It's a lemon for bmtr's chapter 29! Yay!
This was very err - hard - to write. I wanted to make it passionate so I hope it came off that way.
I'm sorry. Now I'm done lol Enjoy!
In the shadows of their temporary chambers, their silhouettes became one. The blond hero threaded his fingers into his wife's dark hair and drew her in as she tilted her head, inching herself closer to kiss him with all she had.
Her hands reached for his shoulders and tugged at the loose sleeves of his white shirt, urging him to follow her as she sat up. Without thought, he chased after her, refusing to let go for just a moment. It'd only been a few weeks, but he'd be mad to let her go now.
Zelda's delicate hands locked around his shoulders as her legs straddled his hips, the hem of her slip inadvertently hiking up her thighs. A groan escaped him at the feeling of her body pressed against his and his stomach coiled as her fingertips tickled the nape of his neck. Hovering above him, she leaned forward and he tilted his head up to keep his lips on hers.
Link would be satisfied just kissing her all night. In their years together, Zelda certainly learned one or two or a thousand ways to make him crazy. Her mouth was soft but insistent, working expertly on him until he could scarcely think straight. His hands slid from the smooth locks of her hair, tracing the outline of her spine beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown and cupped the round curves of her bottom.
Though his wife was remarkably patient in all other things, he learned she could definitely be impatient in bed. Her hands slipped to the hem of his shirt and untucked it from the waistband of his trousers, sliding it over his chest and off his shoulders. Her hands flattened over his bare skin and sighed with something akin to relief as all those days apart departed with the dusk.
The blond allowed her the moment to indulge, touching and feeling him real and rugged beneath her near wispy touch. It was delicate and graceful like a breath of fresh air in the stagnant space. His breaths came in ragged as he closed his eyes and focused solely on her fingertips tracing along the crests of his abdomen.
With his parted lips and closed eyes, Zelda took the chance to lean in and take his lower lip between hers. His breath caught in his throat with surprise as she sucked on his lip, and when her tongue coasted over the length of it, he moaned with pleasure.
Meanwhile, her soft hands coasted over the breadth of his chest until they settled on his collarbone. He groaned again, more needily this time, and moved to deepen the kiss just as Zelda drew back with a small, coquettish smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. And it was working.
Goosebumps coated his skin, breath trembling, and he grabbed her chin and brought her back down. With a careful swipe of his tongue, he mimicked her teasing from earlier, coy and yet still careful as he wordlessly asked for more.
On their own volition, Zelda's hips grinded down on his and her core came down where his trousers distended from his half-hardened state. Their kiss hitched as they both emitted surprised sounds.
More avidly, she rolled her hips again and his hands clenched her hips, gripping her hard and possessive, and a wave of excitement twisted in her belly. Her arousal dampened her panties, hot and wet against his trousers, and she wondered briefly if he noticed.
His hands came to the hem of her night gown, bunched up around her waist, and eased it off her body. The rough edges of his hands brushed against her smooth skin, past the dip of her hips and the curves of her breast.
When her hair spilled out of the slip, she shook out her hair and smiled down at him. He nearly swallowed the tongue.
Even after years together, it still astounded him that she'd do this with him - that she'd want him like this. She must've been the most beautiful woman in the world, and she wanted him to touch her and hold her and kiss her. It was an honor he wasn't going to waste away.
Peppering soft kisses along her collarbone, his wife emitted soft, pleasured sighs that echoed in his ears. When her head rolled backwards, the ends of her hair tickled the back of his hands, which rested on the small of her back.
His kisses travelled to her breasts, an indulgence for him, his nose just ghosting her skin. Her smell was incredible, so warm and familiar, and yet so sweet and silky and sensual. Hands pressing her closer, his teeth punctured her skin, and she let out a loud cry.
Goddesses, he loved when she made noises like that. Her sweet, smooth voice crying out shakily in pleasure. He just wanted to hear more.
His tongue travelled to her nipple, hardened from her arousal, and flattened over her, causing her hips to thrust down on him again. He was relentless, suckling and nipping and pulling and she panted short and heavy. "L-Link."
Her hands travelled down his stomach and found the laces of his trousers, and his movements froze for a moment. She knew that while he'd become confident with holding her, he was still weak to her touch.
