She moaned, tossing her head around. I thrust up, connecting with her core, drenching my fingers in her slick channel. Bending back to her chest, I sucked one nipple between my lips, tasting and moving within her.
With the one free hand I had left, I gripped her palm. Finding her hands right where I’d left them, I searched one out. Our fingers entwined as I gave her permission to be herself. She accepted greedily, squeezing me back, her opposite fingers finding my shoulder and curling against it.
I pushed inside her until something gave. She cried out, stretching her torso, languishing in the heat. My time had come. Finally, she’d been satisfied, and I could take my turn. I reared up, struggling out of my jacket and lifting my shirt, casting it away. I undid my fly, pushing the pants and underwear off, not caring where they fell.
She was warm and hungry for me when I returned, opening her arms to welcome me in. I wasted no time finding her vacuum and filling it with my prod. She was so slick I just raced right in, nothing stopping me until our hips met.
The warmth of her body surrounded me, calling me back to a primal era. The final lap was worth the wait. She was everything I had ever imagined and more. I spread my legs against the mattress, urging her even wider.
Gripping her by the hips, I yanked her up, angling her pelvis so that I could rock against it with ease. There was no time to waste in conventional pursuits. I wanted to dig in and down, to crush her eager flower with my prick. She tilted back, following my lead exactly. Her toes curled under, and she rose to the challenge.
Sitting up on my haunches, I thrust into her, holding her hips and banging out a staccato rhythm. Meara made a sound like a woman running a marathon, like she was determined to finish no matter the cost.
I threw everything I had into the encounter, driving us both forward, revealing my true nature. She tensed up, her abdomen clenching and her chest rising. I took her to the breaking point and left her breathless, aching with desire. Planting my hand beside her ear, I bent over her, delivering my finale.
When I felt my seed leaking free and saw stars behind my eyes, she was right there with me. I held on like a drowning man. She was my life raft, my goddess. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek on her shoulder. It took a long time to settle back down to reality. Feelings and images came to me piecemeal. I recognized her chest, slick with sweat, rising and falling softly beneath me.
I still had one hand on her hip, the remnant of a mission that seemed so important just moments ago. I pulled out, rolling over to lie beside her. She grabbed the covers and pulled them over us, snuggling up against me. I wasn’t done yet. There were still plenty of hours left in the day and plenty of things I wanted to attend to. But it was a good time to take a break and listen to the beating of our hearts. I didn’t want to admit it, but I suspected I was falling in love.