sort she might hope for if she ever bore him a child.
The very notion had something deep inside grow tight, hot and almost itching with need.
"Iason, what are you..." Her voice trailed off as he took her hand and tugged to encourage her lower. Join him... He asked for. She smiled and sank gracefully to her knees in front of him. She stretched her boots out behind her, the toes of her leather shoes over the edge of the outcropping and her himation pooling around her like a waterfall of white.
Her smile was a little nervous but help no fear; only game curiosity.
"What now?" She challenged him, determined to ensure that whatever he was asking of her was worth the cessation of their kissing...
What now. Her question was a coy challenge and he felt the beat of his heart seem to skip a beat as her gaze met his own, seeing the open curiosity there was the encouragement he needed. With them kneeling now face to face, he sat back slightly, his lower back supported by one of the stones of the rock outcropping. As freeing as his riding gear usually felt, it now seemed oppressive and far too tight, as if restricting his breathing and motions. Giving another gentle tug on her hands, the heat in his eyes was undeniable as he tried to guide her into his lap.
”Come here.”
His voice felt rough again, and as he pulled her close to straddle his lap one knee came up behind her in case she needed the support. This was one of the most intimate positions they’d ever been in, but it brought them on a level with one another that made it far easier for their lips to meet without the difference in height. Lifting both hands to her cheeks, Iason leaned up to do just that, his kiss sweeter and more gentle than they had progressed to while standing.
Situated like this, with her weight resting upon him and the coolness of the stone against his back felt like a delicious sort of prison, trapped between the two and utterly at her mercy. One hand remained on her cheek, brushing against the softness of her skin and giving her somewhere to hide it she desired it. The other though slowly followed a path down the side of her neck, his fingers hesitating only a moment before slipping beneath the fabric of her tunic and himation to trace along her bare collarbone and shoulder, tracing a fond line along her form even as he wanted to throw off all of their garments entirely. The curve of her chest was so temptingly close, but as she shifted to get comfortable against him a spark of pleasure shot through his lower stomach and he panted out a breath against her mouth, deepening the kiss without hesitation this time as he held her close.
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What now. Her question was a coy challenge and he felt the beat of his heart seem to skip a beat as her gaze met his own, seeing the open curiosity there was the encouragement he needed. With them kneeling now face to face, he sat back slightly, his lower back supported by one of the stones of the rock outcropping. As freeing as his riding gear usually felt, it now seemed oppressive and far too tight, as if restricting his breathing and motions. Giving another gentle tug on her hands, the heat in his eyes was undeniable as he tried to guide her into his lap.
”Come here.”
His voice felt rough again, and as he pulled her close to straddle his lap one knee came up behind her in case she needed the support. This was one of the most intimate positions they’d ever been in, but it brought them on a level with one another that made it far easier for their lips to meet without the difference in height. Lifting both hands to her cheeks, Iason leaned up to do just that, his kiss sweeter and more gentle than they had progressed to while standing.
Situated like this, with her weight resting upon him and the coolness of the stone against his back felt like a delicious sort of prison, trapped between the two and utterly at her mercy. One hand remained on her cheek, brushing against the softness of her skin and giving her somewhere to hide it she desired it. The other though slowly followed a path down the side of her neck, his fingers hesitating only a moment before slipping beneath the fabric of her tunic and himation to trace along her bare collarbone and shoulder, tracing a fond line along her form even as he wanted to throw off all of their garments entirely. The curve of her chest was so temptingly close, but as she shifted to get comfortable against him a spark of pleasure shot through his lower stomach and he panted out a breath against her mouth, deepening the kiss without hesitation this time as he held her close.
What now. Her question was a coy challenge and he felt the beat of his heart seem to skip a beat as her gaze met his own, seeing the open curiosity there was the encouragement he needed. With them kneeling now face to face, he sat back slightly, his lower back supported by one of the stones of the rock outcropping. As freeing as his riding gear usually felt, it now seemed oppressive and far too tight, as if restricting his breathing and motions. Giving another gentle tug on her hands, the heat in his eyes was undeniable as he tried to guide her into his lap.
”Come here.”
His voice felt rough again, and as he pulled her close to straddle his lap one knee came up behind her in case she needed the support. This was one of the most intimate positions they’d ever been in, but it brought them on a level with one another that made it far easier for their lips to meet without the difference in height. Lifting both hands to her cheeks, Iason leaned up to do just that, his kiss sweeter and more gentle than they had progressed to while standing.
Situated like this, with her weight resting upon him and the coolness of the stone against his back felt like a delicious sort of prison, trapped between the two and utterly at her mercy. One hand remained on her cheek, brushing against the softness of her skin and giving her somewhere to hide it she desired it. The other though slowly followed a path down the side of her neck, his fingers hesitating only a moment before slipping beneath the fabric of her tunic and himation to trace along her bare collarbone and shoulder, tracing a fond line along her form even as he wanted to throw off all of their garments entirely. The curve of her chest was so temptingly close, but as she shifted to get comfortable against him a spark of pleasure shot through his lower stomach and he panted out a breath against her mouth, deepening the kiss without hesitation this time as he held her close.
Persephone stayed where she was, knelt on the stone, as she had been directed, as Iason moved backwards. He leant back against a piece of outcropping, his legs coming forwards between them, separating them further. His hands, however, were held out and took hold of her own, intent on guiding her in his next instruction.
When he asked her to come to him, Persephone's eyes darted over the set-up he had created. For her to get closer she would need to... He guided her actions to follow her thoughts and suddenly Persephone had placed her knees on either side of Iason's hips, straddling him where he sat. She swallowed and as Iason reached up to cup her cheek, his hand so large his fingers reached down to her neck and brushed at the himation wrapped around her, Persephone pulled at one end of the garment and shrugged it off. The sheath of white fabric fell into a puddle beside them but Persephone's movements in removing it were efficient. An act of practicality over sensuality. She brushed at her cheek, as she moved to settle where she sat, Iason's knee and thigh drawing up to support her from behind.
She felt herself grow warmer... hotter... as Iason now become an entrapment on both sides - his chest before her, his leg behind. The rising of his knee had his belly naturally lower and her own pelvis slide further into the crevice of his body. A soft gasp and uncertain mew seemed to leave her lips, as she suddenly appeared nervous and unsure what to do with herself or her hands.
When Iason leant in to kiss her again, Persephone smiled against him, her fingers finding a place for themselves, curled up in the front of his shirt, holding him in place. This, she knew how to do. This, she knew how it worked. Kissing Iason might have been something she was once nervous of, but now she found the soft touch and angular shape of his lips to be perhaps the most comforting sensation she knew. Not to mention emboldening in the way it sent her heart racing and her temperature escalating.
Iason's kiss was heartbreakingly sweet and Persephone found herself responding to it with just the same soft affection. Their mouths were feather light, their kisses fragile and almost elegant in their awkward touches. She smiled against him again, as a soft sigh drifted from her lips and she felt the little hiccups and catches to her breath breaking the quiet air between them. Each noise seemed to have her own body's sensations escalating, despite her attempts to keep her reactions quiet, not wanting to put Iason off with strange reactions.
It was then that Iasons hand's started to move. As she had settled over him, he had taken her face in his hands, one supporting her cheek, the other gracing her neck. As their kiss broke for a moment, Persephone turned her lips to the palm of his hand as she felt the other drift down the column of her throat. His touch had her shiver and she smiled as she turned her face into his palm as if embarrassed. When his other ventured further, his fingers dipping beneath the edge of her chiton tunic, Persephone felt her breathing seem to stop altogether as she felt the pads of his fingers slide along her collarbone. She closed her eyes against the awkwardness, her teeth nipping playfully at the pads on the palm of Iason's hand. She might not be able to look at him, but she didn't want his touch to stop.
When Iason leaned forward to initiate the kiss once more, she was eager to reply, her mouth suddenly hungrier, her skin hotter and her chest tighter than ever before. His tongue entered her mouth, their passions trying to reach one another.
With every inch Iason's hand moved, Persephone found it still harder to breathe - something she hadn't thought possible. The callouses of his fingers drifted over the curve of her breast, and Persephone felt her chest spasm as she lacked air. She breathed in, her chest rising to meet his hand. He held his wrist at an odd angle, attempting to touch without exposing her to the air, as his fingers drifted around the curve of her small breast and started to shift further. Her brain dividing between his hand and his mouth, Persephone could do nothing but feel. Until she felt the thickness of his palm abrade her nipple.
The gasp such a touch pulled from Perse, had her breaking the kiss, her head falling back, and her neck arching in the sunlight. She whimpered and mewed as if in pain but her fingers tightened in Iason's shirt as if to hold him in place. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she felt a sharpness settle in her breast at his touch. With a casual shift of his hand, Iason sent a bolt of heat from breast to lower belly and there was a sensation of tightening judders between Persephone's legs that had her cry out in surprise.
