My voice drowns out his whispers, the indecent things he wishes to still do to my body. It drowns out the commands he gives me, it’s a crescendo of whimpers and moans, and melted vocabulary… I love him, a love so deep it’s unhindered. 

I ride him, rolling my hips, fast and deep. Rocking him as orgasmic waves spill over him. I count the seconds between each breath, knowing my lungs need to breathe again before the next orgasm takes ahold. He rolls his hips and I feel him deeper, he rolls my nipples and then sucks them, his beard rubbing up agaisnt my soft breasts, and let go once more. 

The trees blow in the wind, and our bodies have fogged up the windows. He groans and begs to spill in me, and I ride faster, wanting one more orgasm greedily. I want to milk him in my core. I want his heat to pour in me as our mouths breathe in unison. I grab his hair, he lifts and pulls my ass, and just like that we cum together, as one. He and I.