For several minutes, Lilly nuzzled against Matt, their naked bodies entwined, her head on his chest. Her racing heartbeat slowed down. A tear dripped from the corner of her eye, the product of an emotional release from the intensity and intimacy of their coupling. Matt had her wrapped up in a cocoon that felt safe, sensual and warm. Matt’s thumb wiped the tear from Lilly’s cheek, and they kissed softly. 

After they had recovered and snuggled, it was late. The moonlight shone brightly in the sky. Matt stood, took Lilly’s hand, and she stood against him, face to face. They kissed again. They embraced. 

Matt took Lilly’s hand, and led her toward the path to the mansion. 

“We can get all of this cleaned up tomorrow,” he said, referring not only to the food and drink, but also to their clothes. They walked naked, hand in hand, toward a black, wrought iron spiral staircase at the back of the mansion, leading up to a deck off the master bedroom.

It was so sensual and intimate to walk together, naked, hand in hand. The night air felt like a thousand fingertips caressing their bare flesh. It felt sensual. Energetic. Lilly simply felt... alive.

When they reached the top of the spiral staircase, Lilly took in the spacious deck. There was a dining area, and an area with couches and seats. A large grill cut into red brick. The mansion had been updated with floor to ceiling windows between the master bedroom and the deck, with spectacular views as far as the eyes could see. Inside the master bedroom was what looked like a small, furnished parlor between the bed and the deck. 

Lilly stood at the railing of the deck, looking out upon the gardens, the patio, and the woods and mountains beyond. It was an oasis of natural beauty. Matt stood behind her, and she leaned back against him. His arms encircled her waist, and her hair lay against his chest. 

As they lingered in this beautiful spot, Lilly’s body was exhausted, but her mind was still awake. She was aware of the presence and feel of Matt’s penis against her bare flesh. She bit her lower lip. A restful sleep was approaching, but perhaps not quite yet ready.

Feeling playful and happy, and comfortable to be playful with Matt, she let her body move ever so slightly back against him. She felt like teasing him just a bit. She awaited some response from him, verbal or physical. When none came, she moved her body some more. She didn’t have to turn around to see him to know he was smiling. She could feel it. And a matching smile spread across her face. They were just so damned fun together!

As her body moved more, Matt’s response could not be hidden. She felt telltale swelling. Thickening. Growing. Against her flesh. Did this man have the stamina — and the desire for her — to go again? Did she?

As Lilly moved, Matt’s palms and fingers brushed over her hips, and slid up along the sides of her body along her ribs. His hands moved together beneath her breasts, cupping and holding them.

They played the quiet game for a moment, her hips softly moving, and his thumbs lightly caressing the sides of her breasts, as his palms, upturned, held them.

Before long, Matt’s shaft was not only swelling but fully swollen. All of his distance running must have done wonders for his blood flow, Lilly thought. The physical therapist in her. But it made for impressive rigidity. And... with that rigidity... heat. 

His hands roamed more. The tiny sensation that had been forming within began to spread across her body. A flood of energy. Warmth. The slightest change in heartbeat. Altered breath.

Lilly slowly turned to face Matt, their flesh never separating. She turned her head up, looking at him. Their eyes were full of expression to one another. Lilly’s hands encircled Matt’s neck, and his wrapped around her waist.

His stiff cock pressed against her abdomen, pinned between their bodies. 

“You are a naughty man, Mr. Matt,” Lilly said softly, her eyes smiling even more than her mouth.

“Me?” he said.

“Yes,” Lilly answered. She leaned up, and they kissed. “You,” she added.

“You started it,” Matt teased back, his thumb grazing her nipple.

The touch surprised Lilly, and she gasped.

“Maybe,” she answered. They kissed again, longer, their tongues meeting this time.

“Are you going to finish it?” she asked, smiling with the slightest challenge.

They kissed again, slightly harder. Lips pressed tight, tongues dancing faster.

“I’ll take it as my solemn duty,” Matt answered.

Matt started to scoop Lilly up to carry her inside to the master bedroom.

“Wait,” Lilly said.

Matt looked at her.

“You got to go first last time,” she added.

There was a quizzical expression on Matt’s face.