"Stop!" She gasp, her breath no more than a whisper. "Oh Gods..." Persephone swallowed hard, her hands pulling on Iason's shirt, her cheeks bright red and her forehead finding a place to hide in his neck. What that had been she wasn’t sure. A tight sweetness, a itching quiver. It was as if everything between her legs had become full alert, despite Iason’s attentions being on her chest. She hadn’t been prepared for it, and the moment of sensation had her breathing stopping and starting and her throat suppressing moans of feeling. What in the name of the Gods was Iason doing to her?
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Persephone stayed where she was, knelt on the stone, as she had been directed, as Iason moved backwards. He leant back against a piece of outcropping, his legs coming forwards between them, separating them further. His hands, however, were held out and took hold of her own, intent on guiding her in his next instruction.
When he asked her to come to him, Persephone's eyes darted over the set-up he had created. For her to get closer she would need to... He guided her actions to follow her thoughts and suddenly Persephone had placed her knees on either side of Iason's hips, straddling him where he sat. She swallowed and as Iason reached up to cup her cheek, his hand so large his fingers reached down to her neck and brushed at the himation wrapped around her, Persephone pulled at one end of the garment and shrugged it off. The sheath of white fabric fell into a puddle beside them but Persephone's movements in removing it were efficient. An act of practicality over sensuality. She brushed at her cheek, as she moved to settle where she sat, Iason's knee and thigh drawing up to support her from behind.
She felt herself grow warmer... hotter... as Iason now become an entrapment on both sides - his chest before her, his leg behind. The rising of his knee had his belly naturally lower and her own pelvis slide further into the crevice of his body. A soft gasp and uncertain mew seemed to leave her lips, as she suddenly appeared nervous and unsure what to do with herself or her hands.
When Iason leant in to kiss her again, Persephone smiled against him, her fingers finding a place for themselves, curled up in the front of his shirt, holding him in place. This, she knew how to do. This, she knew how it worked. Kissing Iason might have been something she was once nervous of, but now she found the soft touch and angular shape of his lips to be perhaps the most comforting sensation she knew. Not to mention emboldening in the way it sent her heart racing and her temperature escalating.
Iason's kiss was heartbreakingly sweet and Persephone found herself responding to it with just the same soft affection. Their mouths were feather light, their kisses fragile and almost elegant in their awkward touches. She smiled against him again, as a soft sigh drifted from her lips and she felt the little hiccups and catches to her breath breaking the quiet air between them. Each noise seemed to have her own body's sensations escalating, despite her attempts to keep her reactions quiet, not wanting to put Iason off with strange reactions.
It was then that Iasons hand's started to move. As she had settled over him, he had taken her face in his hands, one supporting her cheek, the other gracing her neck. As their kiss broke for a moment, Persephone turned her lips to the palm of his hand as she felt the other drift down the column of her throat. His touch had her shiver and she smiled as she turned her face into his palm as if embarrassed. When his other ventured further, his fingers dipping beneath the edge of her chiton tunic, Persephone felt her breathing seem to stop altogether as she felt the pads of his fingers slide along her collarbone. She closed her eyes against the awkwardness, her teeth nipping playfully at the pads on the palm of Iason's hand. She might not be able to look at him, but she didn't want his touch to stop.
When Iason leaned forward to initiate the kiss once more, she was eager to reply, her mouth suddenly hungrier, her skin hotter and her chest tighter than ever before. His tongue entered her mouth, their passions trying to reach one another.
With every inch Iason's hand moved, Persephone found it still harder to breathe - something she hadn't thought possible. The callouses of his fingers drifted over the curve of her breast, and Persephone felt her chest spasm as she lacked air. She breathed in, her chest rising to meet his hand. He held his wrist at an odd angle, attempting to touch without exposing her to the air, as his fingers drifted around the curve of her small breast and started to shift further. Her brain dividing between his hand and his mouth, Persephone could do nothing but feel. Until she felt the thickness of his palm abrade her nipple.
The gasp such a touch pulled from Perse, had her breaking the kiss, her head falling back, and her neck arching in the sunlight. She whimpered and mewed as if in pain but her fingers tightened in Iason's shirt as if to hold him in place. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she felt a sharpness settle in her breast at his touch. With a casual shift of his hand, Iason sent a bolt of heat from breast to lower belly and there was a sensation of tightening judders between Persephone's legs that had her cry out in surprise.
"Stop!" She gasp, her breath no more than a whisper. "Oh Gods..." Persephone swallowed hard, her hands pulling on Iason's shirt, her cheeks bright red and her forehead finding a place to hide in his neck. What that had been she wasn’t sure. A tight sweetness, a itching quiver. It was as if everything between her legs had become full alert, despite Iason’s attentions being on her chest. She hadn’t been prepared for it, and the moment of sensation had her breathing stopping and starting and her throat suppressing moans of feeling. What in the name of the Gods was Iason doing to her?
Persephone stayed where she was, knelt on the stone, as she had been directed, as Iason moved backwards. He leant back against a piece of outcropping, his legs coming forwards between them, separating them further. His hands, however, were held out and took hold of her own, intent on guiding her in his next instruction.
When he asked her to come to him, Persephone's eyes darted over the set-up he had created. For her to get closer she would need to... He guided her actions to follow her thoughts and suddenly Persephone had placed her knees on either side of Iason's hips, straddling him where he sat. She swallowed and as Iason reached up to cup her cheek, his hand so large his fingers reached down to her neck and brushed at the himation wrapped around her, Persephone pulled at one end of the garment and shrugged it off. The sheath of white fabric fell into a puddle beside them but Persephone's movements in removing it were efficient. An act of practicality over sensuality. She brushed at her cheek, as she moved to settle where she sat, Iason's knee and thigh drawing up to support her from behind.
She felt herself grow warmer... hotter... as Iason now become an entrapment on both sides - his chest before her, his leg behind. The rising of his knee had his belly naturally lower and her own pelvis slide further into the crevice of his body. A soft gasp and uncertain mew seemed to leave her lips, as she suddenly appeared nervous and unsure what to do with herself or her hands.
When Iason leant in to kiss her again, Persephone smiled against him, her fingers finding a place for themselves, curled up in the front of his shirt, holding him in place. This, she knew how to do. This, she knew how it worked. Kissing Iason might have been something she was once nervous of, but now she found the soft touch and angular shape of his lips to be perhaps the most comforting sensation she knew. Not to mention emboldening in the way it sent her heart racing and her temperature escalating.
Iason's kiss was heartbreakingly sweet and Persephone found herself responding to it with just the same soft affection. Their mouths were feather light, their kisses fragile and almost elegant in their awkward touches. She smiled against him again, as a soft sigh drifted from her lips and she felt the little hiccups and catches to her breath breaking the quiet air between them. Each noise seemed to have her own body's sensations escalating, despite her attempts to keep her reactions quiet, not wanting to put Iason off with strange reactions.
It was then that Iasons hand's started to move. As she had settled over him, he had taken her face in his hands, one supporting her cheek, the other gracing her neck. As their kiss broke for a moment, Persephone turned her lips to the palm of his hand as she felt the other drift down the column of her throat. His touch had her shiver and she smiled as she turned her face into his palm as if embarrassed. When his other ventured further, his fingers dipping beneath the edge of her chiton tunic, Persephone felt her breathing seem to stop altogether as she felt the pads of his fingers slide along her collarbone. She closed her eyes against the awkwardness, her teeth nipping playfully at the pads on the palm of Iason's hand. She might not be able to look at him, but she didn't want his touch to stop.
When Iason leaned forward to initiate the kiss once more, she was eager to reply, her mouth suddenly hungrier, her skin hotter and her chest tighter than ever before. His tongue entered her mouth, their passions trying to reach one another.
With every inch Iason's hand moved, Persephone found it still harder to breathe - something she hadn't thought possible. The callouses of his fingers drifted over the curve of her breast, and Persephone felt her chest spasm as she lacked air. She breathed in, her chest rising to meet his hand. He held his wrist at an odd angle, attempting to touch without exposing her to the air, as his fingers drifted around the curve of her small breast and started to shift further. Her brain dividing between his hand and his mouth, Persephone could do nothing but feel. Until she felt the thickness of his palm abrade her nipple.
The gasp such a touch pulled from Perse, had her breaking the kiss, her head falling back, and her neck arching in the sunlight. She whimpered and mewed as if in pain but her fingers tightened in Iason's shirt as if to hold him in place. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she felt a sharpness settle in her breast at his touch. With a casual shift of his hand, Iason sent a bolt of heat from breast to lower belly and there was a sensation of tightening judders between Persephone's legs that had her cry out in surprise.
"Stop!" She gasp, her breath no more than a whisper. "Oh Gods..." Persephone swallowed hard, her hands pulling on Iason's shirt, her cheeks bright red and her forehead finding a place to hide in his neck. What that had been she wasn’t sure. A tight sweetness, a itching quiver. It was as if everything between her legs had become full alert, despite Iason’s attentions being on her chest. She hadn’t been prepared for it, and the moment of sensation had her breathing stopping and starting and her throat suppressing moans of feeling. What in the name of the Gods was Iason doing to her?
Her teeth nipping at his hand set his fingers flexing back into her hair, a breathy laugh escaping him as she tossed aside her himation and accepted his kisses once again. The more time they spent together the easier this became, with their touches and movements growing bolder and their lips more accustomed to how the other moved, what they liked. Her little gasps and moans were like music to his ears, and as she allowed his touch to dip lower a thrill shot through him once again, eagerly pressing forward to close the space between them.
