"I believe I would like that. I have not been to the beach simply to swim since I was a child."
Grinning, Noah let go of her hand and stood. Ciri mimicked the motion, and together they extinguished the candles before putting their shoes back on and leaving through the front door. The air was still pleasantly warm, and between the full moon above and the magical lights from nearby houses, there was more than enough illumination for them to make their way down the beach toward the water.
"There's uh...no sea monsters who are going to come and grab us, are there?" Noah asked, realizing he should have inquired sooner.
"No. We are on the other side of the continent from the Sea of Monsters," Ciri replied. "And the wards on the dock extend far enough into the water to create a sizable safe area here."
Making a mental note to ask about the Sea of Monsters, Noah stopped on the sand a few meters beyond the lapping waves. He knelt and unlaced his shoes before tossing them off, followed by his socks. His pants were next, then his shirt—leaving him standing on the beach in nothing but his boxers.
"I..." Ciri trailed off as he stripped, her breathing quickening.
"Problem?" he asked, looking up at her as he finished.
Her eyes roved up and down his muscular form, her pupils dilating before she replied. "No, no problem."
Realizing she hadn't taken off her dress yet, a thought occurred to Noah. "Sorry. I...made an assumption there. Humans don't normally swim with all their clothes on. We have something we call 'bathing suits' instead, which look kind of like underwear but we wear them while swimming. Do Fae have something similar?"
"We...have a similar concept, yes," she nodded.
"Okay good," Noah said, relieved. "I figured since we don't have bathing suits, we could just go in our underwear. Does that sound good to you?"
"Sounds...good," she said through a slightly slack jaw.
"Uhh...Ciri?" he said, one eyebrow raised.
She blinked several times before locking eyes with him. "Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I am. Swimming. We are swimming together."
"Are you sure you're okay?" he pressed.
"Yes. I am...finding it difficult to focus when you are disrobed like that."
No woman has ever said that to me. Noah thought to himself as he blushed. "I'd like to see you disrobed too, if you're comfortable with it. I'll turn around and give you some privacy," he offered, turning his body.
There was a long moment without sound or movement before Ciri replied. "That...does not help."
He turned his head to see her practically drooling over his back muscles, calves, and backside before shaking his head and rotating his body the rest of the way. "Hey. Ciri. It's me. I'm still the same person as I was a few minutes ago. And you've seen me naked before—you would have had to strip me to heal me after the forest."
"Yes. I understand that intellectually. And yet, the knowledge that you have offered yourself to me...physically...that I am to be with you, and that you look like that...makes me feel and see things differently. In a way I cannot put into words."
Seeing that he would need to take the lead more heavily, Noah stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, causing her to exhale slowly and relax into his embrace the way she'd done so many times before. When they came up for air, he locked eyes with her, his green irises meeting her golden ones.
"If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable tonight—and I mean anything—tell me, okay? Good sex is about communication first and foremost."
"Yes, that is what the archives said as we-we-ah..." She trailed off as he brought a hand up to the back of her dress and started to work the clasp at the top with his nimble fingers.
His lips claimed hers again the second it was undone. When they moved downwards to the second clasp, she moaned breathily into the kiss, allowing his tongue to tease hers. Her fingers intertwined with his hair when he undid the fourth, her other hand coming up to squeeze his bicep tightly.
"That...is enough," Ciri said as he undid the final clasp. "I...wish to do this for you."
Moving back slowly, Noah gave her space to slide her arms out of their sleeves. Realizing how intently he was watching, she blushed but held her nerve, pulling the garment over the curve of her hips before letting it pool in the sand beneath them. She finished by pulling off her boots before looking up at him, clearly feeling vulnerable.
As much as Noah had glimpsed of her body before, he truly wasn't ready for the sight in front of him. Her alabaster skin had an almost ethereal quality, causing her to glow in the moonlight. Even though she wore only a simple black cloth bra-and-panty set underneath, her curvy body made them look sexier than the most expensive lingerie he'd seen on Earth. He realized she’d been hiding how mouth-wateringly large and squeeze-able her breasts truly were, and as his head tilted to the side to take a peek at her from behind he caught a glimpse of what could only be described as a bubble butt.
