Bondmates

Wind belched softly as he set his empty plate aside, giving Star a sheepish smile. “The food was good, and as usual I ate too much,” he admitted. “If I wind up fat and lazy in my old age you’ll be to blame.”

Star chuckled and shook her head. "You'll never be fat. You keep yourself too busy to get fat."

He grinned and reached for her. “I know something we can do to work a bit of that meal off me.”

She mock fought him off. "Oh do you now?"

His cock hardened at her struggles. The resistance, though token, excited him the way it always did. “Yes I do.”

Wind stood, grabbing her and swinging her onto his shoulder, intending to carry her to the furs and pillows where they slept, and did other, much more memorable things.

Star chuckled and kicked her legs as she pummeled Wind's back. "You beast! Put me down!"

“Good plan,” Wind remarked as he lay her on the pillows and furs that made up their bed, pinning her there with his weight, his erection pressing to her thigh as he held her down.

She was flushed, her hair in wild disarray, eyes bright with amusement. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her, then lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

Star's arms wound round his neck and she pulled him closer as she returned his kiss, her mouth opening to let his tongue in.

Wind’s tongue sparred gently with hers, the touch intimate, tender. His heart raced, body responding to the rising passion. He touched her breast, felt the hard pebble of the nipple beneath his palm, her desire for him clear.

"Wind," she murmured against his chest, "I love you so much." Her hands began pulling at his clothes.