She shivered and obeyed.
Her emotions switched to one thought: wanting me to take her.
It would be my pleasure to comply.
Bending my legs, I drove upward.
Her back arched as I slid inside her liquid heat. Higher and higher, stretching her.
“God, Jethro—yes!”
I gathered her close, holding her tightly as I climbed deeper. Only once she fully encased me did I thrust.
Our lips glued together, and we rode each other.
It wasn’t rhythmic or sensual.
It was purely animalistic and primal.
“I won’t last—I can’t last.”
“I don’t care.” Her pussy tightened as I drove faster. “Just prove to me you’re alive.”
“That I can do.”
It didn’t take long.
My body had no endurance and time spent apart meant everything about Nila bewitched me into exploding far too fast.
With each thrust, the pleasure turned catastrophic; my balls tightened.
“Oh, fuck...” Lightning shards shot up my cock, spurting inside her. “Hell, yes.” Waves of release crippled me as I splashed inside the woman I wanted forever. I bit my lip as my legs seized, my cock impaling her over and over again.
The last spurt left me lightheaded, but it’d been the shortest, sharpest, and most rewarding orgasm I’d ever had.
“Goddammit, it’s good to see you.”
Having her in my arms, coming inside her, knowing we were together again, helped wipe away my worries and justbe.
* * * * *
“Where’s Moth and Wings?”
Nila’s voice wrapped around my satisfaction, dragging me back to her. The chill of the stables faded thanks to the heat lamps I’d turned on above.
I rolled over to face her; my unbuckled belt and jeans clinked.
Somehow, after I’d orgasmed, we’d stumbled down the corridor of the stables and collapsed on top of one of the hay bales in a spare stall. Nila had lost her shoes, and her black jacket was rumpled and dusty from rubbing against the wall but she’d never looked more beautiful. She still hadn’t removed her hood though, and strange emotions trickled from her—hidden and quiet—scaring me more as minutes ticked past.
I was exceedingly aware of her every thought and also intimately mindful that Nila hadn’t come.
I mean to rectify that.
Her mind raced, sending flickers of ideas and questions in every direction. I let them wash over me, not wanting to focus on reality just yet.
This might be the only time we get to steal perfection like this before it’s over.
I meant to indulge as long as I could.