Her fingers hastily and blindly undid the laces; her hands tugged the waistband of his briefs down and freed his member, already stiff, a bead of arousal pooling at the tip. A nearly inaudible sigh escaped him.
But when her finger swirled around the tip of his member, his sigh caught in a choke. "Z-Zelda…" She smiled as her hand barely settled on the length, and he was convinced that her feathery and light touches were some sort of blissful type of torture.
But her hand finally closed over his member, gripping him fully and stroking him with yet another skill she'd acquired in their years together. He fell against her, latching his mouth onto her nipple again as his pleasure empowered him to lap at her breasts ravenously.
There was nothing but sweet sighs and pleasured moans as they just revelled in the contact, their bodies real and hot beneath each other's touch. All the cold, dark days became forgotten as that moment, warm and bright, overshadowed all others.
She shifted back for a moment. The release from her hands and the quick draw from his mouth made him twitch with desperation before he realized that she was taking off the last of her garments.
His frustration quickly switched to excitement. He lowered his own trousers and she wrapped herself back around him again, only this time, she aligned his member with her entrance, wet and ready for him. The tight heat of her body enraptured him as soon as they connected.
Zelda breathed out heavily against him, her mouth parted and eyes shut. His brows pinched inwards and upwards, unable to hide his wanton pleasure from watching her and hearing her usually steady voice tremble with pleasure when she moaned his name.
Holding onto his shoulders desperately, she began to push herself up and down with a slow and steady pace. The room, previously chilling to the bone, was torrid as their slick bodies rocked together.
His eyes traced every outline and curve of her face, wandering over the blush that smeared over the bridge over her nose and her cheekbones, and watching the bead of sweat roll down her temple. With his hands on her hips, he guided her where he could as she grinded down on him.
The hardened peaks of her breasts grazed his bare chest with every rise and fall, a touch that made his toes curl and his hips unwittingly buck against her. Zelda gasped and he chased the sound, pushing up against her with a need that challenged her own.
The building pleasure nearly became too much. Zelda leaned her forehead against his, her eyes clenched shut, nails biting into the skin of his shoulders, and breath warm and sweet over the lower half of his face.
Her hips came down harder and faster, building up until he could feel her legs clench around his waist and her heat tighten around his member. Feeling her approach her climax, Link lovingly murmured, "Zelda." All at once, she threw her hips down one last time, riding out her orgasm in a slow desperate grind as she threw her head back and cried out.
Link watched her with amazement, always finding himself terribly captivated by her pleasure and the obvious enjoyment that not even years of practice and routine could hinder. His hips pitched upwards on their own accord and she cried out again, still sensitive from her peak.
He canted against her again, and then over and over as his core tightened, knowing his climax was within reach. It wasn't long before Zelda came down to earth and began moving on him once more, eager to make him feel the pleasure she had. Her movements were more feverish and clumsier than before; she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed his chest flat against hers. That desperation was the last straw.
With a surge of heat shooting through him, he pitched his hips against her one last time, still tight and clenching around him. His member tensed, pulsing, and with a strained grunt, he spent himself within her.
A pleased sigh escaped Zelda as her hands unlocked from his shoulders and her hands came up on either side of Link's face, tilting him upwards and pressing her lips against his. Carefully, she eased herself up and off him, though her legs were still shaky from it all.
Both spent from their peaks, they lied back on the bed with heavy breaths. Absently, Zelda brushed aside the sweat-sodden bangs that fell in his face with a soft, sated smile, and he naturally leaned into her touch. Her hand was so gentle and soft, he couldn't help pressing a kiss on her palm. Even in the twilight, her pale eyes twinkled, her love for him emanating like light.
Though they were quiet, neither fell asleep. It was a comfortable silence in which they held onto one another, a privilege that neither of them were permitted the last couple of weeks. Their legs were tangled, brushing with every absent movement, and their chests touched with every breath.
Link's hand settled on her ribcage, dreamily stroking her side as he watched her. She looked so serene, eyes closed and breath soft, that he was certain she fell asleep. "I love you," he assuredly murmured under his breath.
To his surprise, her lips stretched into a small smile as her eyes peered open. "Say it again."
