My wound tugs, a dull pain, reminding me that this is far from what we should be doing, but I ignore it and focus on the beautiful woman riding my cock.
Claire swivels up and down, her pussy tightening and telling me just where she is on her ascent to climax. One thing is for sure, in all the time Claire and I spent together prior to taking a break from sexual activities, I got very acquainted with her body and the way it ebbs and flows.
She brings her face to mine, kissing me with a feverish intensity.
I fight to pace myself, to revel in experiencing this fleeting moment with her.
Claire rocks herself steadily into me, shortening the strides but thrusting them deeper.
I run my tongue along her bottom lip and drag it into my mouth with my teeth, nibbling and sucking at it gently.
She reacts by digging her hands into the sheets near my head, getting a better grip to push herself into me. She lets out a soft moan, the sound fluttering straight to my cock.
“Together?” Claire breathes into me.
“Together,” I mutter in response, grabbing her ass and taking over our rhythm, sending her spiraling around me the second I take control.
I explode inside of her, a wave of both pleasure and pain rippling through my body. Somehow the mixture of the two intensifies the sensation, and I welcome it all.
A perfect depiction of our lives together: so much darkness, yet so much fucking light.