Overhead, a bird of prey screeches and soars on a rising pocket of air. Oh my God. Making love in the desert is beyond exotic.
“Babe.” Slowly he enters my body until he’s fully sheathed.
Once seated, he pushes up in little circles, teasing my sweet spot.
Eyes open, we stare into each other’s eyes. He knows I know he’s hurting. Perhaps sex will ease his sorrow and dull his pain.
He shoves deep and I cry out as orgasmic pressure builds. Nerve endings all over my body zing and I go higher.
His hand reaches between us, his thumb flicks over my nub, and he whispers into my ear. “Together. Three… two…”
“One…” Inside me he swells and when he presses on my bud, I explode and shudder around him in a divine pleasure so pure, the whole fucking world stops turning.
Groaning, he plunges into my aftershocks with several of his own. As one, we rock each other until there’s nothing left but heavenly nothingness.
When we finally open our eyes, I’m surprised we’re still in the desert. For sure, something so spectacular should’ve transported us to some alternate reality.
“Holy fuck.”
“The holiest.”
“I hereby declare, sex-in-the-desert the best.” When Suds smiles, my chest aches with a love so deep, it scares me and yet I don’t want this to end. I slip one toe to the sand as he releases the pressure holding me against the rock.
“I second your motion.”
“Did I hurt you?” His hand slides up and down my back.
“Only in the best of ways.” I may have a bruise here and there but I will cherish each and every one because it will remind me of this mind blowing moment.
Sweetly, he pulls out and kisses my swollen lips. “I love you, Mrs. Sutcliff.”
“Ditto, Mr. Sutcliff.” I grab my clothes from the desert floor and butt my head into his abs like a billy goat while he’s searching for his shirt.
Laughing, he falls to the sand.
I’m thinking round two and so is he as we tumble in the dirt but grinding gears in the distance makes us both scramble to our feet.
“Cabin. Now.” Suds reaches for his gun.
