“How much can you take?” he asks, husky voice tinged with uncontained lust.
“Give me all you have,” I whisper, licking my dry lips, thirsty for him to unleash himself.
“Remember, you asked for that.”
He fucks me mindless until I lose any notion of time, sense, and thought.
We leave the bed for the couch.
He thrusts into me from behind, and I moan so loud that the jungle quiets. He’s insatiable and I experience an out-of-body experience.
From the couch, we move outside.
“They will hear,” I hear myself telling him, but the protest sounds weak.
I couldn’t care less. He shed every layer of decency, revealing my baser, animalistic side that just wants to fuck her mate, not caring about anything else.
He bends me over, crouching me on all fours on the lounge bed.
Gripping my thighs, he drives inside of me. “Let them. Let them hear how I fuck the woman I’m crazy about.” He sounds hoarse, lost in pleasure.
Feeling his cock pulsing leaves me breathless as he fucks me doggy style. I come again. It’s like I haven’t stopped coming in the last hour.
He grows even bigger inside of me, making me even more aware of him conquering and rearranging my insides. With the last of my strength, I look over my shoulder. His ripped body strains, fingers digging into my flesh.
Growling, he throws his head back and comes in long spurts, filling me up with his essence.
I fall on my belly onto the lounge bed, sweaty, limp, but satisfied. I can’t move, completely boneless.
He pulls out of me, kissing along my spine sweetly, in contrast with how hard he took me—calm and satiated for now. Rolling on my back, I feel his come leaking, coating my thighs.
The stars blink above while I lie motionless, catching my breath after the most intense experience of my life.
Rushing inside, he returns with a washcloth. On the other arm, a sheet dangles—so attentive. I relish his care, soaking it up like it’s the very air I breathe to stay alive. He cleanses me, placing a tender kiss on my pussy and then tucks me under the sheet, kissing along my heated skin, causing goose bumps to erupt.
With the last of my strength, I place my cheek on his chest, and he caresses my back.
“That was unbeatable.”
He chuckles. “I’m an athlete, so I am not only disciplined but competitive. Sure you want to take that road?”
I tap the tip of his nose, grinning. “I thought you’d say that. But I am all for it. That was the best sex of my life.”
He smirks, looking proud. “Was it now? We still have a few days left, and I won’t rest until I top that.”
Silence falls and I lift my chin, our eyes locking. “Ian, we could never be just… we’re so much more, but we both know why we can’t.”
He sighs, placing an arm under his neck. “It gets blurrier. Even the valid reason loses importance when you experience what it would be like…”
I know. I feel the same and I catch myself thinking of a solution. We’re adults, but my father isn’t just anyone, and I’ve always sought his approval.
The chaos of my thoughts threatens to burst my peaceful, post coital bliss.
I drop a kiss on his neck, inhaling his heady scent, him and a hint of spice.
How will I be able to return to just friends after everything that has transpired between us? It edges on the impossible and is beyond my control. I needed to explore our chemistry, ignoring the consequences and common sense. Just like the first time.
It’s not a mistake. Nothing with him ever feels like it.
