He kissed my neck, his fingers from one hand reaching for my clit, and he stroked my throbbing bud. He inched inside me. The feeling of fullness and desire had me panting and moaning in equal measure. I thrust against him.
“Hard, Luke. Take me hard,” I pleaded.
He rammed inside me, pulling all the way out then pushing all the way in. It was slow to start with, but then I heard him grunting as if in pain. He was close, and so was I. Our movements were getting quicker and more erratic the closer we came. My head spun and my body tingled, and I squeezed him as another orgasm claimed me. Luke roared out his release, leaning his mouth against my neck as he shuddered through his climax.
Once we recovered and our breathing had returned to normal, we dressed in silence. Before leaving the shed, Luke gathered me into his arms and dispatched the sweetest of kisses to my lips. He brushed the hair away from my face, finger-combing it.
“Are you okay, Fliss?”
“Hmm, perfect. You?”
“Never felt better.”
We left the shed hand-in-hand and retraced our steps back to where the party was now beginning to wind down.
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