He had her speechless— the fantasies he wove for her were enticing, alluring. They weren’t even finished and already, she craved his touch— to feel full of him and wrapped around him. If he truly was home to stay, then all they had was time to make up for. In the day, they would spend time together as they always had, and at night, they could spend their hours this way: naked and rutting together, learning one another in an entirely new way.<br/><br/>“Cameron,” she whined, her voice needy as her hips grinded against him, the sound of his balls slapping against her thighs echoing in the chamber. As the rest of the castle slept, its Queen was quite occupied behind her closed doors. “I’m so close.” Far and away from pain, she moaned with each deep grind that brought him closer. She could feel her cunt pulsing on his cock as she frantically pressed sloppy kisses to the side of his sweaty neck.<br/><br/>“Let us be alone often,” she simpered, enjoying the sounds of their wet union, her pussy dripping as it trembled on the edge for him, “I already miss the feeling of your cock filling me, of your tongue inside me—“ Gwendolyn gently bit the side of his neck, her teeth leaving a small pink imprint on his skin. “Cum, my darling. My cunt is thirsty for your seed...” She punctuated this statement with a hard upward grind of her hips, grinding the hood of her clit into his pelvis.