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"It's embarrassing..." Nightsail whined, hiding her face in his chest as the two lay on the fur blankets that covered the camping bedroll. This was the fifth night they'd spent in the forest, together in the leather canvas tent. After First of Dusk and her brother Dawning Flint had rescued her from her room late at night, Nightsail and First of Dusk had escaped to the forest where they now resided, camping in the snow like they had so many times before.

"It can't be as embarrassing as the way you reacted to seeing me naked for the first time." First of Dusk assured her. On the third night the two had given in to long held back emotions and desires, and spent their first night as lovers together. They'd both been virgins, and while there had been some awkwardness it was a night both had enjoyed more than anything ever before. Naturally they'd felt the same urges to lie together the night after, and then tonight again. This time after their lovemaking they'd started talking about all the things they'd thought about each other before this. Including the risque thoughts neither knew the other had been entertaining in private.

"This isn't like that, though! At least that surprise ended up being a nice one..." Nightsail protested, still hiding her face.

"Come on, I'll tell you what I thought about you in return." He said. He'd asked her what thoughts she'd been having of him the times she'd masturbated, even though she'd never managed to reach climax before getting far too embarrassed about them to continue. Now she was just as embarrassed about the idea of voicing them.

"They're not particularly filthy or anything..." she admitted. "They're just...just really personal."

"You know I'm not going to think they're silly then." He chuckled, hand running down her back, the naked form pressed against him still unbelievably beautiful no matter how many times he saw it.

"...Promise you won't laugh?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I promise, my love." He told her.

Nightsail sighed and looked away as she spoke.

"I'd think about you sitting behind me, whispering into my ear how beautiful you think I am, how much you love me...kissing my neck, wrapping your hands around my waist..." She told him, sounding as if she was forcing the words out through sheer embarrassment. "And I'd imagine you pressing me down against the couch when we were together at your home, and then you telling me how much you wanted me..."

"Wow, so you got off on imagining me...just being sort of romantic?" He asked, surprise clear on his face.

"You said you wouldn't make fun!"

"I'm not! I think it's really sweet..." he assured her with a laugh. "If that was all it took thinking about to get you to finish, then these last few nights must have been kind of wild "

"I never actually managed to finish." She admitted, again looking away. "I just got too embarrassed thinking about it. As if you'd realize what I had done somehow."

"You know...if I had realized that, I'd probably have made that fantasy a reality." He told her. "In fact...want me to do it now?"

"You want to..." she trailed off as she realized what he was offering. "O-oh...please. Yes."

First of Dusk sat up and pulled her into his lap. He rested her back against his chest and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. He did love holding her like this, even when she wasn't naked, as they both were now.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known, Nightsail..." he whispered to her. Immediately he felt her body tense and began to shiver as his voice played over her ear. Her breath hitched as he planted a kiss on her exposed neck, continuing. "Eyes like malachite under the pale moonlight, deep...enchanting...I could kiss your lips every minute and never grow tired of feeling them against mine..."

This wasn't fair. First of Dusk had always been good with words, a budding poet who could weave stories and songs so well. He had helped her so often with her writing classes that she had learned to recognize anything written by him. Now he was using that gift to tell her all she had fantasized about hearing.

His hand traced down her stomach, drawing a sensual trail lower to between her legs where he found her sex still wet from their love making.

"I love you, Nightsail. From head to tail, you're like radiant starlight dancing in the night, so beautiful I think it cannot be real" he whispered, breath playing over her ear. She let out a long moan as his fingers found her clit and rubbed gently above it in the way he'd now learned would put her into ecstasy. She whined and her legs trembled, face growing hot from the embarrassment of enjoying his words so much.

"Every part of you reminds me of how I fell in love with you so badly as to steal you away..." He planted kisses along her neck, held her close as his hand gently ran in circles above her clit. His words were honest. She could tell this wasn't an act he was putting to indulge her. He was pouring his heart out to her just like she'd imagined so many times in private.

"Ahhh....Mmhm! Oh gods, First, please..." She begged, squirming in his lap even as she prayed he'd keep going.

"I've wanted you for years, Nightsail..." He breathed, teeth lightly grazing over her nape, making her shiver. "I didn't realize how badly it was that I wanted you until now. And I never want to let go now that you're here."

Nightsail's breaths became frantic, feeling the building climax. She'd never been this close before just touching herself. Even though it was him doing it, just touching like this had never before brought her so far. She reached down and put her hand over his as he rubbed small, fast circles just above her clit. She joined him and pressed his fingers against that spot, rubbing herself alongside him.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop" she desperately intoned over and over, voice reaching higher and higher as her body began to shake, head rolling back to rest against his shoulder. Her eyes were unfocused, her mind only hearing his praise and loving words. She never wanted this to end.

First of Dusk whispered to her, tongue running over her earlobe as he spoke.

"There's that beautiful voice I can't stand to go a day without..." He whispered, feeling the heat under his slick fingers as she writhed in his lap. "I want to hear this single every night..."

She couldn't stop the climax that had been building even if she had wanted to. Nightsail let out a shuddering cry and her whole body shook in First of Dusk's arms. She rode out the waves of orgasm that crashed through her body, a feeling she had become intimately acquainted with in the last few days. She felt her nethers flush with heat, and the sharp tingles that gathered there quickly spread out to the rest of her, thundering through her chest as her body contorted uncontrollably.

That was another thing Nightsail had never known about herself. She hadn't even masturbated to orgasm before, so when she'd first experienced it with him burying his tongue within her she had almost drowned him in how wet she became. Enough that now it sprayed down onto the fur blanket and soaked her legs as he continued to rub and slide his fingers above her clit, and then down to her folds to feel the way she was squirting.

Finally the shaking died down to gentle shivers. She relaxed against him, practically limp, breath coming in heavy gasps. She had rolled her head back onto his shoulder and now nuzzled at his neck, hot breath on his skin as she took in his scent and felt him close against her.

"Wow." He said gently. "I can't believe just telling you all of that made you get off so hard."

Nightsail groaned and reached up to hold his forearm as she lay back against him.

"I never managed to finish before...but I think I preferred you doing it for me." She said quietly.

"So if I had ever said any of that to you before this...would you have just squirted right there?" He teased, nuzzling her hair against his nose.

"Oh come on." Nightsail buried her head in her hands. "Don't make me think about that..."