"Fuck," Noah said, unable to express himself more eloquently in that moment.
For a few seconds they stared at each other in the dim light without moving, thinking, or even breathing. Then as if a starting gun had fired, they rushed into each other's arms, kissing desperately while pawing at every centimeter of newly uncovered skin. Neither could get enough of the sensations, groaning as their tongues met again.
The feeling of Ciri's body against Noah was enough to drive him wild. His hands slipped downwards to cup her ample ass, squeezing and feeling the way her skin pillowed around his fingers. She groaned in response before leaping onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist to be closer. Their frantic kissing resumed the second she settled on him, with Ciri taking just as much initiative as Noah.
Unfortunately, a Fae man and woman chose that moment to walk out of their home and move to the dock with a torch held high, causing Ciri to break off with a groan. "We...should stop," she panted. "They will see."
"Will they care?"
"Likely not, but I do not wish for this...us...to be interrupted."
Noah glanced at the path back to the cabin before looking forward again, a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about we continue this in the water then?"
"What do you...oh. Oh," she said as he started to move.
Despite spending the last month doing hard manual labor that had added significant muscle to his already-strong frame, his legs started to wobble slightly from having to hold his Fae girlfriend with so much blood directed south. Even so, he managed to carry her into the surprisingly warm water without making too much sound, submerging their bodies up to their chests and making her light and easy to maneuver. In the cover of darkness they covertly continued their kisses as the Fae patrol moved to the end of the dock before lighting the cauldron placed there and walking back.
As the guards returned to their cabin, Noah refocused his attention on Ciri. He began to kiss across her cheek and down her neck, causing her head to roll back and her eyes to flutter. Holding her back with one hand, he slowly brought the other upward, trailing it along her body under the water until it reached the cup of her bra.
"Tell me if this is too much."
"Keep. Going," she said, her voice breathy.
If she's this into just kissing, she might cum when I do this next part. He thought as he pulled down her bra slightly, exposing her hard pink nipple as he trailed kisses down her chest.
When his lips grazed the soft nub, she shivered with pleasure, her core warming as she unconsciously started to rock her hips back and forth against him. He lowered his mouth around it and began to flick his tongue back and forth in a slow motion, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her hands gripped the back of his head as he did it, seemingly unable to get enough.
They have to be at least D cups. He thought when she finally let him unlatch long enough to kiss across the valley of her breasts and begin lavishing her other nipple with equal attention. Maybe even double-D.
Knowing it was her first time, Noah reminded himself to slow down. He let any thoughts other than her pleasure float away with the waves around them, alternating between kissing her breasts and her lips. When he eventually shifted her so that she was sitting on his lap with both legs to one side, she looked as if she wanted to protest, but those protests died the second his hand slid up her thigh and began to massage her clit through her underwear.
"Oh...oh that..." She trailed off, squirming.
"Too much?" he asked.
"No!" she practically shouted.
Mentally reminding himself for what felt like the millionth time that this was her first sexual experience, he clamped down on his instincts—ones telling him to tear off her panties and take her then and there. Instead, he brought his tongue down and began to lick languidly while sliding her panties to the side gently so he could touch her directly. She shivered with pleasure as his fingers brushed against her, letting out a low groan.
"More," she whispered.
As slowly and gently as he could, he pressed a finger against her hot, waiting entrance. It slipped inside without resistance, causing her half-lidded eyes to shoot open. She grabbed his face with both hands and hauled him away from her breasts, locking eyes with him as he moved in inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh...oh..." she said softly, unable to form other words.
When he arched his finger and began to rub her clit with his tongue, she shot forward, kissing him deeply. Her entire body seemed to come alive with the motion, writhing and gyrating as he pulled his finger forward in a come-hither motion while running his thumb in soft circles. For several minutes that followed, his entire world reduced to the sensations of her body, focusing solely on how she reacted to every small movement.
