“Pretty as a picture,” I whisper, coming up behind her. “Hold onto the desk with one hand, work your clit with the other.”
I squeeze lube into my hands and warm it before I stroke it along her ass. “Just like that, baby,” I tell her. “That’s my girl.”
I unzip my pants and glide my cock out, dragging it along her lubed asshole and groaning. “So fucking tight,” I groan. “So fucking perfect. Christ, woman, I love you.”
“And I love you,” she breathes, as I push the head of my cock through the tight ring of muscle. She moans, gasps, writhes as I take her, so ready to come after a few firm thrusts she’s whimpering and begging me.
“Come, baby,” I order. “Come just like this.”
I explode into ecstasy just seconds before she does, lashing into her. She’s so tight and perfect, her little mewls and groans making my own climax heighten. I pump into her, gripping her hips so tight little fingerprints dot her skin, riding my own orgasm as she milks her own spasms of pleasure. Finally, she slumps against the desk and I lean down to kiss her hot, damp neck, then lick the place I kissed.
“Delicious,” I groan. “Fucking perfect.”
“Don’t let us ever forget again,” she whispers. “That wasn’t the island, Cy. That’s… that’s us. Me, and you, and whatever we become when we’re together. Please, Cy. That was so perfect.”
Her eyes are closed and there’s a look of utter contentment on her face. She’s right. Our love is like no other.
Wild and free.
Ferocious and primal.
Perfect, savage love.