We lost ourselves for hours—bodies locked together, him buried so deep inside me I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. I had no idea where the endurance came from, or how I kept matching every brutal, perfect rhythm he set. Yet somehow I did. Even now, as he took me from behind, I met him stroke for stroke.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, nails biting just enough to sting as he drove into me, fast, deep, relentless—reaching that hidden place inside that pulled raw, animal sounds from my throat.
It was overwhelming, almost punishing in its intensity, yet utterly addictive. Another climax was already coiling tight in my core, teetering right on the brink, desperate for release.
“I’m coming, Helio—I’m coming again,” I cried, voice trembling and breaking.
He slammed i