Speaking seemed impossible, anything except this really felt impossible. He didn’t mind the discomfort or the strange angles, focused on how soft and warm she was beneath his touch and wrapping his other arm around her waist, fingertips playing along the hem of her tunic and tugging it up just enough for him to touch the skin of her back. Though they had been naked together before, this was almost more thrilling. Out in the field away from any prying eyes save the birds in the trees, both of them more comfortable together than they ever had been, he wanted her more than he had known possible.
When Persephone’s head fell back with that gasp he nearly pulled away afraid he’d caused her some pain until he noted her grip at his own shirt. The line of her neck was too tempting to ignore, and so he shifted forward to satisfy his need to have his lips upon her. As his mouth found the delicate curve of her neck his hand moved slightly, but the sound that it pulled from her was a cry that shocked him and he felt himself freeze as she told him to stop. Had he hurt her? Or was it just the desire to not be so forward before they were married?
Keeping still as she leaned into him, he tucked his nose against her jaw and tried to catch his breath, adjusting the hand on her chest and wrapping his arms around her instead to hold her close. When he spoke his voice felt strained, yet barely more than a whispering breath all at once.
”What’s wrong?”
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Her teeth nipping at his hand set his fingers flexing back into her hair, a breathy laugh escaping him as she tossed aside her himation and accepted his kisses once again. The more time they spent together the easier this became, with their touches and movements growing bolder and their lips more accustomed to how the other moved, what they liked. Her little gasps and moans were like music to his ears, and as she allowed his touch to dip lower a thrill shot through him once again, eagerly pressing forward to close the space between them.
Speaking seemed impossible, anything except this really felt impossible. He didn’t mind the discomfort or the strange angles, focused on how soft and warm she was beneath his touch and wrapping his other arm around her waist, fingertips playing along the hem of her tunic and tugging it up just enough for him to touch the skin of her back. Though they had been naked together before, this was almost more thrilling. Out in the field away from any prying eyes save the birds in the trees, both of them more comfortable together than they ever had been, he wanted her more than he had known possible.
When Persephone’s head fell back with that gasp he nearly pulled away afraid he’d caused her some pain until he noted her grip at his own shirt. The line of her neck was too tempting to ignore, and so he shifted forward to satisfy his need to have his lips upon her. As his mouth found the delicate curve of her neck his hand moved slightly, but the sound that it pulled from her was a cry that shocked him and he felt himself freeze as she told him to stop. Had he hurt her? Or was it just the desire to not be so forward before they were married?
Keeping still as she leaned into him, he tucked his nose against her jaw and tried to catch his breath, adjusting the hand on her chest and wrapping his arms around her instead to hold her close. When he spoke his voice felt strained, yet barely more than a whispering breath all at once.
”What’s wrong?”
Her teeth nipping at his hand set his fingers flexing back into her hair, a breathy laugh escaping him as she tossed aside her himation and accepted his kisses once again. The more time they spent together the easier this became, with their touches and movements growing bolder and their lips more accustomed to how the other moved, what they liked. Her little gasps and moans were like music to his ears, and as she allowed his touch to dip lower a thrill shot through him once again, eagerly pressing forward to close the space between them.
Speaking seemed impossible, anything except this really felt impossible. He didn’t mind the discomfort or the strange angles, focused on how soft and warm she was beneath his touch and wrapping his other arm around her waist, fingertips playing along the hem of her tunic and tugging it up just enough for him to touch the skin of her back. Though they had been naked together before, this was almost more thrilling. Out in the field away from any prying eyes save the birds in the trees, both of them more comfortable together than they ever had been, he wanted her more than he had known possible.
When Persephone’s head fell back with that gasp he nearly pulled away afraid he’d caused her some pain until he noted her grip at his own shirt. The line of her neck was too tempting to ignore, and so he shifted forward to satisfy his need to have his lips upon her. As his mouth found the delicate curve of her neck his hand moved slightly, but the sound that it pulled from her was a cry that shocked him and he felt himself freeze as she told him to stop. Had he hurt her? Or was it just the desire to not be so forward before they were married?
Keeping still as she leaned into him, he tucked his nose against her jaw and tried to catch his breath, adjusting the hand on her chest and wrapping his arms around her instead to hold her close. When he spoke his voice felt strained, yet barely more than a whispering breath all at once.
”What’s wrong?”
Persephone gasped to try and catch her breath as Iason's hand left her chest, the brush of hand to nipple as he moved it away causing another tightening in her lower belly. She swallowed, tried to calm her breathing, tried to stop her sense from fluttering and her body from tensing. Iason held her close and she felt her arms go soft and loose, her hands dropping down to the space between them, not realising that it had her fingers resting over his belt buckle. She moved her fingers into his shirt, brushing her touch over the edge of his pants through the linen. But her touch was more distracted, seeking connection than it was sexual as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn't know why she was reacting so strongly to this. They had been naked together. In a bed. They had kissed and connected and touched in his bedchambers with only a single towel between them. Why was this moment, with them both fully clothed sending her senses into such turmoil?
All she could think of was that the night they had shared before had been something she was willing to commit to but not something she had been wholly present for. Her emotions had been everywhere, her mind chaotic, her heart broken. She had sought his comfort and his connection but this now was something different. This was them coming together because they wanted to. No needs. No pressures. Pure joy.
At least that was what she suspected it all was.
As she clung to him, Iason was understandably confused and spoke in her ear, his tone was as breathless as hers. When he asked, Persephone’s thighs tightened and she gripped his hips harder, as if nervous.
"Something happened..." Her voice was tiny, muffled and hidden from the world in Iason's neck, as if she wished him the only person in the world to hear her. "I felt something... Be-" She swallowed, chastising herself for being a child. "Between my legs. I felt something. It was a tightening, a hot shiver. I... It surprised me, that's all."
She knotted the fabric of his shirt in her hands, pulling it from the hem of his pants without such an intention, balling the linen in her fingers.
"Is that strange?" She asked, her lips moving against his skin as she still tried to catch her breath. "Is that what's supposed to happen?"
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Persephone gasped to try and catch her breath as Iason's hand left her chest, the brush of hand to nipple as he moved it away causing another tightening in her lower belly. She swallowed, tried to calm her breathing, tried to stop her sense from fluttering and her body from tensing. Iason held her close and she felt her arms go soft and loose, her hands dropping down to the space between them, not realising that it had her fingers resting over his belt buckle. She moved her fingers into his shirt, brushing her touch over the edge of his pants through the linen. But her touch was more distracted, seeking connection than it was sexual as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn't know why she was reacting so strongly to this. They had been naked together. In a bed. They had kissed and connected and touched in his bedchambers with only a single towel between them. Why was this moment, with them both fully clothed sending her senses into such turmoil?
All she could think of was that the night they had shared before had been something she was willing to commit to but not something she had been wholly present for. Her emotions had been everywhere, her mind chaotic, her heart broken. She had sought his comfort and his connection but this now was something different. This was them coming together because they wanted to. No needs. No pressures. Pure joy.
At least that was what she suspected it all was.
As she clung to him, Iason was understandably confused and spoke in her ear, his tone was as breathless as hers. When he asked, Persephone’s thighs tightened and she gripped his hips harder, as if nervous.
"Something happened..." Her voice was tiny, muffled and hidden from the world in Iason's neck, as if she wished him the only person in the world to hear her. "I felt something... Be-" She swallowed, chastising herself for being a child. "Between my legs. I felt something. It was a tightening, a hot shiver. I... It surprised me, that's all."
She knotted the fabric of his shirt in her hands, pulling it from the hem of his pants without such an intention, balling the linen in her fingers.
"Is that strange?" She asked, her lips moving against his skin as she still tried to catch her breath. "Is that what's supposed to happen?"
Persephone gasped to try and catch her breath as Iason's hand left her chest, the brush of hand to nipple as he moved it away causing another tightening in her lower belly. She swallowed, tried to calm her breathing, tried to stop her sense from fluttering and her body from tensing. Iason held her close and she felt her arms go soft and loose, her hands dropping down to the space between them, not realising that it had her fingers resting over his belt buckle. She moved her fingers into his shirt, brushing her touch over the edge of his pants through the linen. But her touch was more distracted, seeking connection than it was sexual as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn't know why she was reacting so strongly to this. They had been naked together. In a bed. They had kissed and connected and touched in his bedchambers with only a single towel between them. Why was this moment, with them both fully clothed sending her senses into such turmoil?
All she could think of was that the night they had shared before had been something she was willing to commit to but not something she had been wholly present for. Her emotions had been everywhere, her mind chaotic, her heart broken. She had sought his comfort and his connection but this now was something different. This was them coming together because they wanted to. No needs. No pressures. Pure joy.
At least that was what she suspected it all was.
As she clung to him, Iason was understandably confused and spoke in her ear, his tone was as breathless as hers. When he asked, Persephone’s thighs tightened and she gripped his hips harder, as if nervous.
