“Hie vaedrum teim,” I murmured the words I had made sure to learn during his marking rituals. Words that I remembered his low voice whispering into my ear the morning after he returned from his visit.
“Hie vaedrum teim aldig, Anwen. Satrem vaed unde vahr teim,” he breathed back into me.
“Should I go back and ask the girls what that means?” I giggled, waving slowly at myself to remind him that I was completely naked while he still had all his garments on. Seemed pretty unfair.
“I love you too Anwen. I will love only you,” he translated for me, caressing the figure he also seemed to realise was too naked compared to his own.
“You need to teach me,” I demanded. If I was to be his mate, I needed to be able to at least speak their language.
“Not before you teach me,” he murmured and moved away from my closeness only long enough to remove his shirt. Then he held a hand out to me and as I grabbed it, he beckoned me towards his lap. A silent invitation. So I placed myself on top of him, legs spread on each side of his hips, my body wrapping around his own. His hands travelled down my spine and cupped my rear, holding me in place on top of his hardening member. I allowed my folds to linger on top of the fabric of his pants, the only thing that came in between us and moved my hips up and down across his erection, the anticipation forming goose bumps on my skin, my legs.
Ansgar breathed hard, as though he remembered the need to control himself, his own desire. He hadn’t allowed himself to fully fall into the abyss I was about to take him into. But he trusted me, he had chosen me. So I slid a hand down into his pants, gently scratching that triangle of muscles of his pelvis, tantalizing him until my hand fisted around it.
Thick and hard, awaiting my touch. Ansgar hissed heavily and I continued my movement across his member, caressing and teasing it, allowing it to spring free from the trap his pants had been. I almost wanted to throw myself into it, impale myself into that thick, long hardness of him that had kept me wanting for months. I almost did, my instinct thriving for a mere second.
“Where’s the bed?” I barely stopped myself, though my hand refused to let it go, stroking it with gentle movements, barely able to contain it with just the palm of my hand. I did not know if all fae were this blessed with their length, but damn, it will be a memorable night.
He did not reply, but he tried to stand, shifting me from my claimed position. As soon as my legs touched the floor, he placed an arm on my back and the other under my knees and lifted me in a single movement, his nakedness pressing onto mine as he carried me into his bedroom. Which, to my surprise, was identical to the one he had been living in back in the forest.
“How?” I asked in amazement, holding onto his general warmth.
“Energy. It copies things,” Ansgar replied, holding me in place to allow me to take in all the details. Details I knew, that I had studied, a mere copy of the ones in his bedroom. His original bedroom.
“When we wake up tomorrow, will we be transported back to the forest?” My enquiry, or naivete made him chuckle.
“It doesn’t work like that. We’ll have to go through the trees.” Before I could say something else, he continued, “Also, no one said anything about sleeping tonight.”
Ansgar widened his grin and placed me gently onto the bed. My entire body fluttered and I stopped to take him in, his sculpted form, bronze skin and that hard member, towering over the bed, over me. I shifted, positioning myself into the centre of the bed to make room for him. With two sly movements, he was propped up on his forearms on top of me, our bodies touching in so many places that the building sensation was driving me mad. My breath accentuated as I spread out my legs to make room for him, allow him to situate himself at my entrance.
“Do you need me to…” he wanted to ask but it was my turn to stop him. I knew what he would say. What, even now, in this moment, the one he had been waiting so long for, was willing to do. To care for me, to make sure I was ready and prepared to receive him. Little did he know that one look at his cock and I was already dripping wet, wanting it, needing it in me.
“No, I’m ready,” I replied eagerly, trying to make his first experience memorable. I had expected him to jump at the opportunity with one swift movement, yet he remained unfazed, gazing into me with so much love, it almost made me feel unworthy.
He was nervous, some of his muscles tensing and he seemed shy. I placed my lips on his, urging him to kiss me, to lose his focus into me and forget about any expectation, any advice he might have received that was undoubtedly coming back to him. It was just us, two lovers, a couple ready to join together and celebrate love.
Just as his tongue swept in, so did he. During our gathering of lips, he had found my entrance and now, he was slowly, so slowly allowing himself to claim me. Inch after inch, he pushed in, all the while his attention was on me, on my face, scanning me for any signs of discomfort even as he kissed me. I placed my palms on his back, urging him on, leading him inside.
A moan escaped my mouth as I forced my body to relax, my lungs to breathe and my core to split wide enough to receive him. Luckily, it did. Up to the hilt, and I sighed with relief as I realised my body was made to fit my mate’s. Perfectly. There was no room inside of me that was not completely filled by him and the sensation was mind blowing, like nothing I’d ever felt.
Ansgar's face was grim, his brows furrowed, breaths uneven as he continued to gaze into me, his eyes wide with the experience, the sensation of being together. He retracted a few inches, with the same gradual movement, then back into me, burying himself even deeper this time, if such a thing was possible. When he did, his face illuminated with surprise. He did it again, retracting even further, then slamming back, harder this time, until he built a steady rhythm which he followed as sensation kept building.
God, this felt good. Unbelievably good, so good that I needed to contain myself and without thinking, I grabbed unto his back, my fingernails marking his skin as a moan evaded my mouth. A few seconds later, Ansgar’s throat escaped rhythmical grunts and the movement of his hips halted, his face contorting with pleasure, his breathing jagged and irregular, leg muscles tensing. A blanket of pleasure was thrown over him, nothing else existed but that moment, that sensation. Only when he opened his eyes he seemed to remember I was there, even though he was still inside me. His features immediately shifted into regret.
“No, no, no,” I immediately raised from under him, the movement letting his member slip along with a trail of his pleasure. I cupped his face and forced him to look at me, even though he seemed to want to escape me, something like shame starting to mask his face. “I love you,” I said, hard and determined. “It was amazing.”
He nodded in agreement. “For me,” he trailed. I kissed him and forced him to lay on the bed, placing myself in my favourite position, atop his chest.
“I love you,” I whispered again, listening to his heartbeat become steadier and forming lazy circles on his abs.
“And I love you,” he murmured.
We remained like that for a few minutes, basking in each other’s warmth, enjoying the feel of our connecting bodies, our naked skin savouring each other’s touch.
“Thank you,” Ansgar breathed. His fingers lingered on a caress down my hips.
“What for?” I asked, not understanding his meaning.
“For this,” he replied, cupping my rear for emphasis, “for coming here, for accepting me.”
