Falcon's Beginning

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Chapter 7-Echoes of the Right Time

Falcon let her head loll back, exposing her neck to Tristan’s hungry mouth. “How did you know?” He muttered with a smile against her soft skin. Falcon grinned, whispering, “I always know.” Letting his mouth slide over her smooth skin, feeling a fire erupt in her belly, Falcon groaned quietly, a low, guttural sound. Gently, they slid to the sandy floor of the cave, a tangle of limbs and flesh. Falcon twisted, claiming Tristan’s mouth harshly, gripping the back of his shirt as she pulled him closer to her exposed skin. Growling in a wanton display of lust, the scout pressed her down to the floor with his body, passion erupting to life as he made torturous and slow love to her lithe body. Falcon gasped as his rough hands teased her breast band off and gently began attending to her chest and then explored her dips and hollows, making her ache for him, arching her back to try and gain closer contact. Falcons own hands quickly divested the scout of his shirt, moving quickly to his breeches and beginning on the lacing there. Tristan chuckled, suddenly lowering his full weight onto her as he trapped her hands, bringing them instead to rest above her head, her smaller wrists caught between his strong hands. “No...uhh..” Falcon groaned, her stomach twisting in knots. “Not...fair...-ah!” She cried as his mouth consumed her nipple, teasing and rolling the tender flesh between his teeth. Holding her hand in one of his own, Tristan quickly divested himself of his remaining clothing, leaving Falcon squirming under him, still with her loincloth intact. Falcon arched suddenly, grinding her hips against him, making the dark haired man gasp and rock his own hips, pushing her down again to the floor. He released her hands, letting her stroke his muscled and sculpted chest, tracing the scars there, first with her fingers, then with her mouth. Their skin seemed to burn, heat erupting wherever they touched. Reaching down between them, Tristan’s talented fingers made Falcon’s legs fall open as a storm brewed between her legs, waiting to be unleashed. Shifting, positioning himself between her legs, Tristan trailed his hand down again to ease his aching manhood into Falcon’s heat, the feeling of sheer exuberance almost bringing him to climax immediately. Partially sheathed, he leant his weight on his elbows and looked down at the radiant woman under him. Falcon smiled, twisting a hand into his hair and bringing his head down to meld his mouth to hers. Tristan arched his back, and thrust, powerfully, into her. A cry escaped her mouth, only to be swallowed by his own, as Tristan stilled and waited for her to adjust. “The pain will pass...” He whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment. Tristan started to withdraw himself, then buried himself again, a needy moan from Falcon’s swollen mouth spurring him on. Her hips grinding up to meet his, bodies straining to complete their purpose, the lovers entwined in the cave cried out as they hit their release, their minds lost in an eternal sweetness, clinging to each other as they descended. For several minutes they lay there, Tristan still inside her, the pair appeased and exhausted. Content simply to listen to the rain echoing in the cave around them. Echoes. Falcon jerked suddenly.
“Tristan?”
“Mmm?”
“This cave echoes.” She muttered, blushing hotly.
Tristan chuckled.
“I know. Why else do you think I said about the time?”