Orchard, behind the cut
He had me flat on my back before I knew it. Grass tickled as he got his hands under me, seeking my skin beneath my clothes. His mouth was hard on mine, his tongue insistent, and he growled low in his throat. Four months of frustration lay in his touch. It damned well echoed mine and I rose to meet him, using everything I had to stoke his ardor hotter. I wanted to lose ourselves in it before the hammer fell again and ruined it.
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Joshua needed her now. The niceties needed to be thrown aside. He yanked her cargo pants and underwear down off her in one swift motion, groaning with the desire for her. He fumbled with his own pants and once free, lifted her on top of him, and with her sitting on top of him, he began to move inside of her, the motions of animal desire, the conscious brain already buried deep with him.
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Four months of going without had tightened me up and he stretched me going in. I bit back a moan and bore it until my body softened around him. Joshua thrust hard and deep, his hands on my hips trapping me against him. Not that I minded. I planted my knees and dug my feet in, clutched his wrists and rocked in time with him. Aware of nothing but our bodies, of the raw lust ripping through us, I tipped my head back and let everything go.
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It really had been too long. The heat of them was going to tip him over the edge far too soon then he would prefer, but he couldn't do anything about it. His mind was not in control of his body anymore. He managed to last a few minutes, glorious intense minutes before he reached his peak and exploded in white hot passion. As it washed over him, he could sense she was close and kept going so that she could reach her peak as well.
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I think I screamed. I know I went blind. I came to with my throat raw and my eyes blinking spots. My mouth was too dry to say anything. So I lay on his chest and panted and said nothing. Talking’s overrated anyway, came the irreverent thought and God help me, I was too weak to even giggle. But I felt it. I smiled into his shirt and felt the back of my head disappear as post-coital bliss set in. Yeah. Way overrated.
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