"Something happened..." Her voice was tiny, muffled and hidden from the world in Iason's neck, as if she wished him the only person in the world to hear her. "I felt something... Be-" She swallowed, chastising herself for being a child. "Between my legs. I felt something. It was a tightening, a hot shiver. I... It surprised me, that's all."
She knotted the fabric of his shirt in her hands, pulling it from the hem of his pants without such an intention, balling the linen in her fingers.
"Is that strange?" She asked, her lips moving against his skin as she still tried to catch her breath. "Is that what's supposed to happen?"
Persephone’s hands falling upon his belt were distracting, and for a moment he forgot why they had stilled, shifting his torso to stretch the material and untuck the shirt from his trousers. With his hands safely on her back, he dared to press his lips to her neck once again, slowly tracing a pattern down to her shoulder. Whether out of boldness or stupidity he couldn’t tell, but as he nuzzled against her he let his teeth graze gently along the curve of her shoulder.
Her description of what had happened felt similar to his body’s own reactions, the driving urge of desire pushing him onward and spikes of pleasure he was unaccustomed to. As her breath tickled against his neck he let out a sigh of his own, one hand running between them slowly as her thighs tightened around him. He could feel the heat of her core, hips flush against his own as his touch reached beneath her own shirt, slowly moving along her belly.
”I think so...if it felt good.”
Here was where he wished he had more experience, so he could comfort and reassure her if something was normal or not. The direction of his hand suddenly paused as he considered his actions for a moment, and began sliding it lower instead to the hem of her trousers. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would find, and he was alert for any sign or word that she wanted him to stop again as his fingers slipped beneath the leather.
”Here?”
Iason had no idea what he was expecting, the hair did not shock him as his own was the same. There was something familiar and yet entirely indescribable in the heat, the slickness that he found, and his breathing grew harsh against her shoulder. His touch was light, careful in its exploration as he tried to find the source of the sensation she’d described.
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Persephone’s hands falling upon his belt were distracting, and for a moment he forgot why they had stilled, shifting his torso to stretch the material and untuck the shirt from his trousers. With his hands safely on her back, he dared to press his lips to her neck once again, slowly tracing a pattern down to her shoulder. Whether out of boldness or stupidity he couldn’t tell, but as he nuzzled against her he let his teeth graze gently along the curve of her shoulder.
Her description of what had happened felt similar to his body’s own reactions, the driving urge of desire pushing him onward and spikes of pleasure he was unaccustomed to. As her breath tickled against his neck he let out a sigh of his own, one hand running between them slowly as her thighs tightened around him. He could feel the heat of her core, hips flush against his own as his touch reached beneath her own shirt, slowly moving along her belly.
”I think so...if it felt good.”
Here was where he wished he had more experience, so he could comfort and reassure her if something was normal or not. The direction of his hand suddenly paused as he considered his actions for a moment, and began sliding it lower instead to the hem of her trousers. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would find, and he was alert for any sign or word that she wanted him to stop again as his fingers slipped beneath the leather.
”Here?”
Iason had no idea what he was expecting, the hair did not shock him as his own was the same. There was something familiar and yet entirely indescribable in the heat, the slickness that he found, and his breathing grew harsh against her shoulder. His touch was light, careful in its exploration as he tried to find the source of the sensation she’d described.
Persephone’s hands falling upon his belt were distracting, and for a moment he forgot why they had stilled, shifting his torso to stretch the material and untuck the shirt from his trousers. With his hands safely on her back, he dared to press his lips to her neck once again, slowly tracing a pattern down to her shoulder. Whether out of boldness or stupidity he couldn’t tell, but as he nuzzled against her he let his teeth graze gently along the curve of her shoulder.
Her description of what had happened felt similar to his body’s own reactions, the driving urge of desire pushing him onward and spikes of pleasure he was unaccustomed to. As her breath tickled against his neck he let out a sigh of his own, one hand running between them slowly as her thighs tightened around him. He could feel the heat of her core, hips flush against his own as his touch reached beneath her own shirt, slowly moving along her belly.
”I think so...if it felt good.”
Here was where he wished he had more experience, so he could comfort and reassure her if something was normal or not. The direction of his hand suddenly paused as he considered his actions for a moment, and began sliding it lower instead to the hem of her trousers. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would find, and he was alert for any sign or word that she wanted him to stop again as his fingers slipped beneath the leather.
”Here?”
Iason had no idea what he was expecting, the hair did not shock him as his own was the same. There was something familiar and yet entirely indescribable in the heat, the slickness that he found, and his breathing grew harsh against her shoulder. His touch was light, careful in its exploration as he tried to find the source of the sensation she’d described.
Persephone had cuddled closer to Iason's frame, naturally seeking a moment of reprieve from his touch and the sensations he caused or... more specifically... from her reactions to them. She needed time to breathe, to reaction, to process. Her thighs were spread wide over his hips, her arms now came up to circle his neck.
He gave her so such reprieve however, as her breathing escalated against his neck and he kissed and nipped his way along her shoulder and the hollow at the base of her neck. She felt heart bloom over her collarbone, felt her belly tighten and form a tugging sensation deep within. Her breasts, since his touch, were now more sensitive, the other having tightened to match its pair. When he nipped his teeth over the curve of her shoulder, Persephone felt a thin layer of sweat break out between her shoulder blades.
She felt the strong grip of his spread hand across the small of her back and feeling the need to give comfort as well as receive it, she pressed an open kiss to where Iason's neck met chest. The curving dip that pulsed with his heartbeat tasted hot and a little salty as she let her tongue explore his skin and her kiss draw against him.
When she felt his fingers playing with the edges of her tunic, Persephone felt her stomach clench, her muscles tense and her breathing hitch but she relaxed herself. This was Iason. And she trusted him.
The backs of his knuckles brushed against the soft skin of her belly below her navel. She might not have had the largest of breasts and curves, but Persephone's lean figure made her waist incredibly tiny, and it felt even smaller against his large hands.
His words were breathed into her ear and she felt herself smile a little nervously, her eyes fluttering closed as she kissed up the tendon of his neck.
"I think so. It did." She answered him. Uncertain at first from embarrassment and then opening with pure candour to admit that the sensations had been pleasant. More than pleasant.
When Iason's hand paused and started to head lower instead up beneath her clothing, Persephone's head came up in surprise, her hand reaching down to grab at his wrist. Her breathing was heavy her eyes wide, her eye so dilated with desire she could barely thing straight. She looked out at the meadow around them - the open field they were say in for all to see. She swallowed.
Shifting her hips a little first forward, Persephone wrapped her arms around Iason's neck, buried her face in his shoulder where she could hide her face and, in doing so, let go for his wrist so that she could take handfuls of the back of his shirt.
"There..." She responded to his question, the singular word, breathed into his ear a bold invitation to do what he wished.
Closing her eyes and trying to stop the natural rocking that seemed to have started up in her hips, Persephone swallowed hard and could hear only the rushing of blood in her ears and the harshness of her own breathing as it seemed to keep pace with Iason’s. She felt his fingertips pass beneath the rim of her leather and then the gossamer beneath. His touch encountered the hair that grew in the crevice of her hips and she bit her lip, a mew on her lips as he continued.
She felt him turn his hand, his fingers dipping lower towards the slick folds that had never been touched in such a way. The coolness of his hand was a little startling and only served to prove how hot she herself was. She felt dampness on his hand and between her folds and she gasped, then whimpered as he started to touch sensitive skin. She had never done this to herself, much less let anyone else do so. She had no idea what he was searching for but she knew that his touch was making every nerve ending set aflame, making her hips rock a little, as if trying to push his hand where her body naturally wanted it to go and making her mouth pop open with a desire that would not be stilled. Her breath hitched, caught, mewed and caught again. She gasped and whimpered and did it all directly into Iason’s ear.
”Please…” The word left her without her permission. She had no idea what she was asking him for, she just knew that she wanted to keep her eyes closed, tighten her grip on Iason’s clothes, wishing it was skin and not linen, and ask Iason never to stop what he was doing.
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Persephone had cuddled closer to Iason's frame, naturally seeking a moment of reprieve from his touch and the sensations he caused or... more specifically... from her reactions to them. She needed time to breathe, to reaction, to process. Her thighs were spread wide over his hips, her arms now came up to circle his neck.
He gave her so such reprieve however, as her breathing escalated against his neck and he kissed and nipped his way along her shoulder and the hollow at the base of her neck. She felt heart bloom over her collarbone, felt her belly tighten and form a tugging sensation deep within. Her breasts, since his touch, were now more sensitive, the other having tightened to match its pair. When he nipped his teeth over the curve of her shoulder, Persephone felt a thin layer of sweat break out between her shoulder blades.
She felt the strong grip of his spread hand across the small of her back and feeling the need to give comfort as well as receive it, she pressed an open kiss to where Iason's neck met chest. The curving dip that pulsed with his heartbeat tasted hot and a little salty as she let her tongue explore his skin and her kiss draw against him.
When she felt his fingers playing with the edges of her tunic, Persephone felt her stomach clench, her muscles tense and her breathing hitch but she relaxed herself. This was Iason. And she trusted him.
