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I had waited long enough — I was done being a good boy. I plunged my dick inside her and had the instant reward of hearing her scream with happiness. Good thing we were a full mile past where most other runners went, or someone would’ve heard — her voice echoed off the trees, reverberating over and over in my ears. It was a gorgeous sound.
“Oh, Simon,” she whispered under her breath like a prayer. Her words turned to steam in the cold winter air. I couldn’t feel the chill. She was keeping me so very warm.
Had I ever felt anything as good as being balls deep inside Catya? I didn’t think so. And from the sounds she was making, I guessed the feeling was mutual. I could die like this, I thought. Like those lovers in Pompeii, sheathed by Catya’s pussy. And if that were the case, I’d die a happy, happy man.
The pace of my thrusting picked up, in and out, in and out with the rhythm of a jazz musician. Each thrust made her shudder and squeal, and I knew she wasn’t putting on a performance for my sake. She was loving every second of it.
We were fully making the beast with two backs as my hips raced to and away from her, my cock going deeper than I’d ever known it could.
It’s hard to say how much time passed, but at some point, I decided that I wanted to have her every way possible before we orgasmed, which might have been sooner rather than later if my straining cock had anything to say about it.
Without warning, I rolled her over and pulled her by her belly up to her knees, my hands gripping her thick ass to make sure she didn’t fall over. She gasped, then stuck her ass up further in the air, wiggling it like a demand — don’t stop fucking me.
“You want this?” I asked her.
“You know I do,” she growled back, needy and ready. “Don’t stop fucking me, not now, not ever.”
I slipped my cock inside her once more, and hunched over her back, a crazed animal with a singular goal.
I knew I was hitting her g-spot, because she cried, “Oh my God!”
My words had escaped me, had vanished into thin air. Did I still speak English? If so, I’d forgotten it. In its place was just a litany of grunts and groans, primal noises that transcended modern language.
I’d had every intention of trying all the positions in the book, of running through a veritable Kama Sutra of material, but I realized then that, despite my best efforts, we wouldn’t make it. Her body was quivering with pleasure and my cock was straining, ready to blow an enormous load.
“I’m going to come,” she managed through labored breaths.
The rate of my thrusts increased as I strove to bring her to orgasm. I couldn’t come until she did, that would be ungentlemanly.
“Simon!” she screamed.
“Say it. Say it again, say my name,” I ordered, also close to the edge.
This time, it was louder, more urgent. “Simon!”
Damnit, and here I’d been, vowing that she would come first. Unfortunately, my body had different ideas. Her crying out my name had been all my dick needed. My knees buckled as an orgasm tore through me like flames, filling every single square inch of my body, inside and out, with pleasure, bathing me in happiness.
Catya collapsed beneath me, her legs sprawling out as I withdrew and watched her squirt all over the forest floor, her pussy spraying like a fountain. She shivered beneath me, the tail end of her orgasm seeming to go on forever. We were splayed out in a heap, exhausted, ecstatic, blissful, satiated.
I hefted her up carefully from the ground, wiping off the dirt that had marred her beautiful chest.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said apologetically.
“Don’t be sorry,” she returned. “I like to get dirty.” She paused, and added, “I’ve never squirted with anyone before. I didn’t even know I could do that.”
“Well, get ready to learn about every way you can feel good, because I won’t be done with you until we’ve found every switch inside your bones. Okay?”
She giggled, and replied, “I like that plan. And consider it a two-way street.”
I grinned, laid down on my back and tugged Catya in close to me, until her thigh was thrown over my torso, her arm over my chest. We snuggled tightly for warmth and for pleasure, encircling one another like yin and yang, our bodies in harmony.
And I knew, in my heart, that this couldn’t be the last time this happened. I’d experienced the purest of happiness, and would not let go. We had indeed past the point of no return.
Chapter 18
Catya
The sex.
How to describe it?
It was… it was…
Well, I’ll have to settle for a list of words, because full sentences couldn’t encapsulate the experience that was screwing Simon. So, herewith, some terms that don’t even begin to approach how incredible the whole thing was, but were the best I have at my disposal.