In his mind, he was determined to learn her. Every small movement said what she couldn't find words for—the way she kissed him with more urgency when he added a second finger, the way her hands trailed along his body when he started to move his thumb back and forth instead of in circles, and the way she let out a guttural moan when he varied his pace.
Eventually she broke the kiss and looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm...Something...Is..."
"I've got you, Ciri," he said reassuringly, keeping up his steady rhythm. "Relax. Just let go. I'm not going anywhere."
Ciri fought it for another thirty seconds before giving in entirely, allowing the proverbial dam to burst. She writhed and shook as she came in his arms, her body twitching and her head leaning back far enough to dip her hair in the water. Her hand grabbed his arm and her legs squeezed shut as she crested the wave, letting out a wordless sound of pleasure into the night.
Noah held her like that without moving for a full minute, allowing her heaving breaths to slow. When they did, he gently withdrew his hand, causing her hazy, lust-filled eyes to flutter open and look at him. She made a disappointed whimpering sound before catching herself and blushing.
"I...am aware that that was not subtle," she said softly.
"It's okay, Ciri. I'm glad you liked it."
"I did not fully grasp how...pleasurable...this could be," she said. "Even in my own experiments, it has never felt like that before. And not that quickly either."
Making a mental note to ask about her 'experimenting' later, Noah nodded. "Sex with a partner you trust and feel safe with is a lot more fun."
She furrowed her brow. "How did you know what words would help me...?"
Noah shrugged. "You're always in your own head. I needed to get you out of your head and into your body."
"That...does not make sense," she said before smiling shyly. "Perhaps you could explain it to me another time though."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I believe I would like to be close to you. Not theoretically." Her eyes flicked back to the cabin. "Preferably up there."
Noah gasped in mock surprise. "Why Ciri, it almost sounds like you're propositioning me for sex."
"I am," she confirmed, completely serious. "And given the way your anatomy has been turgid since I removed my clothes, I believe you are amenable."
She might need to work on her dirty talk a bit, but she's got the spirit. Noah grinned as he looked down at her. "Let's go."
He moved to shallow water before letting her down gently, allowing her to stand on her wobbly legs. She found her balance a few steps later, but still held his hand for support. Together they collected their clothes and moved back toward the cabin, the warm night air suddenly feeling cooler now that they were both mostly naked and wet.
Thankfully, the fire they'd lit before dinner was still smoldering when they returned, providing ample heat. They dumped their clothes by the door and locked it before scrubbing the sand from their feet, casting furtive glances at each other the entire time. When they were finished, they stopped and locked eyes in the orange light of the fire.
"You know, we should get out of these wet clothes before we get under those blankets," Noah said, pointing to the nest they'd made by the fire. "We wouldn't want to get them wet, of course."
"Yes. Also because we intend to have sex," Ciri replied, tilting her head slightly as if waiting for him to confirm the statement.
Noah chuckled as he closed the distance. "I was making a—...you know what? Never mind."
Her lips on his silenced any more words for the moment. Their hands seemed to pick up right where they left off, touching every inch of exposed skin. When Noah's hand grabbed Ciri's ass, she let out a low groan before tentatively reaching forward and stroking his manhood through his still-wet boxers.
"Is this...acceptable?" she said.
"Fuck. Yes," he said.
He stopped his squeezing long enough to hook his thumbs in the waistband of her black panties before pulling them down, allowing them to hit the ground with a wet splat. Ciri ensured his boxers followed a moment later, causing his cock to spring upward to meet her. Her eyes went wide at the sight, her breathing quickening.
When Noah first met Ciri, his impression was that she was built like a model. Seeing her naked in front of him for the first time though, he was forced to update that notion. The curves of her body belonged somewhere far more sacred than a fashion runway—they belonged on a marble statue of a fertility goddess, one that demanded reverence.
She wasn't skinny. She was sexy.
Her body fat was distributed to create the perfect hourglass figure, with a slight feminine pouch on her tummy and squeezable thighs. Either through shaving, magic, or biology, she lacked any hair below her eyebrows, meaning his eyes could run up and down her form without anything getting in the way of seeing her milky white skin. It was the kind of body poems were written about, the kind of body that caused men to make bad decisions, and the kind of body Noah instantly wanted writhing beneath him.