The backs of his knuckles brushed against the soft skin of her belly below her navel. She might not have had the largest of breasts and curves, but Persephone's lean figure made her waist incredibly tiny, and it felt even smaller against his large hands.
His words were breathed into her ear and she felt herself smile a little nervously, her eyes fluttering closed as she kissed up the tendon of his neck.
"I think so. It did." She answered him. Uncertain at first from embarrassment and then opening with pure candour to admit that the sensations had been pleasant. More than pleasant.
When Iason's hand paused and started to head lower instead up beneath her clothing, Persephone's head came up in surprise, her hand reaching down to grab at his wrist. Her breathing was heavy her eyes wide, her eye so dilated with desire she could barely thing straight. She looked out at the meadow around them - the open field they were say in for all to see. She swallowed.
Shifting her hips a little first forward, Persephone wrapped her arms around Iason's neck, buried her face in his shoulder where she could hide her face and, in doing so, let go for his wrist so that she could take handfuls of the back of his shirt.
"There..." She responded to his question, the singular word, breathed into his ear a bold invitation to do what he wished.
Closing her eyes and trying to stop the natural rocking that seemed to have started up in her hips, Persephone swallowed hard and could hear only the rushing of blood in her ears and the harshness of her own breathing as it seemed to keep pace with Iason’s. She felt his fingertips pass beneath the rim of her leather and then the gossamer beneath. His touch encountered the hair that grew in the crevice of her hips and she bit her lip, a mew on her lips as he continued.
She felt him turn his hand, his fingers dipping lower towards the slick folds that had never been touched in such a way. The coolness of his hand was a little startling and only served to prove how hot she herself was. She felt dampness on his hand and between her folds and she gasped, then whimpered as he started to touch sensitive skin. She had never done this to herself, much less let anyone else do so. She had no idea what he was searching for but she knew that his touch was making every nerve ending set aflame, making her hips rock a little, as if trying to push his hand where her body naturally wanted it to go and making her mouth pop open with a desire that would not be stilled. Her breath hitched, caught, mewed and caught again. She gasped and whimpered and did it all directly into Iason’s ear.
”Please…” The word left her without her permission. She had no idea what she was asking him for, she just knew that she wanted to keep her eyes closed, tighten her grip on Iason’s clothes, wishing it was skin and not linen, and ask Iason never to stop what he was doing.
Persephone had cuddled closer to Iason's frame, naturally seeking a moment of reprieve from his touch and the sensations he caused or... more specifically... from her reactions to them. She needed time to breathe, to reaction, to process. Her thighs were spread wide over his hips, her arms now came up to circle his neck.
He gave her so such reprieve however, as her breathing escalated against his neck and he kissed and nipped his way along her shoulder and the hollow at the base of her neck. She felt heart bloom over her collarbone, felt her belly tighten and form a tugging sensation deep within. Her breasts, since his touch, were now more sensitive, the other having tightened to match its pair. When he nipped his teeth over the curve of her shoulder, Persephone felt a thin layer of sweat break out between her shoulder blades.
She felt the strong grip of his spread hand across the small of her back and feeling the need to give comfort as well as receive it, she pressed an open kiss to where Iason's neck met chest. The curving dip that pulsed with his heartbeat tasted hot and a little salty as she let her tongue explore his skin and her kiss draw against him.
When she felt his fingers playing with the edges of her tunic, Persephone felt her stomach clench, her muscles tense and her breathing hitch but she relaxed herself. This was Iason. And she trusted him.
The backs of his knuckles brushed against the soft skin of her belly below her navel. She might not have had the largest of breasts and curves, but Persephone's lean figure made her waist incredibly tiny, and it felt even smaller against his large hands.
His words were breathed into her ear and she felt herself smile a little nervously, her eyes fluttering closed as she kissed up the tendon of his neck.
"I think so. It did." She answered him. Uncertain at first from embarrassment and then opening with pure candour to admit that the sensations had been pleasant. More than pleasant.
When Iason's hand paused and started to head lower instead up beneath her clothing, Persephone's head came up in surprise, her hand reaching down to grab at his wrist. Her breathing was heavy her eyes wide, her eye so dilated with desire she could barely thing straight. She looked out at the meadow around them - the open field they were say in for all to see. She swallowed.
Shifting her hips a little first forward, Persephone wrapped her arms around Iason's neck, buried her face in his shoulder where she could hide her face and, in doing so, let go for his wrist so that she could take handfuls of the back of his shirt.
"There..." She responded to his question, the singular word, breathed into his ear a bold invitation to do what he wished.
Closing her eyes and trying to stop the natural rocking that seemed to have started up in her hips, Persephone swallowed hard and could hear only the rushing of blood in her ears and the harshness of her own breathing as it seemed to keep pace with Iason’s. She felt his fingertips pass beneath the rim of her leather and then the gossamer beneath. His touch encountered the hair that grew in the crevice of her hips and she bit her lip, a mew on her lips as he continued.
She felt him turn his hand, his fingers dipping lower towards the slick folds that had never been touched in such a way. The coolness of his hand was a little startling and only served to prove how hot she herself was. She felt dampness on his hand and between her folds and she gasped, then whimpered as he started to touch sensitive skin. She had never done this to herself, much less let anyone else do so. She had no idea what he was searching for but she knew that his touch was making every nerve ending set aflame, making her hips rock a little, as if trying to push his hand where her body naturally wanted it to go and making her mouth pop open with a desire that would not be stilled. Her breath hitched, caught, mewed and caught again. She gasped and whimpered and did it all directly into Iason’s ear.
”Please…” The word left her without her permission. She had no idea what she was asking him for, she just knew that she wanted to keep her eyes closed, tighten her grip on Iason’s clothes, wishing it was skin and not linen, and ask Iason never to stop what he was doing.
When her hand caught at his wrist, Iason stilled for a moment, waiting until she let go and hissing out a breath through his teeth as she rocked her hips against his, the friction of her weight and the leather between them sending a rush of his own pleasure through his body. He was emboldened by her moves, the way her breath caught and sighed against his skin. The confirmation that it had been a good sensation and desire had removed any hesitations he might have kept in place as his touch delved deeper.
Vague memories of whispers and jokes from others tried to guide him in what he sought, still unclear what he was trying to find. The skin here was different, almost impossibly soft and delicate and he nearly pulled back. His own fingers were too rough and calloused to be allowed to do this, but her breathed word allowed him once again to stay. Her mouth on his neck and shoulder were driving him to distraction, and as her hips rocked against his own and his hand he bit back a groan. It wasn’t what his body was demanding, but it clearly had a good reaction from his lover, and so he continued, letting their bodies guide him as he circled his thumb gently against a small rise in her folds.
The whispered plea in his ear, the grip she had on his shirt, every harsh and desperate breath between them drove him on, uncertain if he was doing this right but eager to prove he could. Turning his head, he tried to catch her lips with his, a searing need burning through him as he kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. Part of him didn’t want to move or ever leave this place, the other wished they were back in the manor, in a bed behind closed doors so he could lay her down and take what his mind now claimed as his.
”What do you need..anything, it’s yours. I..am yours.”
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When her hand caught at his wrist, Iason stilled for a moment, waiting until she let go and hissing out a breath through his teeth as she rocked her hips against his, the friction of her weight and the leather between them sending a rush of his own pleasure through his body. He was emboldened by her moves, the way her breath caught and sighed against his skin. The confirmation that it had been a good sensation and desire had removed any hesitations he might have kept in place as his touch delved deeper.
Vague memories of whispers and jokes from others tried to guide him in what he sought, still unclear what he was trying to find. The skin here was different, almost impossibly soft and delicate and he nearly pulled back. His own fingers were too rough and calloused to be allowed to do this, but her breathed word allowed him once again to stay. Her mouth on his neck and shoulder were driving him to distraction, and as her hips rocked against his own and his hand he bit back a groan. It wasn’t what his body was demanding, but it clearly had a good reaction from his lover, and so he continued, letting their bodies guide him as he circled his thumb gently against a small rise in her folds.
The whispered plea in his ear, the grip she had on his shirt, every harsh and desperate breath between them drove him on, uncertain if he was doing this right but eager to prove he could. Turning his head, he tried to catch her lips with his, a searing need burning through him as he kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. Part of him didn’t want to move or ever leave this place, the other wished they were back in the manor, in a bed behind closed doors so he could lay her down and take what his mind now claimed as his.
”What do you need..anything, it’s yours. I..am yours.”
When her hand caught at his wrist, Iason stilled for a moment, waiting until she let go and hissing out a breath through his teeth as she rocked her hips against his, the friction of her weight and the leather between them sending a rush of his own pleasure through his body. He was emboldened by her moves, the way her breath caught and sighed against his skin. The confirmation that it had been a good sensation and desire had removed any hesitations he might have kept in place as his touch delved deeper.