Lilly answered him by kissing his chest. With her lips. The tip of her tongue. Her mouth slowly moved along Matt’s upper torso, kissing over his abdomen. She slowly slunk downward. Kissing his hip. Leaning down, and then moving to one knee, and then another.

Smiling up at him. And he back at her. This man was so good to her. And she wanted to show it. And she wanted him. Lilly slid just the fingernail of her forefinger, her finger slightly curled, tracing the crown of Matt’s dick. He bobbed at her touch, which both thrilled and delighted her. After teasing him with that fingernail, she slowly wrapped her fingers around him, while her lips kissed his hip.

For a moment she simply held him, until neither one of them could practically bear it. Her fingers oh-so-lazily stroked his shaft as she moved her mouth to where he could feel the warmth of her breath but not yet her touch. She looked up at him. His eyes shone a mix of tender appreciation, as well as masculine desire.

Lilly kissed the tip of Matt’s cock, as her fingers held the base, and then her lips pressed against the crown, and slowly spread over it. Matt gasped in response, and Lilly softly moaned. She took him further into her mouth, and the warm, soft sensations of Lilly’s lips and tongue made Matt weak.

Damn, did he make her feel sexy. Womanly. Wanted. Desirous and desired.

The sounds of his altered breathing encouraged Lilly. Her fingers and mouth worked together, spreading obvious pleasure through Matt’s body and mind. His fingers reached down to cup her breasts. When his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples, she moaned. He plucked again, and she pulled her mouth off of him, gasping.

The slow simmer with which this had begun was becoming increasingly urgent. When Lilly’s mouth once again engulfed Matt’s cock, his hips moved. His fingers slipped through her hair. He groaned in pleasure. Fuck, that felt so sexy. She had him in the palm of her hand, driving him crazy. 

And they shared so openly. Freely. It simply felt right. Pleasuring one another. Embracing one another. Building one another up. Feeding off of one another’s energy. So deeply connected and entwined.

With increasing desire, Lilly sucked Matt harder. Her lips surrounded him. Stroked him. Her tongue swirled over and around his moving shaft. She licked all the way down to his balls, and he released a deep, guttural moan. She licked them and caressed them with her fingernails. 

Matt’s tipped leaked a bead, and Lilly’s tongue swiped it immediately away, sucking again. Taking him in. Feeling his heat. Tasting it. He was so fucking aroused for her. Her head moved up and down. She found herself growing greedy for him.

“Lilly!” Matt gasped, sharply, taking her hand and pulling her quickly to her feet. She had brought him right to the edge, and he’d nearly erupted. Part of her wished he had.

He kissed her hard. Hungry. Their fingers roamed. Their bodies pressed together. Bare and gliding and tingling and alive.

As he’d done earlier, Matt lifted Lilly. His palms held her buttocks, and her ankles locked around his waist. He carried her to and through the door to the bedroom, across the parlor, and laid her on the bed.

Matt dropped instantly to his knees, and his mouth was on her. Her ass toward the edge of her bed, Lilly’s legs were draped over Matt’s shoulders. His fingers crawled along the outside of Lilly’s hips, and her hands found his. Their fingers interlaced as Matt’s mouth began to French kiss Lilly’s labia, and his tongue glided into her. The penetration made Lilly’s fingers clench Matt’s tighter. Her heels dug into his back, pressing her against his mouth, and his tongue sunk deeper into her. He wriggled his head and darted his tongue side to side within her, and the rumbling heat again rolled through her body.

Breaths were shorter.

Heartbeat faster.

His lips found her clit and sucked. Lilly arched again, her moan echoing through the chamber of the room.

“Maaattttt!” Lilly gasped, and his tongue penetrated her again. Fucking her with his mouth. Her body lurched in response, and her toes curled. Her fingers clenched his tighter again. Her hands guided Matt’s to her breasts, and together they stroked her nipples. Her body rocked and undulated against Matt’s hungry mouth, and Lilly raced toward the edge again.

“Maaatttt!” she gasped again.

He quickly rose. Kissing up her belly. Cupping her breast with his hand as he sucked her nipple. Kissing her mouth hard. Their nectar mixed, the sensation intoxicating. Fingers roaming. Bodies grappling together. 

Matt crawling upward, and Lilly backward, toward the pillows. 

