Their bodies twisted, tangled, emblazoned together in fire; in passion.
His tawny skin felt hot, his muscles hard against her soft flesh. The pounding syncopation of their movements was more than she had ever felt with another man. His masculine power reverberated against her inner walls, throughout her body until she felt she may come apart entirely.
He had a workman’s hands. Rough and calloused from years of manual labor. His brute force, the way he pulled her into him as though she had no mass at all, made her succumb to him each time. This affair, torrid as it were, was her escape. In a life of constant control, meticulous organization, with him she did not have to think; she could relinquish all control to him and find all-encompassing ecstasy.
He reveled in her beauty, and cherished each time he was able to lay kisses upon her golden skin. Collarbone to pelvis, she embodied feminine curvature. All sweet scent and taste, he yearned to entice her body to release.
He took her in his arms, gripping her around her ribs and coaxing her legs up against his sides. He pounded relentlessly, denying that this would ever end, that they would have to go away separately again. She felt him throb inside of her, growing in anticipation of their mutual climax. He held the back of her head in one hand, and she looked into his eyes. Whether this was simply passion for her, or something more, was unclear, but he loved the way she looked at him. Her defiance shone through the blue, even though she submitted to him, and it made him crazy. He would see those eyes when they were apart, dreaming of ways to make her come for him.
Their climax happened like a flood, she moaned and he released a deep guttural growl. Goosebumps raised on her skin, and sweat glistened on his broad chest. They lay there, together as one, neither prepared to leave for another several days before they would see each other again. For now, this is what they had, and it satiated what each of them were missing in their own private lives. They would ask no questions; an unspoken understanding was made long before they’d ever shared their bodies. And until they were ready to take control of their own happiness, this is where they would find respite.
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