Era Erotica Ch 34

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Thirty-Four: folklore

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Rom, Creampie

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2020

Peace. It all around them. Inside of them. Neither could possibly be more at peace than they were at this very moment. Nestled beneath a thick woolen blanket, their bodies intimately intertwined within the recesses of an Adirondack chair. Their gaze was tilted skyward, taking in the majesty of the heavens laid out before them. The purple and pink skies had given way to their own private show of nighttime celestial magic, sparkling like an ever-glowing mirrorball. With no one around but the crickets, they were utterly and absolutely alone. Quietly the insects chirped in the surrounding woodland, a personal symphony to serenade them, conducted by the gentle crackle of the fire before them. They'd spent the entire day outdoors. A lazy late morning, followed tranquil picnic lunch down by the lake, picking bouquets of wildflowers and a serene hike to a clifftop overlook with beautiful blue skies. The entire valley had been laid out before them, looking like one Taylor's many quarantine paintings.

Free from responsibilities, from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Free from 2020, even if just for a little while. It was a brief break from her rerecording, which was going better than even she had dared hope. Phones hadn't been turned on since they arrived at the isolated, albeit luxuriously stocked cabin. The Colorado wilderness was the perfect remote getaway, and Cole couldn't have asked for a more perfectly picturesque place for his big plans. And now, it was time for the culmination of those plans. One final question to ask.

"Can't beat that view." He whispered into Taylor's ear, the floral smell of her hair filling his nostrils as he squeezed her tight, her body a balm against the chill air.

"No, you can't." She replied, her beautiful face still upturned to the tapestry of stars.

Of course, he wasn't referring to the stars, but the visage of the woman he loved beside him. It was time. He couldn't stand to wait one more minute. He'd waited so long already. And strangely enough, he felt very calm, the nerves long plaguing him noticeably absent. For once, he was the one with the sly grin instead of her. Untangling himself from her plethora of long limbs, she looked at him quizzically as he rose. Staring at her with all the attention in the world, he cleared his throat loudly and slowly descended. His right knee came to rest in the cool, damp grass. The glow of the fire played across her confused features, the blanket falling from her cardigan-clad shoulders, her blonde head glowing with starlight.

"Taylor Alison Swift..." He started to say, pulling a small ornately crafted box from his pocket. Any confusion vanished, turned to surprised disbelief as her mouth opened, rounded in shock as her hands shot up. "...I could spend my whole life trying to put into words how I feel about you. Sometimes it seems like I've spent a good portion of it already, doing just that. Words seem inadequate. Every time I come up with something, it just doesn't seem enough. So, let me just say this. I have loved you for nearly all my life, even if I didn't realize it right away. But, no more wasted time. There's only one question I can think to ask." He took a deep breath as a smile touched his lips. "I think I know the answer, but I bought you this shiny thing to really seal the deal." He paused and took yet another breath. "Will you marry me?"

Even the crickets seemed to have gone silent as he opened the box, presenting the ring to her. She gasped, her eyes welling up with tears of joy.

"Cole...I...I..." She was speechless, lost for words, a feat not easily achieved when it came to a wordsmith such as her. Still, her head was already nodding even as her lips fumbled over the answer. "I...I can't believe...of...of course! I've loved you for so long too. Absolutely yes! I love you! I just...I love you so much."

Launching herself out of the chair and into his awaiting arms, they came together in an unbreakable embrace. For a moment, they just held each other. Then her lips found his and they kissed. A kiss like never before. One that seemed to stop the world itself. On and on it lingered, and just how long they remained there, with their lips pressed together beneath the stars, neither would ever be able to say. When they finally broke apart, he held the box forward with the ring once more, offering it up with a shaking hand. An equally shaking hand extended forward, holding her ring finger aloft as he slid it on the spindly digit. It came to rest, securely fastened, in the place it was always destined for. Taylor's blue eyes finally fixated on it, seeing truly for the first time. Her jaw dropped once more.

