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With her fingers tangled in my hair and my name on her lips, she arches her back and an incomparable satisfaction washes over me when she comes with my face between her thighs.
I quickly shuck off my pants and boxers, then crawl up on the bed beside her to hold her while she recovers from the climax. I clutch her against me, and sweeping my hand up and down her spine, I count her heartbeats and catalogue each one of her breaths. I’m going to need these memories when she’s gone.
Gently gripping the wedding ring hanging from my chain, her lips brush over my chest and her tongue swirls the hollow of my throat and it feels so damn good. When I can’t take it anymore, I haul her on top of me.
She splays her body over mine. Her warm skin surrounds me everywhere like a blanket and her knees brace the outsides of my thighs.
“You feel amazing,” I groan, shutting my eyes and running my fingers over her ass, up her back, into her hair.
She breathes into my neck. “Davis…” She reaches back, gripping my hard pulsing cock and nestling my shaft between her ass cheeks.
Pressing her body to mine, I shamelessly croak out her name.
She holds my erection right there and starts moving, slicking her drenched pussy up and down the length of my cock. Bringing me back to when we were teenagers, finding all kinds of ways to explore each other’s bodies without going all the way.
But now, I’m a grown man. And I want everything she has to give me.
“That feels amazing, Princess,” I groan, working my hips in time with hers. “But I need more.”
“More?” she asks, her voice wrapped in silk and lace and desire.
“I need to be inside your sweet pussy, Alana. I need you to ride me.” In one swift movement, I grab her hips, lifting her off me and angling her entrance over the head of my dick.
Alana lowers herself, throwing her head back as her walls stretch to accommodate my thickness. “Oh my god, Davis,” she moans and then she begins to move. She rocks and she grinds and she whirls her hips as I drive upward inside of her.
This woman is so beautiful, it’s almost painful to watch. The way her face morphs each time I hit that spot deep within. The way her breathing stutters when I roll her nipples between my fingers. The way she hisses with ecstasy when I swipe my thumb back and forth on her clit.
“Harder. Please,” she says frantically, tugging on her own hair. “Harder, Davis.”
My palms curl around her waist. I lift her off of me before slamming her back down on my cock. She shudders all over and my name sputters past her lips, so I fucking do it again. Our bodies slap together as I do it again and again and again, never getting enough. Always wanting more of her.
When she leans forward to reach my lips, I rise into a sitting position so we can fucking devour each other. At the contact of our lips, our bodies go up in flames.
Our passion blazes. A wildfire in this bed.
An invisible clock counts down in the dark. Frantic and desperate, we make love in the flames.
With the growl of a wild animal, I flip her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress. I reenter her tunnel and bear down, thrusting relentlessly until we’re both sweating and breathless.
The earthquake starts at her core and quickly spreads through her shaking limbs, and then through me. It’s a powerful, chaotic orgasm that moves through us both, like a natural disaster. Perfectly synchronized. We ride it together, our bodies moving as one.
I don’t stop until I’ve emptied the last drop of my release inside her pussy.
We’re being so fucking reckless.
She screams my name and the sound bounces off the walls of the small cabin. I imagine it echoing all the way back to the bonfire.
Good. Let this whole fucking town know who she belongs to. She belongs to me, dammit.
Alana struggles to recover from the orgasm. “Davis…” she whispers in a broken cry, pulling me down beside her.
I ball her up in my arms, kissing her temple and her forehead and her sweat-slicked hair. “I’ve got you, Princess. I’ve got you.”
A quiet settles in the air as Alana’s breathing grows calmer and the sweat dries on my back. I hold her tighter than I should, like I’m scared she’ll slip away. She just might.
Who the fuck knows what tomorrow holds…?
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