They kissed again, harder, and Lilly gasped, “Now, Matt!”

“Yes,” was Matt’s sole answer, and he slid into her.

Lilly arched up against him, and moaned. His heat. HEAT. In her core. Gliding easily. Stretching her around him. Merging them.

Her fingers slipped along his back and through his hair, as Matt began thrusting. She arched and rocked. He thrust faster.

Lilly tossed her head back, and Matt kissed her neck. Her ankles locked around his back, pulling him into her as her hips rushed toward him. His hips responded, and their bodies crashed together. 

“Oh, Matt!” Lilly moaned.

“Lilly!” Matt answered.

His hips moved quickly, like a jackhammer, and they shot toward the edge. Together. He thrust and she bucked and they kissed and they moaned.

“Matt!” Lilly gasped.

“Oh... fuck... LILLY!” Matt responded.

Waves rolled over their bodies. Walls crashed down. Time stood still. He thrust. They tensed. She bucked. Their bodies ground together.

Past the point. Losing control. Writhing. Rocking. Total. Unison. 

Lilly quivered. Matt shuddered.

She lurched toward him. He buried himself inside her and held still. And that was it.

Everything came crashing down, and Lilly exploded in an orgasm. She gripped and squeezed him as sensations overwhelmed her control. Her grip and contractions squeezed him tight as he released. Moaning together and bodies entwined as he emptied himself inside her. Flooding with heat. Warmth. 

Lilly surged against him again as a second wave overcame her. Her thighs shivered. She squeezed tight around him, her fingertips digging into his back to hold on. The waves rolled over and through her, rocking her body and mind. Shivering. As she slowly. Came down. Still squeezing him. Locked together. 

Heartbeat slowing. Breath returning.

Lilly’s fingers in Matt’s hair. His hand caressing her cheek. 

Smiling. Deep and warm and tender. Soft kisses. What a magical night.

It was only moments later that Lilly drifted off into a deep, warm, relaxing slumber, nuzzled tight against Matt, their bodies warm and bare and together.

***

Lilly awoke to a single ray of sunlight peeking between curtains. The floor to ceiling window was covered by automatic curtains that Matt must have closed after they came in last night. 

Her cheek was against Matt’s chest. She turned to watch him for a moment, and noticed a grandfather clock in the corner reading past eight o’clock. Wow! She had slept deeply. She must have needed it. And she was quite well sated, in every aspect.

Matt’s eye peeked open. Lilly smiled, and kissed his lips. Their bodies warm together. Neither spoke a word as they snuggled and slowly awoke.

Matt reached for a remote control on the table, pressed a button, and the curtains slowly opened. Sunlight flowed into and lit up the room.

“Did I see stables off of the garden?” Lilly asked.

“Yes,” Matt answered. “I understand there are some wonderful trails to ride and explore through the forest behind the property.”

“Can we go for a horseback ride today?” Lilly inquired.

“How about a little breakfast and a run,” Matt responded, “and then we’ll have a snack and go for a ride?” 

“Perfect,” Lilly answered. “I’d love that.”

Lilly slipped out of bed and into a robe laid upon an ottoman at the foot of the bed. Matt did the same. He took her hand, and they wandered through the spacious upstairs of the mansion, before finding stairs off an upstairs parlor leading down to the kitchen and dining area below.

Mansion staff had prepared a breakfast laid out in a half-circle breakfast nook with windows opening out into the garden. There was coffee, fruit, yogurt, eggs, sausage, and toast. 

Lilly and Matt sat, had coffee and dined, and talked about the ball the night before. Lilly remarked upon the music. The dancing. The outfits and masks and food and champagne.

“So you really took dance lessons?” she asked.

“I didn’t want you to think I had two left feet!” Matt answered.

Lilly smiled. “Thank you,” she added.

“No, Lilly,” Matt replied. “Thank you. It was a perfect evening.”

“Yes,” Lilly answered. “Yes, it was.”

They returned upstairs, donned the running clothes, and walked out on the deck, down the stairs, and to the garden paths.

Together, they ran an even-paced three miles. It felt good and exhilarating to get the blood flowing and heart rate up. The run allowed an opportunity to explore the mansion grounds and paths into the woods. Lilly playfully darted ahead of Matt and he told her that he would happily enjoy the view.

