Page 55 of Wild Life

I lay next to her, and she climbed on top of me. Her knees were on either side of my hips, but she wasn’t touching me yet.

Her breathing was elevated, but her eyes were soft and gentle. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

I reached up and cradled her cheek, and she melted into my touch. “There’s no way you could ever hurt me.”

Her hand went to the base of my cock, and I watched with bated breath as she centered me in line with her core.

Then she lowered herself onto me, sheathing my tip. I had finally come home. Not my home back in New Zealand or any place of this world. This was my universal home. The home my soul belonged to.

I groaned with satisfaction.

“Are you okay?” She paused, my dick shallowly cloaked by her apex.

“Please. Keep going.” I yearned for more.

She carefully guided me into her, inch by inch, until gravity took over her efforts and carried her the rest of the way down.

We moaned in unison. I had never felt so whole in my life.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” she murmured. She rolled her hips around, and her walls loosened around me. She was good at this, knowing all of these sexual secrets, and still, I hoped she knew how special this was for me. I was lucky my first time was with a woman like her.

“I’m going to do that again, okay?” she asked, her palms pressing into my chest.

All I could do was nod my consent.

She slid up and down on me, waxing my cock with her slick warmth. Each stroke built heat deep inside my abdomen that radiated through my body.

“Does it always feel like this?” I asked. I had only ever used my hand in this way, and her mouth had been far better. Butthiswas indescribable.

“No, not like this,” she admitted, her swollen folds tapping against the base of my length. I was proud that I had given her something she hadn’t experienced before, like she had for me. “I love riding you.”

I watched her as she rode me at a steady pace, her flowy hair curtaining an expression of deep concentration on her face.

“You can go f-faster if you want,” I said, encouraging her. She was being careful not to break me. I could handle rougher.

She grinned and bit her lip again. I immediately hooked my finger under her chin and pulled her to me so I could nip at her juicy bottom lip.

Her movement picked up, and her breasts bounced mesmerizingly as she fucked me faster.

I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I settled on her hips, enjoying her work on top of me. It was like I was moving her, and that only made me stiffer inside her channel.Sexual control.

I dug my heels into the dirt so my hips could rise off the ground to meet her each time she descended on my shaft, and she tightened around me. She liked it, too.

In the middle of the jungle, she fucked me with a freedom I had never seen from her before.

Our hips moved chaotically as the blaze heightened between us. Her cries were as loud as my grunts. Every thrust of my hips brought me closer to release.

Then, suddenly, she screamed. She wasn’t hurt, and I didn’t stop. Her cry only spurred me on to drill into her harder. Her body bowed taking all of me, and I soon exploded into an inferno as pleasure ripped through my body. I filled her with my warm liquid, gripping her roughly and slamming her onto me to take every last drop.

“Fuck,” I cried out.

She collapsed onto my chest, her sweaty skin sliding against mine. I held her while the rush calmed.

After some time, she lifted onto her forearms, grinning brighter than a star. “Hey, you.”

I wove my fingers into her hair, and rubbed my nose against hers. “Hey, you.”

“How do you feel?” she asked.

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