They had become one with the elements as the tension of their climaxes faded, leaving them exhausted and satiated for the time being. Devlin sat back down on the bench with an audible plop, with Kate remaining on top of him and running her hands through his fragrant hair.
Their bodies were cast in a film of perspiration and carnal scents and fluids. But Kate had no desire to leap away from him, the way she often did when she allowed a few lovers to see who she truly was beneath the visage of her pain. Of course, what they had all seen was a mere glimpse. None of it would compare to the tenderness she and Devlin had shared, even in their first dalliance.
As she leaned her head against his, she thought that he knew her body so well without ever having to ask about what made her melt. Perhaps, it was the intuitive nature of the shifter that allowed him such awareness.
Maybe it was something else completely.
Devlin moved his fingers up and down Kate’s back, returning to the soft caresses he’d begun with. He moved them up and down her back and even along the wonderful curve of her ass. It made her quiver in a way that was so relaxing and peaceful.
Devlin was the first to speak, a deep rumbling in the evening air. “And how was that for you?”
They both began to laugh without Kate even having to answer. She sat on top of him, comfortable, giggling and kissing his forehead and cheeks, waiting for the urge to clothe herself and to return to hiding behind the veil of shame she lived with on a consistent basis.
But it never came, and that was both riveting and terrifying.
“Devlin,” she murmured, indulging in his hands which were then moving over her tummy and tracing her breasts. “That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
She didn’t know why she confessed it. It had just come out, like a waterfall. He stopped moving his fingers around the outside of her breasts, then gave her a smug smile.
“I hope you’re not saying that to make me feel better,” he said, giving her a wink.
Kate leaned against his forehead, smiling ear to ear. She loved the way her breasts felt pressed against his chest; it was all so natural and comforting.
“Five out of five stars,” she whispered. “I will be sure to recommend you to my friends.”
He chuckled, then continued his way along her nipples, playing with them softly. Kate couldn’t believe it, but she found that they were hard again, as was he, even with having barely recovered from their initial romp.
She leaned back, frowning with a startled excitement. “Are you …”
“Yes,” he said breathlessly.
Devlin lifted her off him with one quick motion, and she turned around without thinking twice, bending over and offering her glistening pussy to him once more.
“Take me from behind,” she said. “I love it from behind.”
He groaned delightfully, then rose, kissing her ass cheeks and moving all the way up her back. Kate found a tree to lean against, and she propped up her luscious bum, feeling the same urgency she had felt earlier come to life.
It was like the man had cast a fucking spell on her.
Devlin easily slid back inside her, her sensitive insides pulsing as she opened her mouth wide and moaned quietly. He started slowly as he had previously, getting her used to his size again. But it didn’t take long for Kate to want him ravenously, pushing her ass against his cock and encouraging him to hammer into her. He stroked perfectly at the insides of her G-spot, making her bite her lip and nearly piercing the supple skin.
“Oh, Kate, oh my god,” he grunted in the dark.
Kate had never let herself be so vulnerable in her entire life. She felt surreal, leaning against a tree while the hottest man she’d ever met in her life fucked her from behind because that was the way she wanted it. She wanted sex, and she wanted it from him, and she didn’t feel ashamed of it.
Her breasts bounced against her as he began to slap inside of her with an inhuman liveliness. He once again zeroed in on her pleasure, making sure that she saw the face of God first. It happened rather quickly once he began thrusting at an even pace, making her legs feel like noodles as she nearly collapsed onto the garden.
“Oh, fuck, Devlin!”
There was no point in remaining coy. Kate cried out as her climax coursed through her body, just as fierce as the first two, echoing in the silence of their little salacious universe.
He spilled inside of her again, which blew her mind, groaning and falling over her back while a growl rumbled through his throat. The two finally collapsed onto the ground, the coolness of the earth enchanting their drenched and tired limbs.
Kate lay naked on her back whimpering, the silhouette of the roses cast against the brilliance of the moon looking like a painting. She felt like a painting that had been nourished, cultivated, and dedicated to for the first time in her entire life.
Devlin fell next to her, first onto his knees, then he laid on his side. His handsome face was distorted into a pleased yet fatigued expression. She moved her eyes from the sky and the moon peeking through the canopy to her lover and reached out to touch his cheek.
“What are you doing to me?” she murmured.