She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled, too. She knew he was being playful, but also knew that he meant it. And that felt good.

Things were so easy between them. Effortless. 

After the run, they returned to the master bedroom to clean up.

Lilly left the bathroom door open, talking to Matt as she turned on the shower. Damn, she felt comfortable with him. As she slipped out of her clothes, she was aware of him watching her. And she liked it. He was attentive. Interested. She stood naked in front of the sink, and was aware of his gaze. It felt warm. Good.

Lilly stepped into the shower, and Matt came into the bathroom.

“Shall I join you?” Matt asked.

“You aren’t going to delay my horseback ride, are you?” she replied.

“I would never,” Matt answered, deadpan.

“Then you may come in, sir,” she responded.

And he did. Squeezing shower gel onto their fingers, they washed one another’s bodies. Such temptation, and yet fun, at the same time.

Lilly closed her eyes and sighed deeply as Matt washed her hair. His fingers moved against her scalp, and tingles flooded her body, as he worked the suds through her hair.

Each was quite well aware of, and attuned to, the other’s naked bodies. Gliding together. Under the warm water. A brief, soft kiss, and Lilly stepped out, toweling herself off with a thick, plush robe.

When Lilly stepped out of the bathroom, clothes were laid out atop the bed. There were riding breeches, a sweater, and a vest for her. Matt had apparently made arrangements. He couldn’t possibly make anything more effortless for her. He thought of everything.

A light snack was laid out on the bedroom parlor table.

They dressed, had a snack, went downstairs again from the deck, and walked together toward the stables.

Saddled up and ready were a light bay for Lilly, and a deep, dark bay for Matt.

They mounted, and Matt led Lilly through a series of winding paths through the forest. The horses were such beautiful, powerful animals. It was exhilarating to feel the wind against their bodies as the horses sauntered and galloped along paths familiar to them.

The landscape was breathtaking. Deep, dark forest. Sunlit glens and glades. 

They had been riding for nearly half an hour when a light drizzle began falling. Tree cover provided protection, but drops finally found them, and penetrated their clothes.

The rain, and a light accompanying mist, were cooling, but not cold. They added a sense of mystical adventure to the journey. 

Soon, though, the rain came harder.

A mile or two behind the mansion, Matt slowed as they entered a glade, and they discovered a hidden pavilion. 

As rain crashed down harder, they dismounted and tied up the horses at a covered post on the backside of the pavilion. 

Matt looked in the saddlebag, and found blankets.

He took Lilly’s hand, and they ran, giggling, under the pavilion. It was chilly, but adventurous. Invigorating and fun.

At the far end of the pavilion stood a massive, brick fireplace.

Matt led Lilly toward the fireplace, laid out the blanket on the brick hearth, and set her down. She shivered, but smiled at Matt.

He slipped off her boots, one at a time, and then her stockings. She wiggled her toes.

“Look at you taking care of me,” she said, smiling, and shivering again.

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes,” he said. He was right. They were wet. And making her cold. Perhaps there was a dual purpose to be served.

What a beautiful spot. The cascading rain pattering upon the pavilion roof was rhythmic and powerful. Mother Nature was speaking to and touching them. Again, the natural wonder made the air come alive.

Matt quickly pulled off Lilly’s breeches, as she raised her hips from the hearth and let him help her out of them.

As Matt took in her bare legs, he paused. Lilly saw the way he looked at her. Even when he had other purposes in mind, it felt good that he looked at her this way.

“You must be cold, too,” Lilly said. 

“Yes,” Matt answered. “But I am taking care of you first.”

He helped her out of her vest and sweater, and she sat in bra and panties, upon this blanket in a forest glade pavilion, with rain pattering down. And this wonderful man beside her. He laid her wet clothes near the fireplace.

Lilly smiled.

“Should I take off the rest?” she asked.

“Let me get a fire started,” Matt answered, handing Lilly a second blanket to wrap herself in.

Lilly watched as Matt assembled logs, found kindling, and located a flint hanging beside the fireplace. He worked hurriedly, but purposefully. A spark from the flint caught on the kindling. The flames struggled at first, but then spread over the logs. Minutes later, heat from the fireplace grew and spread warmth.