"Holy shit! Shiny? This thing is blinding!"

Poorly suppressing another grin, he too looked at the 13-carat crystal clear diamond perched atop the rose gold band. The firelight made it sparkle like the stars overhead, as it did with the other dozen diamonds inlaid into the band itself, symmetrically place around the entirety of the ring. Each of them came in at the precise weight of 1.3 carats.

"There's so many things I want to say, but my mind is just a blur. It's spinning around." She said looked from the ring on her finger to the man she loved. "I love you. I love-" He kissed her again, quieting her with his mouth.

His mind was a hurricane too, chaotically swirling in a storm of happiness. There would be time for more words later, but for now that kiss was a start. The happiness, the love inside of them was building, their bodies knowing that something more than a passionate kiss was needed to finish the sentiment.

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The darkened bedroom door banged open, the two of them wrapped up in each other as they staggered and stumbled towards the awaiting bed. A trail of garments followed them from the front door. Fumbling fingers failingly tugged at the remaining clothing, struggling to discard them. One of the fingers was weighted down more than usual. Falling onto the bed, still half-dressed they rolled around with their lips glued together, breaking only for the occasional euphoric laugh of blissful happiness. His shirt-half unbuttoned; her pants caught around her knees, they paused for a tender moment. Their breathing was the only sound as they pressed foreheads together and simply stared into each other's eyes. One, a set of brilliant blue. The other a gleaming set of emerald green.

"I love you." He whispered, his hands still shaking.

"I love

you

." She whispered in return, with trembling lips.

As their eyelids slowly closed and they kissed again, so much of their love was conveyed with the slightest of actions. A tender caress of fingertips along bare flesh, eliciting a myriad of goosebumps. A husky whisper of their lover's name. A breathy moan of charged anticipation. The spark of electricity that had always existed between them was surging, stronger than it had ever been, jolting their clumsy limbs forward into motion as the last of the clothes were stripped clean. Thrown to the four corners of the room, neither cared where their garments landed. Buttons were popped off. Lace panties were flung like a rubber band, landing atop the lampshade. Socks ripped off and a bra nearly snapped in two, until they were completely and utterly nude.

Beholding each other's naked bodies, as though for the first time over a decade ago, their reverie broke as they slipped between the sheets. Cole was atop Taylor, his body pressed into hers. He could feel her breasts against his chest, both nipples a point of stiffness in the otherwise soft pillowy and perky mounds. Hands sliding along her body, they trailed from her ultrasmooth calves across her expanse of thighs, to her rounded hips, moving ever upwards with the lightest of touches. They came to cup her face and he kissed her once more. A string of saliva connected them as he propped himself up, elevated above her. His cock rested at the threshold of her velvet labia, the purple-headed crown of his member tickling her soft inner thighs as he jostled for positioning.

"Mrs. Taylor Stephens. It has a nice ring to it." He said, with a voice full of mirth as he looked down, her blonde hair running like a silky river of flaxen wheat over the pillow.

"Mr. Cole Swift. I like that better." She said with a sly grin to rival his own.

He considered it for a moment before laughing and saying, "You're right. That is way better."

Their fingers intermingled as Taylor's hands rested above her head. Atop the pillow they rested, her knuckles ever-so-lightly brushed the headboard. Fingers interlocked; he could feel the metal of the ring against his own digits. He squeezed tighter, lowering himself and kissing her with a fierce passion of anticipation. Tongues probed, gentle at first, but quickly building to a pair of twisting and slithering serpents as they sought out the far corners of the other's mouth. Mushroomhead sliding back and forth, it teased her wet dribbly lips. With a roll of hips, he pushed in, entering her like he had so many countless times before. Even with all their experiences together, this time felt different. Special. Unique. Once-in-a-twenty-lifetimes. She fit him a glove, sheathed like a sword. It's like they were made for each other. And maybe in a way, they had been.