Vague memories of whispers and jokes from others tried to guide him in what he sought, still unclear what he was trying to find. The skin here was different, almost impossibly soft and delicate and he nearly pulled back. His own fingers were too rough and calloused to be allowed to do this, but her breathed word allowed him once again to stay. Her mouth on his neck and shoulder were driving him to distraction, and as her hips rocked against his own and his hand he bit back a groan. It wasn’t what his body was demanding, but it clearly had a good reaction from his lover, and so he continued, letting their bodies guide him as he circled his thumb gently against a small rise in her folds.
The whispered plea in his ear, the grip she had on his shirt, every harsh and desperate breath between them drove him on, uncertain if he was doing this right but eager to prove he could. Turning his head, he tried to catch her lips with his, a searing need burning through him as he kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. Part of him didn’t want to move or ever leave this place, the other wished they were back in the manor, in a bed behind closed doors so he could lay her down and take what his mind now claimed as his.
”What do you need..anything, it’s yours. I..am yours.”
Persephone had no issues with Iason's fingers offering a slightly roughened texture to the secret skin between her legs. Her womanhood was delicate and unfeasibly soft against his touch but the mild friction his slightly calloused fingertips gave her was shutting down her mind and blinding her to every sensation in her body aside from where his hand met her secrets.
The second his thumb pushed against a knot of sensation she hadn't known she had, Persephone's knees tried to clamp together, hitting Iason's hips and leaving her still open to his touch. At the same time a harsh cry - louder than anything she'd emitted so far - punched from between her lips.
"Oh Gods..." She breathed. "Iason..."
When he circled that spot again, Persephone let out a second, started yelp, this one less loud for it was less surprising but deeper, more guttural.
It feels..." Her mind searched for words: amazing, vibrant, exciting, agonising... She couldn't pick just one. "Do it again... please..." She could only beg him to keep touching her, her hips out of her control as she thrust against his hand. She moaned, into Iason's ear, groaned against his skin.
As Iason turned his head, seeking to find her where she was buried in his neck, Persephone took a moment to allow it. She couldn't think, couldn't hold her expression or her countenance together. All she could go was feel what Iason's hand was doing between her thighs. She felt... wanton. She was out of control and whilst her body loved every second of it, the princess in her head didn't want him to see.
But then he slicked his fingers between her womanly folds and circled his thumb over that one spoke again and the woman took over from the princess. She sought his mouth with herself and didn't waste time with tentative kisses of affection. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, her subconscious desire to have him as passionate as she. He was giving her so much pleasure, she wanted to return it.
Persephone moved to sit upright, her mouth never leaving Iason's, she gave him more room for his hand to work, she braced her weight on her knees and off of his lap, opening herself wider for him with blatant desire. As his hand continue to move, Persephone broke their deep kisses only to cry out whenever he offered a firmer touch to that special place, otherwise she sighed and moaned into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Persephone broke their kiss, her breathing agasp and her eyes wide, as she found herself staring into Iason's gaze.
"Something's happening..." She breathed...
There was a tightening. A curling. A coiling sensation deep within her womanhood that Persephone had never felt before. Her eyes widened further as she felt it growing stronger. It was as if all her inner muscles were drawing up inside herself and becoming tight; curled up together. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. At all. But some subconscious instinct told Persephone that that tightness had to release somehow. That that release was what her biology wished for her/
"Iason... I don't know what it is but something's happening." And now Persephone really couldn't stop her hips as they seemed to buck up against Iason's hand - seeking a stronger touch? a more thorough touch? She didn’t know. All she could do was place her hands on her lover’s shoulders to keep her balance. She leant in to claim his lips with hers, their kisses fracturing with every breath, mew and gasp that his ministrations took from her, only to have her try to sip from his mouth again. She seemed to have entirely forgotten that they were out in the open. All she could see was Iason. All she could feel was Iason.
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Persephone had no issues with Iason's fingers offering a slightly roughened texture to the secret skin between her legs. Her womanhood was delicate and unfeasibly soft against his touch but the mild friction his slightly calloused fingertips gave her was shutting down her mind and blinding her to every sensation in her body aside from where his hand met her secrets.
The second his thumb pushed against a knot of sensation she hadn't known she had, Persephone's knees tried to clamp together, hitting Iason's hips and leaving her still open to his touch. At the same time a harsh cry - louder than anything she'd emitted so far - punched from between her lips.
"Oh Gods..." She breathed. "Iason..."
When he circled that spot again, Persephone let out a second, started yelp, this one less loud for it was less surprising but deeper, more guttural.
It feels..." Her mind searched for words: amazing, vibrant, exciting, agonising... She couldn't pick just one. "Do it again... please..." She could only beg him to keep touching her, her hips out of her control as she thrust against his hand. She moaned, into Iason's ear, groaned against his skin.
As Iason turned his head, seeking to find her where she was buried in his neck, Persephone took a moment to allow it. She couldn't think, couldn't hold her expression or her countenance together. All she could go was feel what Iason's hand was doing between her thighs. She felt... wanton. She was out of control and whilst her body loved every second of it, the princess in her head didn't want him to see.
But then he slicked his fingers between her womanly folds and circled his thumb over that one spoke again and the woman took over from the princess. She sought his mouth with herself and didn't waste time with tentative kisses of affection. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, her subconscious desire to have him as passionate as she. He was giving her so much pleasure, she wanted to return it.
Persephone moved to sit upright, her mouth never leaving Iason's, she gave him more room for his hand to work, she braced her weight on her knees and off of his lap, opening herself wider for him with blatant desire. As his hand continue to move, Persephone broke their deep kisses only to cry out whenever he offered a firmer touch to that special place, otherwise she sighed and moaned into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Persephone broke their kiss, her breathing agasp and her eyes wide, as she found herself staring into Iason's gaze.
"Something's happening..." She breathed...
There was a tightening. A curling. A coiling sensation deep within her womanhood that Persephone had never felt before. Her eyes widened further as she felt it growing stronger. It was as if all her inner muscles were drawing up inside herself and becoming tight; curled up together. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. At all. But some subconscious instinct told Persephone that that tightness had to release somehow. That that release was what her biology wished for her/
"Iason... I don't know what it is but something's happening." And now Persephone really couldn't stop her hips as they seemed to buck up against Iason's hand - seeking a stronger touch? a more thorough touch? She didn’t know. All she could do was place her hands on her lover’s shoulders to keep her balance. She leant in to claim his lips with hers, their kisses fracturing with every breath, mew and gasp that his ministrations took from her, only to have her try to sip from his mouth again. She seemed to have entirely forgotten that they were out in the open. All she could see was Iason. All she could feel was Iason.
Persephone had no issues with Iason's fingers offering a slightly roughened texture to the secret skin between her legs. Her womanhood was delicate and unfeasibly soft against his touch but the mild friction his slightly calloused fingertips gave her was shutting down her mind and blinding her to every sensation in her body aside from where his hand met her secrets.
The second his thumb pushed against a knot of sensation she hadn't known she had, Persephone's knees tried to clamp together, hitting Iason's hips and leaving her still open to his touch. At the same time a harsh cry - louder than anything she'd emitted so far - punched from between her lips.
"Oh Gods..." She breathed. "Iason..."
When he circled that spot again, Persephone let out a second, started yelp, this one less loud for it was less surprising but deeper, more guttural.
It feels..." Her mind searched for words: amazing, vibrant, exciting, agonising... She couldn't pick just one. "Do it again... please..." She could only beg him to keep touching her, her hips out of her control as she thrust against his hand. She moaned, into Iason's ear, groaned against his skin.
As Iason turned his head, seeking to find her where she was buried in his neck, Persephone took a moment to allow it. She couldn't think, couldn't hold her expression or her countenance together. All she could go was feel what Iason's hand was doing between her thighs. She felt... wanton. She was out of control and whilst her body loved every second of it, the princess in her head didn't want him to see.
But then he slicked his fingers between her womanly folds and circled his thumb over that one spoke again and the woman took over from the princess. She sought his mouth with herself and didn't waste time with tentative kisses of affection. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, her subconscious desire to have him as passionate as she. He was giving her so much pleasure, she wanted to return it.
Persephone moved to sit upright, her mouth never leaving Iason's, she gave him more room for his hand to work, she braced her weight on her knees and off of his lap, opening herself wider for him with blatant desire. As his hand continue to move, Persephone broke their deep kisses only to cry out whenever he offered a firmer touch to that special place, otherwise she sighed and moaned into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Persephone broke their kiss, her breathing agasp and her eyes wide, as she found herself staring into Iason's gaze.
"Something's happening..." She breathed...
There was a tightening. A curling. A coiling sensation deep within her womanhood that Persephone had never felt before. Her eyes widened further as she felt it growing stronger. It was as if all her inner muscles were drawing up inside herself and becoming tight; curled up together. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. At all. But some subconscious instinct told Persephone that that tightness had to release somehow. That that release was what her biology wished for her/
"Iason... I don't know what it is but something's happening." And now Persephone really couldn't stop her hips as they seemed to buck up against Iason's hand - seeking a stronger touch? a more thorough touch? She didn’t know. All she could do was place her hands on her lover’s shoulders to keep her balance. She leant in to claim his lips with hers, their kisses fracturing with every breath, mew and gasp that his ministrations took from her, only to have her try to sip from his mouth again. She seemed to have entirely forgotten that they were out in the open. All she could see was Iason. All she could feel was Iason.