So warm that the blanket wrapped around Lilly became too warm. She let it fall off her shoulders, watching Matt.

Thunder echoed through the forest, and the intensity of the rain increased. 

Yet they were safe, and now growing warm.

Lilly smiled at Matt. “We need to get you out of those wet clothes.”

Matt sat on a bench across from where she sat upon the blanket at the hearth. He removed one boot, and then the other, and his socks, too. He pulled off his shirt, baring his chest, and then stood, unfastening his pants, stepping out of them, and laying them near hers by the fire.

Lilly found that she enjoyed watching him. Not just seeing his body, but watching how he moved. Strong. Athletic. Agile. Purposeful. 

After he laid out his clothes, standing there in boxer briefs, Lilly smiled. Playfulness rose to the surface. He drew it out of her. It made her feel vibrant and fun and alive.  She watched him. 

“What about the rest?” she asked, nodding toward his briefs.

“Oh, you want more?” Matt said, smiling back, the chill leaving his body as the fire now warmed him, too.

“Strip for me, Matt,” Lilly said. Grinning.

“I thought I just did,” he said back, grinning, too.

“But you left the job unfinished,” Lilly teased back.

“So I did,” Matt answered. “And are you going to do the same?”

“That depends upon how you perform, sir,” Lilly replied.

Gosh, they had fun together.

Matt stepped closer. His eyes locked upon Lilly’s. She loved how he responded to her. She could see through the fabric of his briefs that he was already swelling. It was almost sexier seeing it that way than seeing it bare.

Playfully, Matt turned around. He tugged his briefs down his hips, baring his buttocks. Muscular, from running. Nice. Lilly drank him in. He slowly turned. The waistband of his briefs was sliding down, caught on Matt’s half-swollen penis. He tugged further. This was a bigger tease than Lilly had thought! Now she really wanted to see. He tugged an inch further, and Lilly could see the flesh of his shaft. Further now, and only the head of his cock was caught in the waistband. 

Damn, Lilly thought. This was hot. She found herself biting her lip.

“Is the performance adequate?” Matt asked.

Lilly felt a surge of heat, and spat out, “Finish it!”

Matt did, and his cock bounced free of his boxer briefs, which dropped at his feet, and he stepped out of them. He was three-quarters rigid, and pointed straight at her.

“That was a performance,” Lilly marveled, and she found herself laughing again. 

Wood in the fireplace crackled.

Lilly stood, walked to Matt, and leaned against him, pulling his mouth to hers. The fire warmed their bodies. The rain pattered around them. Their lips met, and they slowly kissed. 

Fuck, was this sexy.

Matt spread the blankets before the fireplace. 

Lilly placed her fingers on Matt’s chest, and pressed. 

“Sit,” she said, feeling sexy, confident, empowered and alive.

Matt sat back on the thick blankets, watching her with an expectant smile.

Lilly stood between him and the fire. She stood around his legs as he sat back. 

She reached behind her back with one hand, and unclasped her bra, as she leaned close to Matt’s face. With the other hand, she held the front of the bra so that as the straps fell off her shoulders, the cups remained in place.

Teasing him.

And his eyes made her want to keep teasing him. Glistening at her. 

She leaned down to kiss him, still cupping the bra over her breasts. 

“Want more?” she whispered in his ear.

“You know I do,” he answered.

“Yes,” she replied. “I do know that.”

Lilly’s hand fell away, and the bra dropped into Matt’s lap.

As Lilly leaned over him, Matt’s upturned mouth brushed her left breast and his lips grazed her nipple. She shivered, but stood upright.

“Not yet,” she teased, soaking up the delicious moment.

The fire crackled again, and thunder rolled in the distance.

Once again, they were lost in their own world. Matt and Lilly.

Lilly stood and turned around, giving Matt a view of her ass as the fire warmed her front. 

She looked back at him.

He was no longer three-quarters. His cock was rigid and upright. 

“You like what you see?” she asked knowingly.

His eyes answered her, silently.

“Show me,” she said, nodding at him. “Show me you like it.”

Matt’s fingers wrapped around his cock as he watched her, and she gasped. Fucking hot!

Lilly slowly tugged the panties off her hip, and Matt slowly stroked his dick while Lilly’s eyes drunk up the sensual, erotic image playing out before her. 