He couldn't help the bashful smile. "I love you." He punctuated his words with a kiss on her cheek. And he repeated himself as he kissed down the slant of her jaw, and again on the curve of her elegant neck and the bend of her strong shoulder. She sighed blissfully, running her hands down his hardened back and resting her hip against his.
Hand still holding her side, his thumb strayed to the underside of her breast, grazing her ever so gently. "Link," she murmured, and he hummed questioningly, suddenly silent again in his ministrations. "I…" He looked up at her from her collarbone, eyes glazed and curious, and her brows pinched as she worried her lip with her teeth. Her thighs rubbed his, desperate for any kind of friction as she tried to articulate herself. "I want more of you."
Goddesses, her words raptured him, the simplicity of it, the genuineness, the weight of it stressed with her perfect enunciation. He ran his mouth across her breasts again with open-mouthed kisses; he wasn't nearly as articulate, but goddesses forbid he didn't show her how badly he wanted her as well.
When he found the spot he'd sunken his teeth in earlier, he licked it lovingly, almost as if in apology, and she curled her hands into his hair. And when he swirled his tongue around her nipple, she tightened her grip, pulling and arching and pleading. She hooked a leg over his, dragging her core against his thigh, and he growled against her skin at the slick contact.
Taking the hardened peak between his lips, he suckled on her breast and pressed her back against the mattress, holding her steady as she shifted against the sheets. His body swayed against her and another wave of excitement flooded her senses when she felt a familiar pressure prodding against her stomach again. She hooked her other leg around his waist and locked her ankles at his back, arching into him.
"Please, just take me," Zelda whinged, and he groaned in response. How was he supposed to have any semblance of self-control when she was making noises like that?
Without further delay, Link took his member into his hand and lined himself up to her. Still tired from their first round, they didn't speak much as their slick and flushed bodies slid against one another. Link barely remembered how cold it was earlier given the tangible heat of the room and the slippery heat enveloping his member.
A strong wave of pleasure emanated with every rolling movement he made, the fullness of him reaching into the very depths of her core and making her moan blissfully. As he started building up a rhythm yet again, fast and heady, his hands swept Zelda's dark hair off her shoulders and he pressed his lips against her bare skin, stealing glances of her rosy cheeks and her parted lips.
Link ran his hands lovingly on her thighs and she instinctively spread them a little wider, sending his next thrust just the slightest bit deeper. "Oh," she moaned, and his eyes narrowed on her gaping mouth as she held the sound like a vice.
His hands curled on her thighs and possessively pressed them flat against the bed, a terribly lustful thing for him to do, but he was heady with the thrill and terribly exhausted and truth be told, it only drove her mad. As badly as she wanted him to move faster, with his hands keeping her in place she could only do so much wriggling her hips.
Slyly, Zelda dug her fingers into his wheat blond hair, dragging him closer and kissing him hot and desperate and insatiable. When her tongue skirted over his teeth, she earned a groan from Link and he instinctively snapped his hips down harder and faster.
He drew his mouth back down to her chest, his teeth scraping over her skin in a way he knew drove his wife wild. When he bit the curve of her breast and left yet another mark, Zelda tightened and called his name into his hair, voice cracking and trembling.
He'd thrusted through her peak, watching and admiring as Zelda writhed against the bed in her pleasure, her eyes closed and mouth open. In a swift movement, Link tucked his inner elbows under her knees and raised her lower body off the bed. His member sunk even deeper in her, painfully tight from her orgasm, and it drove him to ecstasy. His eyes clenched shut, legs trembling, as he released himself into her deepest reaches once more.
There was a still moment in which he couldn't tell if it'd gone silent or the ringing in his ears overpowered their cries. But the pure pleasure of it all made him weak and tired, and he collapsed on the bed beside her.
She was breathing heavily as well, her chest rising and falling, and within moments the ringing in his ears subsided. After a moment, he blurted, "Wow."
Zelda smiled at that, meeting his wide gaze with a mirth dancing in her eyes. Lazily, she brought the sheets up around them and curled into his chest.
Sleep finally began to grip at her but she quietly said, "My thoughts exactly." He chuckled a little and cuddled closer, his face burrowed in her hair and his arm holding her tight as he joined her in the first blissful night of sleep they'd had in a while.