With each harsh breath against his ear and the way her sounds made his body almost curl and shiver with delight, Iason allowed himself a moment to simply explore her, nipping at her earlobe when she didn’t turn at first to meet his lips. Perhaps it was too much, too demanding, and he nearly released her before she pleaded for more. That request, command really, not to stop was all he needed to spur him on, testing how the pressure and friction of his fingers could draw more of those delicious sounds from her lips.
As their mouths crashed again in a kiss and she lifted herself off him to give him more room, he gave a whine at the loss of her weight in his lap, his other hand lifting to slide into the dark locks that had been braided back. More than anything he wished her hair was loose to fall around them like a black curtain of luxury, but he didn’t try to tug it free of the pins in his current state. His body ached, a desperate sort of need rising in his stomach as he urged her on, taking cues from her sounds and focusing his touch on the most sensitive part of her.
Persephone’s words broke through the fog surrounding him, and he wasn’t sure at first what she meant. He could hear nothing around them but birdsong, saw nothing but her and very distantly their horses grazing in the meadow. It took him a moment to realize what she meant and as his touch continued he noted how slick his fingers were now, taking it as a good sign based on her expressions. It was a wild madness, wanting to continue giving her cause for such cries and moans, her lips meeting his own only sporadically now for all he wanted to breathe only her.
”Gods you’re beautiful…”
It felt foolish to say as soon as it slipped out, but he wasn’t fully present, looking at her with her head thrown back and expression one he’d never seen before, something that was so completely her. His own desire was like a spring coiled in his stomach, a burning need that urged him on.
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With each harsh breath against his ear and the way her sounds made his body almost curl and shiver with delight, Iason allowed himself a moment to simply explore her, nipping at her earlobe when she didn’t turn at first to meet his lips. Perhaps it was too much, too demanding, and he nearly released her before she pleaded for more. That request, command really, not to stop was all he needed to spur him on, testing how the pressure and friction of his fingers could draw more of those delicious sounds from her lips.
As their mouths crashed again in a kiss and she lifted herself off him to give him more room, he gave a whine at the loss of her weight in his lap, his other hand lifting to slide into the dark locks that had been braided back. More than anything he wished her hair was loose to fall around them like a black curtain of luxury, but he didn’t try to tug it free of the pins in his current state. His body ached, a desperate sort of need rising in his stomach as he urged her on, taking cues from her sounds and focusing his touch on the most sensitive part of her.
Persephone’s words broke through the fog surrounding him, and he wasn’t sure at first what she meant. He could hear nothing around them but birdsong, saw nothing but her and very distantly their horses grazing in the meadow. It took him a moment to realize what she meant and as his touch continued he noted how slick his fingers were now, taking it as a good sign based on her expressions. It was a wild madness, wanting to continue giving her cause for such cries and moans, her lips meeting his own only sporadically now for all he wanted to breathe only her.
”Gods you’re beautiful…”
It felt foolish to say as soon as it slipped out, but he wasn’t fully present, looking at her with her head thrown back and expression one he’d never seen before, something that was so completely her. His own desire was like a spring coiled in his stomach, a burning need that urged him on.
With each harsh breath against his ear and the way her sounds made his body almost curl and shiver with delight, Iason allowed himself a moment to simply explore her, nipping at her earlobe when she didn’t turn at first to meet his lips. Perhaps it was too much, too demanding, and he nearly released her before she pleaded for more. That request, command really, not to stop was all he needed to spur him on, testing how the pressure and friction of his fingers could draw more of those delicious sounds from her lips.
As their mouths crashed again in a kiss and she lifted herself off him to give him more room, he gave a whine at the loss of her weight in his lap, his other hand lifting to slide into the dark locks that had been braided back. More than anything he wished her hair was loose to fall around them like a black curtain of luxury, but he didn’t try to tug it free of the pins in his current state. His body ached, a desperate sort of need rising in his stomach as he urged her on, taking cues from her sounds and focusing his touch on the most sensitive part of her.
Persephone’s words broke through the fog surrounding him, and he wasn’t sure at first what she meant. He could hear nothing around them but birdsong, saw nothing but her and very distantly their horses grazing in the meadow. It took him a moment to realize what she meant and as his touch continued he noted how slick his fingers were now, taking it as a good sign based on her expressions. It was a wild madness, wanting to continue giving her cause for such cries and moans, her lips meeting his own only sporadically now for all he wanted to breathe only her.
”Gods you’re beautiful…”
It felt foolish to say as soon as it slipped out, but he wasn’t fully present, looking at her with her head thrown back and expression one he’d never seen before, something that was so completely her. His own desire was like a spring coiled in his stomach, a burning need that urged him on.
Persephone heard Iason's words, his compliments singing in her ears and taming her heart, but she couldn't draw the breath to respond. With her mouth attempting to hold his in a kiss that could never last around her wildness; her need to moan and mew and whimper and hiss- there was no air left to speak back, to tell him what was happening to her or how she felt – about what he was doing or he himself. Which she couldn't have put into words, even if she had wanted to.
Persephone's eyes had closed and now didn't seem willing to open. Her mouth, on the other hand couldn't stay shut, unless she was biting at her lip, her ears were deaf to everything but her own ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. She swallowed hard, as all of her senses turned inwards. To what was happening inside of her body. Her muscles kept tightening, her insides changing. She knew with all certainty that something was about to set those muscles free, to release their coil, and she wasn't sure she was ready for whatever it was. All she knew was that her body had to have it: whether she was ready or not.
"Iason..." This time when she said his name, it was like a whimper. A cry of fear that she didn't know what was about to happen. She moved her hips against his hand, tightened her grip on his clothes, and continued to kiss him around her gasps, to show him she didn't want him to stop, but her words showed the duality in her thoughts. She opened her eyes as she took his face in her hands, wanting to connect with him in this moment, not shut him out. She winced a little at the tension in her body. "It's close… I'm scared."
And just as the words left her lips, Persephone’s hips moved hard against Iason in a particular angle that send her most sensitive spot rushing hard against the length of his finger. And just like that, her body seemed to shatter beyond of her control.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion and at lightning speed simultaneously. Persephone felt her internal muscles turn almost cold, tighten so hard they offered a sharp, sweet little pain and then everything inside, from her navel down, shuddered against Iason's hand. Her internal muscles shook and clenched in waves that pulled on her empty womanhood, tugging over and over. At the release, Persephone felt her back stretch and her neck arch as she couldn’t help but lift her face to the sky and offer a cry from deep in her belly. Her thighs clenched down on Iason hard, her bottom dropped back to sit on him once more, entrapping his hand between them and it wasn’t until she could breathe and blink again that Persephone realised little spots dotted her vision.
She felt her inner muscles ripple in sensations that gradually decreased in strength and, as they did so, she was able to breathe again, her exhales coming in pants as she relaxed once more and looked to Iason, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She felt colour suddenly bloom over her cheeks, realised his hand was still down her riding pants and instantly couldn’t appear to make eye contact. She brushed the fallen locks of her hair behind her ear self-consciously, swallowed and glanced back up at him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then appeared to fail to find the words, closing her lips once more. She offered him a nervous smile, feeling like she had lost all her dignity along with her inhibitions – they were outside for Gods’ sake – and fearing what he might think of her and her loss of control…
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Persephone heard Iason's words, his compliments singing in her ears and taming her heart, but she couldn't draw the breath to respond. With her mouth attempting to hold his in a kiss that could never last around her wildness; her need to moan and mew and whimper and hiss- there was no air left to speak back, to tell him what was happening to her or how she felt – about what he was doing or he himself. Which she couldn't have put into words, even if she had wanted to.
Persephone's eyes had closed and now didn't seem willing to open. Her mouth, on the other hand couldn't stay shut, unless she was biting at her lip, her ears were deaf to everything but her own ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. She swallowed hard, as all of her senses turned inwards. To what was happening inside of her body. Her muscles kept tightening, her insides changing. She knew with all certainty that something was about to set those muscles free, to release their coil, and she wasn't sure she was ready for whatever it was. All she knew was that her body had to have it: whether she was ready or not.
"Iason..." This time when she said his name, it was like a whimper. A cry of fear that she didn't know what was about to happen. She moved her hips against his hand, tightened her grip on his clothes, and continued to kiss him around her gasps, to show him she didn't want him to stop, but her words showed the duality in her thoughts. She opened her eyes as she took his face in her hands, wanting to connect with him in this moment, not shut him out. She winced a little at the tension in her body. "It's close… I'm scared."
And just as the words left her lips, Persephone’s hips moved hard against Iason in a particular angle that send her most sensitive spot rushing hard against the length of his finger. And just like that, her body seemed to shatter beyond of her control.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion and at lightning speed simultaneously. Persephone felt her internal muscles turn almost cold, tighten so hard they offered a sharp, sweet little pain and then everything inside, from her navel down, shuddered against Iason's hand. Her internal muscles shook and clenched in waves that pulled on her empty womanhood, tugging over and over. At the release, Persephone felt her back stretch and her neck arch as she couldn’t help but lift her face to the sky and offer a cry from deep in her belly. Her thighs clenched down on Iason hard, her bottom dropped back to sit on him once more, entrapping his hand between them and it wasn’t until she could breathe and blink again that Persephone realised little spots dotted her vision.
