Page 109 of Touch

One arm tightens around her, the other burns a trail to her breasts. His palm cups the heavy flesh, fingers pinching her nipples until they toughen for him. Keening, Love flexes her tongue with his, each lap wetting her cunt. Blood rushes to her slit, heat coursing there, while the cold night nips her in other places. The variation is wondrous and authentic.

Heat. Cold.

Survival. Endurance.

Yes, she wants to feel it all with him. She wants to live and breathe and love and fuck under the night sky.

Unhinged, she makes this request aloud. “Live with me. Love with me,” she urges. “Fuck me beneath the stars.”

Andrew growls into her mouth and obliges, rocking his tongue with hers, pulling moans from Love’s chest. He walks her forward, carefully stepping onto the blanket, which provides traction. Upright and flush to her back, Andrew fits his knees between hers, then nudges her legs apart.

Love widens her stance, enough for him to penetrate but not enough to falter. Making a noise of approval, Andrew attacks on multiple fronts. His free hand sinks into the vent of her thighs, his fingers combing through her glistening hair and sketching her pussy. On a fractured cry, Love flings her head back. Her hips buck, riding the ministrations, her cunt drenching his fingers as they etch her clit until it inflates.

Next, he pitches sinuously into her cleft. At the same time, his teeth sink into her neck, grazing and nicking. Tremulous, Love moans to the sky, to the celestials, to the universe. She falls backward into him, her arms slinging behind to clasp his nape, the white layers of hair feathering over her knuckles.

Unable to withstand the anguish, Love sways her ass into his thick cock. A groan severs from Andrew’s mouth, his canines releasing her. Together, they pant and shift, his free hand vacating her breast and clasping her hip. Angling Love’s waist, Andrew stalks between her thighs and primes his tip, dragging the head back and forth across her pussy, the movements coating him in fluid.

Love whines, the noise both afflicted and demanding. A masculine hum rustles into her hair, the sound hardening into a groan as he snaps his hips upward. His cock plies Love apart, pistoning hard and high, her folds sucking him in. Their combined hiss cuts across the landscape, followed by another as Andrew circles his ass, pitching in and out at a languid pace.

Love gyrates her buttocks, grinding her cunt with his cock, the friction obliterating her vocal cords. Cries ring fromher lips, which amplify into shouts. Andrew undulates his hips, spreading her folds, hitting every nerve. He fills her to the sac, the crown siphoning deeper, fucking into Love quicker now.

She grips the back of his neck and arches like a bowstring, her breasts lifting into the chilled air, nipples dark and erect. Their hips shove together, moans breaking apart and scattering through the woods. They pant into the night, clouds of air shooting from their mouths, their writhing shadows reflected across the ice pond.

Andrew hoists his cock into Love, her body jolting upward like a star launching into the firmament. Her spine abrades his pectorals, the sharp plains of his abdomen contort against her skin, and Andrew throws his weight into the motions. Sweat glazes her skin, his breath is a torch against Love’s shoulder while tufts of frost vacate her lungs, the clash in temperatures a marvelous discovery. She’s hot and cold everywhere, like any creature of this world.

As Andrew whips his cock, her arousal pours down his flesh, saturating their thighs. All the while, his other hand toys with her pussy, dabbing her flesh. Like this, Love is more open than she’s ever been.

Yet there’s further ecstasy to be had. They’ve outlived the chaos and must celebrate until their voices go hoarse.

Andrew understands this. With a fervent growl, he releases Love’s cunt and frames her opposite hip. She perceives his intentions, their movements syncing. Heedful of the ice, he lowers them to the blanket while still inside her, and Love bends on all fours.

Anchored to the frozen earth, she relishes Andrew’s upright body balancing on his knees behind her. The glorious position alters the slant of his cock. Grasping her waist, he swings his hips and snaps every broad inch into her. With fluid motions, Andrew resumes that fervent pace, the slip and slideof his erection triggering each nerve ending, every tight place within Love.

Her mouth falls open, triumphant cries leaping from her mouth. Frost from the pond penetrates the blanket, chilling her flattened palms and knees, the cold air sweeping across her flesh. Yet everything beneath Love’s skin ignites like a brushfire, heat rushing through her veins and flaring between her thighs. Yes, now she feels all of it, from the elementals, to the sensations, to the multitude of emotions. Filled with Andrew’s cock, she howls with exuberance to the celestials, the noises they make defying the laws of fate.

Andrew grunts, his ass vaulting back and forth, his cock widening farther. The growth splays her walls, her walls soaking them both. Rowing her backside, Love shoves herself toward him, matching the vehemence of his thrusts. They slam into one another, his groans mingling with her sobs. In a funnel of moonlight, they mate as if they can die at any moment yet refuse to perish.

This is what it means to risk, to lose and gain, to fling oneself into the ether. Mortality and its unpredictability make everything infinitely more profound, courageous, and valuable. Every second is fleeting and worth a thousand stars.

Her beloved digs his fingers into her hips, bracing Love to feel the rhythmic jabs of his cock, pounding so hectically, so beautifully. She swats her buttocks in kind, wetting Andrew to the seat, spreading herself on him.

The icy water is as polished as a coin, its clarity mirroring the constellations, as if they’re fucking amid the galaxy. Even more lovely, Love sees their reflection, discovering an unhampered view of her body steepled in front of Andrew. With serpentine motions of his lower half, he watches them join, expression ardent as his erection disappears inside her to the heavy sac, then glides out to the flushed crown. His abdomencontracts, muscles working hard, laboring to please her. Those knuckles bend, locking her down. That sexy mouth hangs ajar, mist emptying from his lips.

His gaze locates hers on the pond’s surface. They stare at one another, rapt by the sight, their gazes latching. Together, they watch his cock and her pussy siphon together, watch Love’s features twist in ecstasy and his pewter irises flash.

Despite the position, the haggard groans falling from Andrew’s mouth and the way he clings to Love empowers her. They move and hold one another like equals. He rises before her, and she draws him in, the connection as intrinsic as the sensations racing through her veins.

The ache in her pussy intensifies, her intimate muscles clenching him, drenching his hard flesh. Love presses firmer into the icy surface, using it for leverage and springing faster against his pelvis. With a growl, Andrew rakes his hands from Love’s hips to her pert breasts, cupping them firmly. Like this, he accentuates the motions of his waist, beating his cock and shredding her moans to bits.

Love flings her head back, hair in disarray around her face. “Yes, Andrew. Right there!”

“Where? Here?” he taunts, striking deeper, quickening his pace. “Tell me where to make you come.”

“There. Please, there.”

With precision, he charges into that tapered spot, flaying his cock. Love’s cunt pulsates, on the brink of erupting. Her walls seize up, and her cries tense, and she gushes onto Andrew. The onslaught only lures him deeper, harder, faster.

And louder. So much louder.

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