Page 58 of Apple Boy

“I want you inside my body,” I admitted candidly.

“But, I’ve never tupped—” I silenced Adam with another kiss and then reminded him, “You asked me to teach you!”

“Aye, I did that.” He said softly.

“Then I will show you what to do, and if it pleases you, you may have your way with me!”

With a playful grin, I moved my attention to kissing Adam’s throat, and down to his nipples. Wherever our skin connected trailed silver and made Adam whimper. He cried out as his nipple was pinched and twisted and I would not have been surprised if all residing in the house heard his wolfish howl of desire. I enjoyed the way Adam’s sheathed prick twitched and his hips bucked involuntarily beneath me. I eased my hands down and under Adam’s rump. Hooking my fingers over the waistband of his open britches I roughly pulled them and his small clothes down, and I stripped the garments from his long legs, with stockings and boots. Adam gasped as the warmth from the fire caressed his bare skin. I sat back on my heels and considered him. Adam was breathtaking, his eyes mesmerizing, glowing with the reflections of the rose-gold flame in the hearth. Adam’s prick and shapely plums nested in dark curly mound, the hair forming a line to his navel and fading to leave his sculpted chest nearly hair free.

“You twist my innards something awful an’ wonderful at the same time!” Adam admitted. I understood this twisted-up feeling all-too-well because Adam did the same to me. I was a jumble of sparking nerve endings entwined with magic and Adam’s curious hold over me. Whatever it was, we combined like alchemy and made something that no apothecary in the whole of the Empire could ever recreate.

Adam reached out a broad hand and caressed the planes and angles of my boyish face. Like a pup seeking his master’s caress I turned into his touch, took a finger into my mouth and sucked. Moving my hands beneath Adam’s naked thighs, I lifted them and hooked his legs left and right over the cushioned armrests of the chair. Adam had nothing else to hide now that he was naked and splayed open for me. My fingers trailed up and down his inner thighs painting streaks of silver that faded in a breath into his soft flesh. Adam fisted a hand into my hair and guided me down toward his crotch.

“I liked what you did to me yesterday.” He admitted, a ghost of shyness remaining in his tone.

“When I sucked and swallowed every last drop of your spending?” Adam’s eyes grew wide with excitement as he heard me utter outrageous truths.

“Aye, that. I liked that very much.” If I got my way, I was sure that after tonight’s tumble Adam’s innocence would be all but gone.

I laid my cheek on the smooth skin of Adam’s inner thigh, then began to place dainty kisses, moving ever upward towards the musky core of his manhood. He smelled of manly sweat, with a hint of the spiced apple soap we had used while bathing. I took his stones into my mouth one at a time and sucked. Adam groaned, his spine arched away from the chair, body taut as a bowstring and he bucked as my tongue rolled over the wrinkled salty skin. Prolonging the anticipation, I avoided his manhood for a long while, instead, I set my sights lower to lick his taint and explore his exposed puckered cleft.

During our first session of lovemaking the night before Adam had permitted me to place my oiled fingers at his entrance, but not my tongue. Today I knew that Adam wanted not only to spend his seed; he needed to spend all the magic burning within. Adam sat before me, delicious, with his legs spread over the arms of a chair, open and inviting. I looked up and saw the endless need in his cut emerald eyes.

“Can I taste you here?” I asked ghosting a finger over his opening. Adam gasped and appeared indecisive for a moment then said “Anything, everything. I want to try it all.” Who was I to deny him, and so, I complied and lay my warm sucking mouth over his hole.

My tongue worked and flicked at his rim. The changed pitch of Adam’s whimpering amused me. I am sure he had never known such a remarkable sensation. I paused and reached for the bottle of oil, I opened it and poured some onto my fingers. I introduced an oily finger running it lightly around Adam’s entrance and then as he relaxed and gave into the pleasure; gradually I penetrated him, moving my slender slippery finger slowly in and out. He accepted my probing so sweetly, his hips bucking to meet my intimate touches.

The fact I could give my Apple Boy this much pleasure made my blood pulse with joy and magic. I leaned in and at last my mouth gave his hardness the attention it deserved. I ran my tongue up its length. On reaching the crown, I drew back his silken foreskin to see a dash of clear sweet liquid awaited me. I gave an experimental lick to his cockhead, and there too the magic came to the surface as a trail of silver mage-light. I took Adam into my mouth, while still working my finger slowly in and out of his body. He trembled and quivered at my touch then gripped the armrests of the chair and urgently called out, “Winter! ‘I don’t know if I can hold on much longer!”

I stopped my sucking and probing. Adam was not as experienced in the ways of love as I was, and I had other plans for his pick.

“Will you do to me as I’ve just done to you?” I requested.

“Yes, Gods, yes!” Adam placed his feet back on the ground. He pulled me into an embrace and then to stand. He undressed me, my britches, and small clothes pooling at my feet.

“Wait,” I said as I stepped out of the garments and retrieved our precious Star-fall from the pile of fabric. I stepped away and strode naked towards the bed.

I placed the gemstone on the nightstand and then turned to a shoot a teasing glance Adam’s way. He was standing there as naked as the day he was born, his tight musculature like finely honed honey-marble in the flickering red-gold firelight. I tossed back the coverlet and sheets then clambered upon the mattress.

Adam stepped behind me and tossed the vial of oil on the bed. He ran his large, calloused working man’s hands over my pale boyish rump, then up and over my back. His touches were exploratory at first as if he was using the canvas of my skin to create mage-light patterns. Then he leaned in and laid his lips on my left buttock. He snickered.

“What?” I queried.

“I gave you silver kisses on yer arse. T’was pretty!” I laughed too and shook my backside at him.

Adam was an excellent study, for he prepared me just the way I’d taught him. Every oiled probing touch like liquid delight, bathing me in waves of powerful sensations.

“Are ye ready?”

By this stage I could not form words, so nodded eagerly. Adam oiled his prick, settled between my buttocks, and pushed forward. A sharp, passionate cry escaped from my mouth as he penetrated me. I rarely allowed myself to be taken, and as Adam slowly entered me, I knew an arcane event was occurring because my submission broke something intangible inside me. We were joined, at last, his hot flesh pressed inside my flesh and the power flowed and throbbed in my blood. I found I was quite overwhelmed by Adam’s girth and so pushed my face into the mattress to stifle the wanton needy sounds that few men had ever dragged from me.

“Are ye alright?” Adam asked his tone wracked with concern. I lifted my head and nodded, then pulled myself off Adam’s slippery prick and slowly impaled myself again, withdrew and pushed onto him again. Each time I repeated that action not only was I overcome by desire, but enflamed by the stabbing pleasure-pain of magic flowing between us.

“Lover, ye fit me perfect!” Adam groaned.

“You feel incredible,” I praised. Adam began to move rhythmically, his hot shaft melting me from the insides out. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the pleasure. The ever-present scent of warmed apple oil mingling with the perfume of our sweat and sex. For our first time, Adam rode me hard from behind, just like a broodmare, and while that satiated part of my lust I wanted something more from him.

“Wait!” I cried out, and Adam did as I asked.