She felt her inner muscles ripple in sensations that gradually decreased in strength and, as they did so, she was able to breathe again, her exhales coming in pants as she relaxed once more and looked to Iason, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She felt colour suddenly bloom over her cheeks, realised his hand was still down her riding pants and instantly couldn’t appear to make eye contact. She brushed the fallen locks of her hair behind her ear self-consciously, swallowed and glanced back up at him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then appeared to fail to find the words, closing her lips once more. She offered him a nervous smile, feeling like she had lost all her dignity along with her inhibitions – they were outside for Gods’ sake – and fearing what he might think of her and her loss of control…
Persephone heard Iason's words, his compliments singing in her ears and taming her heart, but she couldn't draw the breath to respond. With her mouth attempting to hold his in a kiss that could never last around her wildness; her need to moan and mew and whimper and hiss- there was no air left to speak back, to tell him what was happening to her or how she felt – about what he was doing or he himself. Which she couldn't have put into words, even if she had wanted to.
Persephone's eyes had closed and now didn't seem willing to open. Her mouth, on the other hand couldn't stay shut, unless she was biting at her lip, her ears were deaf to everything but her own ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat. She swallowed hard, as all of her senses turned inwards. To what was happening inside of her body. Her muscles kept tightening, her insides changing. She knew with all certainty that something was about to set those muscles free, to release their coil, and she wasn't sure she was ready for whatever it was. All she knew was that her body had to have it: whether she was ready or not.
"Iason..." This time when she said his name, it was like a whimper. A cry of fear that she didn't know what was about to happen. She moved her hips against his hand, tightened her grip on his clothes, and continued to kiss him around her gasps, to show him she didn't want him to stop, but her words showed the duality in her thoughts. She opened her eyes as she took his face in her hands, wanting to connect with him in this moment, not shut him out. She winced a little at the tension in her body. "It's close… I'm scared."
And just as the words left her lips, Persephone’s hips moved hard against Iason in a particular angle that send her most sensitive spot rushing hard against the length of his finger. And just like that, her body seemed to shatter beyond of her control.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion and at lightning speed simultaneously. Persephone felt her internal muscles turn almost cold, tighten so hard they offered a sharp, sweet little pain and then everything inside, from her navel down, shuddered against Iason's hand. Her internal muscles shook and clenched in waves that pulled on her empty womanhood, tugging over and over. At the release, Persephone felt her back stretch and her neck arch as she couldn’t help but lift her face to the sky and offer a cry from deep in her belly. Her thighs clenched down on Iason hard, her bottom dropped back to sit on him once more, entrapping his hand between them and it wasn’t until she could breathe and blink again that Persephone realised little spots dotted her vision.
She felt her inner muscles ripple in sensations that gradually decreased in strength and, as they did so, she was able to breathe again, her exhales coming in pants as she relaxed once more and looked to Iason, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She felt colour suddenly bloom over her cheeks, realised his hand was still down her riding pants and instantly couldn’t appear to make eye contact. She brushed the fallen locks of her hair behind her ear self-consciously, swallowed and glanced back up at him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then appeared to fail to find the words, closing her lips once more. She offered him a nervous smile, feeling like she had lost all her dignity along with her inhibitions – they were outside for Gods’ sake – and fearing what he might think of her and her loss of control…
It felt as if there was a veil around them, as if Aphrodite herself was bestowing her blessing on the couple. In all of his past experience, which was highly limited, there was no feeling quite like this, it was euphoric and consuming and as his hand moved and stroked with her body’s own motions. When he’d pulled her down with him, he hadn’t known the direction this would go, hadn’t realized what this would become, but now they were here he had no regrets and only wished he knew better how to bring her pleasure.
When she spoke he once again nearly pulled back, stopped everything they were doing in favor of wrapping his arms around her and comforting her instead. Her eyes showed a hazy mix of fear and lust, something he was unaccustomed to seeing in her usually calm gaze, but it was her grip on his clothing and her persistence in kissing him that kept him going. He didn’t know how to respond as she moved her hands to his face, his arm around her waist tightening as his hand continued its attentions. The moment it happened he could tell, the way her body felt against his hand, the way her head fell back and her body rocked against him sharply. Her weight suddenly upon him and the tightness of her legs against his hips had a similar cry tugged from him as she landed against his lap, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before looking back at her, breath ragged.
There was a moment of stillness as she came down from her high, his hand stopped but still pressed against her as she looked back at him with a clearer expression that seemed to instantly change to one of embarrassment. He hated seeing that and as he withdrew his hand from her riding pants he brought the other up to her cheek to try to bring her attention back to him, not willing to let her second guess and get upset about this. It would be the first time she hadn’t cried on him after an intimate moment and he didn’t think he could bear it if it happened again. Kissing her instead of speaking, he slid both hands down to her hips to draw her down against his, seeking the pressure that his body was demanding.
Iason surfaced for air with a smile, expression hopeful as he brushed his nose against hers. She seemed content, but his eyes were still dark with desire and he was trying to refrain from rocking his hips up to try to seek some friction and take the pressure off of himself. With another deep breath he stole another kiss before easing back and looking up at her, heart still beating rapidly.
”I love you”
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It felt as if there was a veil around them, as if Aphrodite herself was bestowing her blessing on the couple. In all of his past experience, which was highly limited, there was no feeling quite like this, it was euphoric and consuming and as his hand moved and stroked with her body’s own motions. When he’d pulled her down with him, he hadn’t known the direction this would go, hadn’t realized what this would become, but now they were here he had no regrets and only wished he knew better how to bring her pleasure.
When she spoke he once again nearly pulled back, stopped everything they were doing in favor of wrapping his arms around her and comforting her instead. Her eyes showed a hazy mix of fear and lust, something he was unaccustomed to seeing in her usually calm gaze, but it was her grip on his clothing and her persistence in kissing him that kept him going. He didn’t know how to respond as she moved her hands to his face, his arm around her waist tightening as his hand continued its attentions. The moment it happened he could tell, the way her body felt against his hand, the way her head fell back and her body rocked against him sharply. Her weight suddenly upon him and the tightness of her legs against his hips had a similar cry tugged from him as she landed against his lap, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before looking back at her, breath ragged.
There was a moment of stillness as she came down from her high, his hand stopped but still pressed against her as she looked back at him with a clearer expression that seemed to instantly change to one of embarrassment. He hated seeing that and as he withdrew his hand from her riding pants he brought the other up to her cheek to try to bring her attention back to him, not willing to let her second guess and get upset about this. It would be the first time she hadn’t cried on him after an intimate moment and he didn’t think he could bear it if it happened again. Kissing her instead of speaking, he slid both hands down to her hips to draw her down against his, seeking the pressure that his body was demanding.
Iason surfaced for air with a smile, expression hopeful as he brushed his nose against hers. She seemed content, but his eyes were still dark with desire and he was trying to refrain from rocking his hips up to try to seek some friction and take the pressure off of himself. With another deep breath he stole another kiss before easing back and looking up at her, heart still beating rapidly.
”I love you”
It felt as if there was a veil around them, as if Aphrodite herself was bestowing her blessing on the couple. In all of his past experience, which was highly limited, there was no feeling quite like this, it was euphoric and consuming and as his hand moved and stroked with her body’s own motions. When he’d pulled her down with him, he hadn’t known the direction this would go, hadn’t realized what this would become, but now they were here he had no regrets and only wished he knew better how to bring her pleasure.
When she spoke he once again nearly pulled back, stopped everything they were doing in favor of wrapping his arms around her and comforting her instead. Her eyes showed a hazy mix of fear and lust, something he was unaccustomed to seeing in her usually calm gaze, but it was her grip on his clothing and her persistence in kissing him that kept him going. He didn’t know how to respond as she moved her hands to his face, his arm around her waist tightening as his hand continued its attentions. The moment it happened he could tell, the way her body felt against his hand, the way her head fell back and her body rocked against him sharply. Her weight suddenly upon him and the tightness of her legs against his hips had a similar cry tugged from him as she landed against his lap, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before looking back at her, breath ragged.
There was a moment of stillness as she came down from her high, his hand stopped but still pressed against her as she looked back at him with a clearer expression that seemed to instantly change to one of embarrassment. He hated seeing that and as he withdrew his hand from her riding pants he brought the other up to her cheek to try to bring her attention back to him, not willing to let her second guess and get upset about this. It would be the first time she hadn’t cried on him after an intimate moment and he didn’t think he could bear it if it happened again. Kissing her instead of speaking, he slid both hands down to her hips to draw her down against his, seeking the pressure that his body was demanding.
Iason surfaced for air with a smile, expression hopeful as he brushed his nose against hers. She seemed content, but his eyes were still dark with desire and he was trying to refrain from rocking his hips up to try to seek some friction and take the pressure off of himself. With another deep breath he stole another kiss before easing back and looking up at her, heart still beating rapidly.