She felt the broad head of his cock slide against her, coating itself in her juices. Then without further hesitation he plunged into her, stretching her wider than she thought she could handle as he buried himself into her as deep as he could.
Maureen jerked and shook from the heat of him as well as his girth, the pleasure mingling with exquisite pain. The best kind. The kind intertwined with glorious bliss, the sensations growing stronger with every thrust of his rigid cock as he slammed into her with increasingly frantic energy.
She matched his enthusiasm, throwing her hips back, his groin slapping against her ass with a loud smack over and over as she shifted her position slightly, angling herself so his balls swung forward and hit her clit just right. He read her body and made an adjustment of his own, pivoting with each stroke so his thickly veined cock rubbed her G-spot with greater pressure.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as the orgasm that had been slowly building suddenly erupted through her body.
“Yesss!” he groaned, pulling her hips and burying himself deep inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he shot gush after gush of hot cum into her eager hole.
The sensation was incredible. So hot, so much texture against her sensitive flesh. Maureen felt the world spin as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her, melting her into an oblivious puddle of pure ecstasy.
Bodok’s enormous arms wrapped around her tight, holding her upright where her legs were no more than jelly beneath her, supporting her weight with his hands as well as his cock still so hard and so deep inside her.
His arms squeezed tight, encircling her in his muscular embrace, the twitching rod between his legs teasing every last ounce of pleasure out of her as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
Finally, her senses returned.
Mostly.
Her vision was still a little blurry, but it was more than clear enough to see the man behind her. She turned her head, beads of sweat on her brow.
“Goddamn,” she growled with joy. “You’re incredible.”
His eyes flashed hot passion and his cock grew impossibly harder inside her. His mouth pressed to hers, tasting the sweat on her lips, reveling in it, their tongues dancing, intertwined in a perfect post-coital kiss.
Best of my life, bar none, Maureen thought, although she wouldn’t tell him that. Not yet, at least. She’d seen how some men’s egos swelled with sexual praise, though her gut told her Bodok needed no such pumping up to bolster his self-worth.
They worked together. Not just well, but amazingly. The way their bodies fit was exceptional and unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Maureen’s legs regained their strength, the runes on her skin channeling their power into her, bolstering her and giving her a second wind. Oh, if only they had more time to revel in each other’s touch.
She shifted her stance, sliding up and down on his cock, feeling his still-hard girth pressing her open in the most delightful way. Bodok trembled with pleasure but pulled himself out.
“There is no time.”
Maureen rubbed her ass against his length. “Just a little more.”
“They are expecting us,” he replied, stepping back, but clearly reluctantly. “We must be prudent.”
“Fine,” she said, turning to face him.
Maureen dropped to her knees and slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking hard, licking her juices from him from base to tip, finally pulling free with a wet smack, the taste of salty cum fresh on her tongue. She was so ready for more, and he was too, but he was right. They couldn’t afford to mess this up, because if they played their cards right, they could arrange another meeting.
As soon as possible, at that.
They forced themselves to straighten up, stepping back from each other, though their bodies wanted nothing more than to remain entwined. They then pulled their clothes back into place, each of them staring hungrily at the other’s exposed flesh as it disappeared beneath the fabric.
“Again,” she said, burying her face in his chest and smelling his musk. “And soon.”
“As soon as possible,” he replied. “Tell me your fixed chores and I will adjust my work to meet you. We will find another window to be with each other.”
Her heart threatened to burst at his words. The passion and desire behind them.
“Okay,” she said. “Listen close.”
There were several tasks that were carried out on a regular schedule, and with those they could attempt to structure a framework from which to plan their next rendezvous.
Bodok noted them all, committing her words to memory before extinguishing the candles and leading her out of the container. They looked around. The coast was clear and no one was the wiser. They refrained from a kiss, sufficing with an affectionate caress of the fingertips. Then he turned and headed back to the work camp while she went the opposite direction, carrying her parcels to her waiting mistress.
