His moan grows hungry and feral.
“Show me no mercy,” he begs.
Our threshold, cast to the side.
“As you wish.”
We writhe against the tree, dawn cresting over his shoulder.
A moment of relentless passion.
Pure indulgence.
I worship his body with every inch of mine.
The tilt of his hips gives the most delicious satisfaction.
“Ahhh... ahhh…”
It hits us in waves, our bodies moving as one.
“Amos…” he whimpers.
“Mmm?”
“When you reach the edge… I want you to finish inside me.”
He doesn’t usually allow this.
But after last night’s confession, our intimacy knows no bounds.
Pleasure washes over us in layers.
Bodies merging, we melt into each kiss.
I slow it down to savour every minute.
Then at last we surrender, warmth flowing between us.
And I cry out in elation, uttering those three precious words.
???
Sunrise illuminates the sky in vibrant pinks and yellows.
I cradle him for a while before he lowers his legs to stand.
Back at the tent, he heats some water over the fire.
When it cools a fraction, I soak our hand towels in it.
We wash each other's bodies, keeping his inked wrist dry.
Slow sensual strokes are peppered with kisses.
Steam rises from the cloth, warm and wet between our legs.
Post orgasmic bliss heightens the sensation, soft friction arousing us both.