Slow sensual thrusts slipped through her buttery smooth velvet lady lips. It took everything he had to give, and then some. A slick, wet tunnel of love with a rock-hard fleshy rod filling it completely. Their lips only broke apart to suck in a gasp of air or release a moan of pleasure that sent shivers shooting down both of their spines. Deep, controlled breathing changed to shallow, frantic and frenzied. Their hearts beat in tandem, a fast-paced tempo to match their lovemaking. Interlaced fingers unlocking, her hands slipped away to run through his dark hair and clutched the back of his head as his hips continued crashing into hers like waves breaking on the beach. He felt a couple of hairs tugged by the heavy metal ring adorning her finger.

"Make love to me...forever and always..." She whispered, a sensual and soft string of syllables into his ear.

"Always, Swift."

The slow, steady rhythmic thrusting picked up, egged on by her appreciative moaning, her furrowed and twisted brow and the biting of her ripe lower lip. Body bucking and moving beneath him, he felt smooth legs lifting and sliding up his thighs before they wrapped themselves tightly around his lower half. Locked in a deep embrace, he was deeper in her than ever before. Hot breath tickled their faces as his powerful arms squeezed around her torso, holding her just as tight as she was holding him. Fingers drifted down from his head to rake his back, just hard enough to leave a mark as they burrowed into the mass of muscles straining there.

The cold of the night, the troubles of the world, was far away as white-hot love built in both of them, fueling a fire of burning passion. A long low groan emanated from his lips as he drove into her, over and over again. Each pass of his pelvis sent him so deep inside the woman he loved, the sensations were exploding in unimaginable churning pleasure. Feelings, both tangible and abstract, twisted together as their love-making surged towards a tall towering peak of no return. Constricting sheets were kicked away in anger, a frustrated bunched up pillow was tossed to the side, her head hitting the flat of the mattress with a gentle thump. Frantic thrusting sent the top of her head bumping against the headboard every time, but she didn't notice or care at all. The bed shook along with them.

"Taylor. It feels like...like..." His brain couldn't think. His mouth couldn't form words. Every aspect of his being was focused on the woman sharing his bed, sharing his body, sharing his soul.

"I know... Oh, Cole! Yes, baby!" Taylor was equally at a loss, so in love with the man inside of her, that all she could do was give everything she had to him, and he to her.

"Taylor! Swift! Swift! Oh, I love you! Love you! Love!" He grunted with each and every thrust, a tantric mantra to their love.

"Love! You! Too! Cole!"

It was too much. Pure, unfiltered pleasure rippled back and forth in equal measure, the ultimate physical expression of the raw power of their love. Passion that had once raged hotter than a scorching fire had burned to searing ember, one that would stand the test of time, the long years to come that would stretch into the future. Neither needed to say it. They both knew the other was on the brink of blissful climax.

"T-T-Taylor!" Cole managed to mumble as he gave one final thrust and began to pepper her womb with an explosive spraying of hot sticky seed.

"C-C-Cole!" Taylor cried just before the moment she blacked out, her twat convulsing and body shaking all over.

Toes curled. Fingers twitched. Muscles and teeth alike clenched. High-pitched shrieks blended with deep grunts tones. Their bodies, coiled and tense as the orgasms worked their way through their systems, gradually loosened. Deep into one another they fell, heavy panting growing shallow once more. The lightest of nuzzles, blind kisses in the darkness eventually stirred their lips to speak once more.

"I love you Cole." She whispered, her lips brushing his cheek.

"I love you too Swift..." He replied, happier than he could remember ever being.

As feeling gradually returned to the rest of their bodies, he motioned to pull out of her, his cock giving a final twitch that sent a jolt through Taylor's body.

With a moan, she said, "No...don't pull out, just stay a little longer. Like this."

Content not to move another muscle, he remained on top of her. It was subtle at first, nearly imperceptible. First, he felt slight shivers of her snatch run along his dick. Then it was her hips, beginning to move ever-so-slightly. When those ultra-smooth stems tighten around him once more and she rolled him over with somewhat clumsy dexterity, he knew what was coming next. His softening member still lodged deep inside of her, he could feel the telltale trickle of their love liquids leaking down her thighs onto his groin, although he couldn't see it. Her chest against his, she kissed him again, both hands on his cheeks, her hips rotating in tiny circles, gyrating atop his lap.

