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"Read them aloud," she said softly.
She smiled. He skipped over the pages like a blushing school boy. It was cute, honestly. A word she wouldn't usually apply to her big, burly and tattooed forest man.
"Embarrassed?"
Eden frowned.
"Hardly."
She smirked.
"I didn't think you'd be the type to keep books like this around."
"I bought a lot. They had them at the market. I didn't bother looking inside to see the kind of books they'd be."
"Oh, really~? These books certainly are well worn," she teased.
"Nothing else to do out here. Unless I was going to just crank one out. And I can't do that every second of the day."
She lifted her eyebrows. "You sure about that? Because I've got bruises on my hips that say otherwise."
"I should go buy some more books when I'm out."
"And fill the entire cabin with it?"
"I suppose it'll keep the drafts out. Once they're read enough, they could make decent toilet paper. Or kindling."
She gasped at that.
"Eden!"
"What?"
"Not to a book."
He laughed.
"Here you are, getting defensive about the honor of bodice rippers."
"It's disrespectful to hurt books."
"All right, I guess we'll keep them around. But don't blame me when you've nothing to use as kindling."
"We've got lots of wood, because you always chop it for us," she said.
"Mmm, suppose so," Eden said.
And she sure did enjoy watching him chop wood. And how he would drop the axe and take a rest right there in the clearing, and fuck her in the grass until they were both spent.
Eden began to read aloud again. This time, after being teased by her, he didn't skip the juicy parts.
"But, I cannot. I must remain pure."
He smirked. "A man like me knows ways to give a woman pleasure that you could not imagine and still leave you pure. Or at least, pure enough."
He leaned in and kissed her. She clutched to him with desperate fervor. All her sense of control began to release.
He slipped his hands under her skirts. She rubbed against his calloused hands with abandon. It did not take long until her pleasure burst up like fireworks. She cried out his name.
"Alphonse...!"
"Remember this name, princess. Remember it when you marry that man you don't love. Remember it when he can't get you to come, and goes off with his mistress."
"Alphonse, please..."
He stopped suddenly. She could see his growing bulge through his jeans.
She shifted, until her chest was pressed against him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved upwards, until she began to caress his bulge through his jeans.
"Be my Alphonse?"
Eden snorted.
"He's an awful fancy sort. If you're looking for some rakish noble in me, you're looking in the wrong place."
"That's not what I'm asking. You'll always be my Eden. What I want is for you to go like that..."
"You want me to do that? With my hands?"
She nodded enthusiastically.
He set the book aside, and undid her jeans just enough to slip his large, calloused hands against her. Her labia was already slick with desire. She whimpered and rubbed desperately against his fingers, leaving his hand wet and smelling of her skin.
His hair was light brown, and cut close to his face. A new stubble had come, and she liked it when he left just a little to leave her thighs marked when he went down on her. She reached up to push open his flannel shirt, so she could get a good view of his scarred, tattooed and deeply muscled chest.
There were tattooed thorns and vines up his arms, his back and over his chest. She'd licked every tattoo, root to stem so many times. Roses bloomed on his chest, the tattoo a deep red.
She liked to watch the way his muscles moved so seamlessly, caught in the tattoo vines. Whether it be working in on the farm, or working her, his thumb rough against her sensitive clit.
"And you say I've got a high sex drive. Look at you, rutting against me like you're in heat."
All she could do was moan. Eden's hands were so very talented that he could leave her breathless and moaning to screaming. And as Eden always put it: there was nobody to hear them out here but the wolves.
"Now, I know how it ends. But this Alphonse? I could never be like that. Because I'd take what I want. Titles be damned. But for this, we can play some kind of pretend if you're into that."
He teased her slick vagina with the tips of his finger.
"Now, start grinding harder."
She whimpered as she rubbed herself even harder and more desperately against his hand. She clutched tight to his arm and gasped as she suddenly came. Her pleasure was so intense that it was overwhelming. He'd gotten ruthlessly better, until he could fuck her to orgasm in mere minutes.
