“I’ve never had to do this,” Amelia said as she stooped to clean the dirt from her legs.
I was a bit surprised that she’d never washed herself in a stream before. I couldn’t count how many times I’d bathed in the river that bordered my foster-father’s farm.
“You always got to use the baths in Astros?” I asked.
Amelia nodded. “I like this though. It feels a bit more natural than the paved and tiled bath houses that I’m used to.”
“I’ve always enjoyed it better when I could get to a good stream and wash. Better than having to tip a bucket of water over your head.”
Amelia laughed, her voice clear like a bell in the forest. She turned around. “I can’t reach my back very well. Can you get it for me?”
“It would be my pleasure,” I said. I took a handful of the soft sand and rubbed it against her shining white shoulder blades. Her shoulders were rounder and more delicate than mine.
I continued rubbing the skin as I moved lower, cleaning the dirt away and massaging the muscles.
Amelia groaned softly as I did so. “That feels good; keep going. I didn’t realize how sore my back was after being tied up against the side of that wagon.”
I worked my hands into the small of her back, massaging the knots away. I moved my hands a bit lower still, rubbing the skin clean where her back curved into the perfect swell of her buttocks.
Amelia laughed. “I didn’t say I needed an ass massage.”
“No, but I knew you wanted one anyway.” I kissed her shoulder where her wet hair stopped and turned her around to face me.
She shied away my gaze. “William, I. . .”
I interrupted her. “Help me wash my back and then we can get out of here.”
I turned around, and Amelia started to massage my back. The muscles were sore, and I could tell there would be bruises where my back had been pressed up against the side of the wagon for days, bumping up and down the stony road.
After she’d finished, I stepped out onto a patch of smooth sand on the bank and leaned down to hold out a hand to Amelia. As she rose out of the stream, the water poured off her body. She looked like a goddess. Every curve gleamed in the moonlight.
The air was almost still this night, and my body felt warm after being submerged in the cool water. We walked back over to the fire, taking turns to dry our hair and bodies on the sheepskin blanket as we went. Once I had built up the fire again, Amelia and I stood and gazed into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were a bright ice-blue. Staring into them was like looking into a deep well; I couldn’t fathom their depths.
Her full lips were parted, the tip of her tongue just showing between her sparkling white teeth. I reached out my hand and stroked her cheek with my palm. She raised her hand, laying her fingers over mine.
“The prophecy said I would need companions on this adventure,” I said. “I couldn’t imagine a better companion than you.”
“And I couldn’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be,” Amelia said, and stepped forward.
She brushed her lips against mine. I moved my hand to her back and pulled her body to me. Our lips met, and our tongues entwined. I breathed in her scent, fresh from the water of the stream. The taste of her tongue against mine was sweet.
Amelia’s hard nipples pressed against my chest. Her flesh was warm against mine. As she pressed herself against me, I felt myself growing hard. Amelia reached her hand down while we kissed and seized my stiffening cock. I groaned as pleasure flooded my body.
Amelia broke off kissing me and brought her face away from mine.
She gasped as she looked down. “Wow, it’s quite large.”
She knelt against the sand and gazed at my manhood admiringly. My pulse quickened as she took it in her right hand, while with her left hand she cupped my jewels. I watched her chest rise and fall more quickly as the sight of me magnified her arousal. As my cock grew rock solid, she kissed it gently, as though it were some kind of precious gift.
Her eyes met mine as she placed her lips around it and took it into her mouth. As she started to move her mouth up and down, she let out a soft moan, and my manhood grew increasingly hard.
She continued to work up and down, her lips making a slick sound against my hard flesh.
I withdrew my cock and brought Amelia to her feet. Her lips glistened, and there was an intensity in her eyes.
“Your turn.” I gestured to where her white cloak lay on the ground next to us. She lay on the soft wool, her pale flesh gleaming.
I knelt over her and stroked the soft skin of her stomach as I worked lower and took her nipples between my lips, one after the other. A moan escaped her lips. I worked my way lower, past the full round shape of her breasts, down to her navel. My hands stroked her thighs, and she parted her legs.
I moved downward and kissed the fine skin above her neatly trimmed pubic area. She shuddered in response, and I went a little lower.
The sight of her glistening sex ignited a hunger within me.
As I tickled her slickness with my tongue, I massaged the region around her opening with my fingers. Her entrance was already wet and relaxed. I began to gently insert my fingers and stimulate the walls of her sex as my tongue continued to rub her clitoris back and forth.
Amelia’s moans were growing louder at this point. “Yes, more. I want you inside of me, William.”
She shuffled to the side and put a hand on my chest, pushing me onto my back against the soft wool of the sheep skin. I lay there as she lifted her right leg