"I don't ever want this to end. Let's cum again...both of us...I just...I love you..."

His response was to run his fingers through her hair and kiss her back as their body's gears began grinding again. Ultra-sensitive in his post-orgasmic state, he felt his softening prick, quickly begin to harden again as Taylor's hips and lips worked their magic. It was the only natural reaction to such stimulation. It didn't matter that he'd just cum. It was Taylor. His hands slid from her hair, down her neck, along the pale flesh of her slender back and came to rest upon her hips, where he lightly latched on. They followed her trajectory of up and down as they kissed, her loose blonde locks hanging down and tickling his chin as they bodies worked in tandem.

"Yes Swift. Let's cum again...and again...and again..."

A wet sloshing sounded, its origin stemming from their leaky groins, the ultimate lubricant as Taylor slid up and down his shaft, now back to a fully stiffened mast and hitting her deepest point once more. The bed creaked in protest as she rode him, breaking their kiss to sit up straight. Tall above him, she stared down with love drunk glee as her hips danced this way and that. Hands running up her body, they cupped her breasts and fingers gently tweaking her pointed nipples before moving upwards to play with her hair. Lifting it to the tips before letting it fall back down as she shook it out, all while continuing her nonstop up and down motion. All the while, her eyes watched him, squirming and writing beneath her. With a sweet smile, she titled her head back, exposing her throat as she let out a long-honeyed moan in the direction of the ceiling.

"Damn, you are so unbelievably beautiful." He said from below. "I just can't..."

Those blue eyes snapped opened and she cut him off, swiftly bending back down and kissing him, her playful hands coming to rest on his chest.

"You're not too bad yourself." She said, squeezing his chiseled pectoral muscles.

There was a hectic, chaotic motion now as the two kissed, neither willing to break it as Taylor's lower lips gripped his member, clinging to it fiercely as she bounced up and down. Faster and faster, she rode him, quickly reaching the speed they'd been going at it only a few minutes before. His fingers clung even harder to her hips, digging in with a firm grip, as her ample buttocks clapped against his thighs. A wonderful sensation for the eyes and ears alike. Everything he'd emptied into her previous had damn near been emptied out, flowing outwards and downwards in a slippery slick puddle of their love. However, she wasn't to remain empty for even another minute longer.

"Cole..." She whispered. "I think...I think...oh, baby! I'm cumming again!"

Those words were like magic. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding off until she said it. "Me too Swift." He said with a gasp, and then clenched his jaw tight.

With another loud shriek, Taylor sat up tall again and unleashed a climatic cacophony to the heavens. Almost in slow motion, he saw her blonde hair flying, body trembling and shaking. With a roar of his own, his balls twitched, erupting searing hot spunk as she came down hard one final time.

Both cried out until it felt like their voices would give out. The throes of their passion intermingled as perfectly as the two of them did. Pumping her full, emptying himself utterly with whatever he had left in the tank, they held onto one another as Taylor returned to laying atop his chest. Sweat cooled on their bodies as they held one another and their breathing returned to normal. Neither could help from laughing, so blissfully happy were they as their lips touched for one final time that night. Only then did Taylor clamber off him and flop down next to him. Nestled in his arms, they both lay in silence, because nothing else needed to be said between them. And before either knew it, sleep overtook them and the night of their engagement slipped away into another moment in time.

Tomorrow would bring the news to family, friends, and eventually then the greater world. Both of them had an inkling of what their story would be like. How it would be told. How it would be passed from mouth to mouth. From social media post to social media post. It would become the stuff of legend. A fairy tale...a kind of folklore. A story told forever throughout the annals of pop culture. The popstar who married her best friend.

End of Chapter Thirty-Four