Lilly turned sideways, and tugged her panties further down. She watched Matt intently as she let the panties fall to the blanket. Naked. Together. Teasing him just a moment longer, remaining sideways.

“More?” she asked, unsure of who she was teasing more now.

“Yesss!” Matt answered, and Lilly turned. Bare. Naked. Beautiful. Glorious. He made her feel that way.

Matt’s fingers stroked, and Lilly’s breath quickened.

She leaned and kissed him. Their tongues met.

“Keep stroking,” she whispered. “So hot.”

“You like me stroking my cock for you?” he replied.

She kissed him again. Tongues lashing.

“It makes me crazy,” she answered.

Lilly sunk down in front of Matt, and sat before him.

She parted her legs. Mirroring Matt.

Her fingers slid over her breasts, caressing her nipples, giving Matt a visual lesson on how she liked to be touched. Their eyes intent and intense upon one another.

Lilly’s fingers slid down to her belly. Over her landing strip. Against her neatly waxed lips. Her labia parted around her fingers, and Lilly closed her eyes and gasped. Their bodies scooted closer together.

Lilly’s fingertip found her clit, and she looked deep and intent into Matt’s eyes.

They scooted closed together.

His fingers roamed his turgid cock, and Lilly’s mouth watered.

Fuck. He made her feel both hot and beautiful at the same time.

She pushed him back, and he lay back. She sat on his chest, her buttocks on his muscles, and her fingers moved faster. Roaming. Stroking. Caressing. Dipping and penetrating. Right before his eyes. 

Matt’s fingers left his cock and cupped Lilly’s buttocks, drawing her nearer. She scooted higher, and could feel his breath.

Thunder clapped again, and her body jerked, placing her atop Matt’s mouth. He kissed her sweet, bare labia and a surge flowed from Lilly’s belly up through her chest. 

She planted her hands in front of her for balance, and Matt’s lips found her clit, sucking. Lilly let forth a moan that filled the air. As his hungry lips and tongue moved against her, Lilly began to move her hips. Guiding him.

“Yes, Lilly!” Matt encouraged, his lips suckling upon her most intimate spots. His tongue curled and penetrated her, and she gasped for air.

“Fuck my mouth, Lilly,” Matt encouraged, and Lilly found another gear.

The fire blazed, the wood crackling. The rain poured down. Thunder rolled through the humid air.

Lilly’s hips moved and lunged against Matt’s mouth, his hunger for her ratcheting up her intensity. He ached for more of her, and she yearned to feed him.

He found her clit with his lips, and as he began to suck, her hips ground back and forth. Heated sparks sliced through her body. Her head tossed back and she moaned as she bucked harder.

Matt’s fingertips dug into her buttocks and drew her closer as he kissed and sucked and lapped and tasted her. 

Lilly’s heart raced as her breath came in short gasps.

She ground. She thrust. He devoured. And feasted.

His tongue plunged. It lashed. It curved and twisted and she rocked and writhed.

“Matt!” she called out. “Maaattttt!”

“Matt, I’m going to cum!” she moaned.

In response, Matt pulled her tighter to his face, thrust his tongue inside her, curled, and then licked straight to her clit. Lilly shuddered. She thrust. He sucked her clit like a tiny cock and Lilly came apart.

Her moans of pleasure echoed across the pavilion as she let go. Hips. Thrusting. Jerking. Heat flooding her body. Exploding. Gushing. Shuddering. Quivering. Cascading sensations reverberating one after another after another as she moved against Matt’s tender lips and tongue. 

She moved back. Too sensitive. Still quite literally quivering. Shaking. Riding the waves. Sliding her fingers around Matt’s cock. Both because she wanted to feel it, and also as if to just hold on. So her orgasm did not spin her right off of this earth. 

“Oh, baby,” she gasped, kissing him.

“You make me feel...” and her voice trailed off, as she moved her fingers on Matt’s cock. 

“I don’t even know,” she concluded. “You just. Make. Me. Feel.”

Her eyes blinked as she quivered. And yet she held his firm heat in her hands. It was like molten steel. And the heat flowed from her fingers through the rest of her body.