And each orgasm was so, so exquisite. Even more so with the knowledge that with Eden's tastes, he'd have her fucked good many more times that day.
"F-Fuck."
"You've got a pretty dirty mouth, there."
"You know what happens next in the story? The lady gets on her knees and pleasures Alphonse."
"That so?" She said.
Eden sat down before the fire. Somewhat wobbly from her last orgasm, she got on her knees, and rested her palms on his thighs.
"If you don't pull your hair back, I'm liable to come on it by accident," Eden said.
He brushed his hands through her red hair. It'd grown quite long. She'd cut it, but Eden was ever captivated by her long hair, so she put it in braids to keep from getting tangled up when she cleared the gardens.
"That's okay. I like being covered in your come," she said.
He smiled.
"You're such a dirty girl."
"For you," she said.
His face softened at that.
She took his big cock in her hands, and licked the shaft all the way to the tip. She met his gaze the entire time.
She pulled away. "So did you get so hard just from reading, or from fingering me? Or was it the book?"
"Less talking, more sucking," he said.
She laughed, but returned to her task. She took him as far as she could manage and worked her tongue over the shaft, until his knees shuddered. It was a pride, that she could make her big burly hunter so weak in the knees so easily.
He gripped her shoulders and started to thrust deep into her mouth. She had no gag reflex, and could take him all the way to the hilt. Something which had always amazed him.
He thrust into her deep and desperate, and she never broke eye contact. Determined until the last. It only seemed to make him more turned on. No matter how roughly he thrust into her mouth, she took it, and took all of him.
His cock was big enough to leave her mouth sore. But that was half the pleasure in a good fuck. Being left drooling and slightly raw from just how much he could fill her up.
Determined to not let him beat her, considering how fast he'd made her come, she was ruthless in how she used her tongue on him.
And eventually, she felt a warm rush that let her know she'd won.
Or maybe, they'd both won.
He brushed a warm hand over her hair. "Damn, you've gotten good with that mouth of yours. When you aren't being sassy, that is."
She licked her lips and didn't break eye contact.
"D-damn, woman...."
She swallowed, and smiled. So damn proud of herself. She wiped her mouth clean.
"You've made sure I've had plenty of practice," she said.
"Eden, could you read some more tonight?"
"If I keep reading like this, neither of us will be walking straight tomorrow. The next part, the Lady and Alphonse try and figure out other ways to keep her virginity intact. There's a whole lot of them."
"Nobody is waiting on us. The crops won't die if we only weed them a little tomorrow," she said.
A lost orphan and a mountain man with no one else. No one in the world missed them or wanted them. But they'd found each other.
"Oh, all right," Eden said.
He reached for the book again from where he'd set it. In their passion, he'd lost the place and began to go scene by scene to tell where he'd last read.
"Do they get together in the end?"
"I'm not about to spoil it," he said.
She nudged him.
"All right. It's a romance. Of course they get together in the end. Alphonse finally gets to give her a seeing to, as well. And they have kids. Oh and Alphonse ends up being a secret Duke who outranks the evil guy she was about forced to marry and they're all happy," Eden said.
She laughed. "So much for not spoiling it."
"I didn't want you getting upset over a damn bodice ripper. I'd have to turn the book into kindling myself if it made you cry," Eden said.
She cuddled up beside him and reached up to kiss him. His stubble brushed against her cheek. She loved the friction of getting to be close to his slightly unshaven, chiseled jaw.
"I'm not upset. I would've ripped out the ending and written my own if it was unhappy. Because that's what you have to do in life. You have to grab your own happy endings, even if it hurts."
Which she knew all too well when she'd left the town behind to go live in the forest.
"And you're still not allowed to put books as kindling," she said.
"If you say so," he said.
He read on and she curled up against him. The fire was stoked high. The night was long, and there was little to do tomorrow but chores. No one would mind if they slept in after a night spent before the fire.