He spent so long taking in her body that he almost missed the fact that she was doing the same for him. "That is...large," she observed.
Realizing what she was talking about, he looked down. "We don't have to go all the—"
"I would like it in me," she interrupted before he could finish the sentence.
He took a moment to pull her bra off as well, tossing it to the ground before kissing her once more. Together they moved toward the fireplace, their lips never leaving each other as they slowly settled into the mess of blankets laid out on top of the rug. Ciri laid on her back, her arms pulling Noah closer before she wrapped her legs around him.
"Inside me," she demanded.
Her words crumbled any remaining notions of trying to draw out her first time. He locked eyes with her and gently pushed a stray hair away from her face before leaning in and kissing her deeply. As he did, his hips thrust forward so that he was pressed directly against her entrance.
She wordlessly urged him on, pushing on his ass with her heels. His cockhead met her wet folds in response, gently pushing deeper until he slipped inside her. The movement caused her to gasp sharply, making him freeze his hips mid-motion.
"I'll stop," he offered.
"No!" She shook her head violently. "Just...wait there."
Nodding, Noah moved in again and began to kiss her neck. As her entire body gradually relaxed, she pushed him forward with her heels once more, burying another few centimeters of his cock inside her. This time though, instead of letting out a gasp, she let out a guttural moan of pleasure.
Seeing that she was starting to truly enjoy herself, Noah began to thrust lightly in and out of her. At first they were small movements, but after a minute he gradually began to work more of himself into her with every rock of his hips. Instinct started to take over rational thought as the haze of lust and pleasure clouded his mind, causing him to loosen the reins over his control.
Despite her lack of experience, Ciri somehow managed to put every woman Noah had been with before then to shame. Her pussy wasn't just hot, tight, and wet—it seemed molded specifically to fit him, tugging at him with every backstroke before enveloping him with every forward movement. The perfectly-distributed fat on her body rippled with every stroke, and her breathy moans in his ear drove him to move faster almost as much as her heels on his back. Lightning bolts of pleasure raced up and down his spine—ones that were felt just as deeply by her, if the way her hips were rocking back and forth were anything to go by.
"More! More!" she demanded, legs shaking.
The incredible woman beneath him proved to be the ultimate test of Noah's endurance. He fought his body's demands to race to the finish, doing everything he could to stave off cumming. When Ciri reached down to rub her clit with one hand in time with his thrusts while pinching her nipple with the other though, he knew he needed to warn her.
"I can't hold back much longer," he grunted.
Her half-lidded eyes flew open and she looked at him with urgency. "Inside me."
"You want me to finish in you?" he asked, not wanting to mistake her meaning.
"Yes! Inside me!" she shouted.
That was all it took. Three strokes later, Noah roared into the night while firing a torrent of cum into Ciri. Her muscles spasmed and shook as she clawed at his back, the feeling of him filling her up triggering her own monumental orgasm. For almost a full minute, the two of them descended into a moaning, naked, slightly sweaty mess.
"That...was..." she said through heaving breaths as they came down.
"Incredible," Noah finished her sentence, also breathing hard.
They looked at each other and shared a smile before kissing again. Their heart rates came down over the next few minutes in sync as they ran their hands over now-familiar skin. The fireplace behind them fizzled and popped merrily, providing the perfect soundtrack for them to float gently down from their high.
Eventually, bodily needs won out over romance and Noah got up. Still naked, he fed another log into the fire before settling down next to Ciri under the blankets. Not knowing how she'd be feeling after her first time, he spooned her from behind and placed one arm over her before speaking.
"How are you?"
"Happy," she said with a large smile, squeezing his arm. "I would like to do that again when you are ready."
"I'm ready," he grinned.
She turned and looked at him with her brow furrowed. "The texts say that males can only perform once per...oh."
Her train of thought was interrupted as his cock slowly started to harden once more.
"I guess it's time for some hands-on learning then," Noah said before kissing her again.