Lilly kissed him again. And again. Little kisses. Fast kisses. Soft kisses. Little hungry kisses. Stroking his dick. Feeling it. His obvious and intense hunger for her. Oh, how he made her feel.

Like a woman. All woman. Beautiful and sexy and hot and on fire.

She rolled to her knees on the blanket, facing the fire. Fuck, he made her hot. She looked over her shoulder at him.

He moved behind her, cock in his fist. Their eyes blazing. Intense. 

She wanted more. Ached for more. Needed more. And he would deliver.

“Do it, Matt,” she spat. “You earned it. Take me.”

“Yeah?” Matt answered. “Is that what you want?”

He turned her head and kissed her hard, and their tongues fiercely lashed.

“You want me to take you?”

Lilly kissed him and nodded.

“You want it deep?”

Lilly nodded again.

“Need it deep?”

Lilly glared back at him.

He pressed against her. 

Fuck. Hot. The head of his cock tickled her, and her body surged.

But he did not enter. She was squirming. On fire.

Thunder clapped again, and their bodies jerked.

“Do it, Matt,” Lilly panted.

He pressed, his crown against her, the heat flowing outward. 

“Matt!”

He pressed just a bit further.

“Matt!” She glared again.

His hands gripped her hips, and he thrust deep and hard. Lilly saw stars. She felt lightheaded. A spasm of heat made her body tense and jerk.

Their bodies glistened from the fire. Rain pounded down. The fire crackled. The deep forest surrounded them. And their bodies coupled. Raw. True. Beautiful. Real.

Matt turned Lilly’s head to kiss her, as he held all the way inside her. For a moment, he didn’t move. The only thing in the world was their kiss. And their joinder. His throbbing cock. Her contracting pussy. Pulsing together. Her pussy gripping around him, his cock hot inside her. Merging them as one body.

Slowly he withdrew, and Lilly’s fingers clenched the blanket. She almost moaned when his cock popped out. Her body did shudder. She pressed back and gasped. And such deep, heated relief when he thrust back in. A feeling of heat. Fullness. Stretched around him. One, together.

Moving together. Breathing together. Pulsing together. 

Once again, there was no line where Matt ended and Lilly began. It was just Lilly and Matt. Communing. Joining. Thrusting. Moaning. Gasping. Completely entwined. Locked together. 

Matt thrust harder, and Lilly felt him deep. Her moan echoed, and he groaned in pleasure. 

It was at the same time primal and tender. He thrust again, and she clenched around him.

A spiral wave of heat shot from their joinder through both of their bodies. Moaning together. Thrusting harder. Bodies slapping together. Rhythmic thrusting. Lilly’s breasts swaying. Matt’s heavy, full balls, too. His hips impacting her buttocks. Ripples of flesh and sensation flowing.

Matt gripped her hips tighter, and thrust harder. His breath was changing. Lilly could hear it. He was approaching the edge. Losing control. And she felt it. And that made her quiver. And squeeze. And clench. And arch her back. 

Thrust! Gasp! Moan!

Thrust! Gasp! Moan!

“Lilly!” Matt called out.

“Lilly!” he gasped again.

He was losing control. Coming apart. Poised to explode.

Each. Impact. Was nearly. Unbearable. Trying to hold on. Just one. More. Thrust. Make it last.

“LILLY!” Matt exclaimed, and he buried himself inside her.

It was too much to take. Lilly clenched the blankets in her fists as her body and mind let go. Thunder clapped, and she let the orgasm overtake her. Wash over her. Like being tumbled over in a rushing wave. Ball of heat after flaming ball of heat pulsing and expanding and drowning her in sensation. 

And Matt let go. He shuddered. He twitched. He shook. He erupted. His moans echoed throughout the pavilion as he filled Lilly with his essence.  Planted his seed in her very core. Bodies jerking as the intense sensations overcame their bodily control.

For several moments, they rode the wave out. A long spell of orgasmic bliss. Before the waves finally reached the shore, and they came back down to earth.

Panting. Collapsing in a ball together. The rain in a light pitter-patter on the pavilion roof. The fire warm on their bodies.

Laying on their sides. Forehead to forehead. Eye to eye. Soft kisses. Tender caresses. Entwined bodies. 

Once again, simply magic. Nothing more, nothing less.