“Oh f**k. Don’t stop that, baby,” I moaned.
“You like that?” he asked, looking at me.
“You know I do,” I moaned.
He slowly moved his hand between us, rubbing my c**t while thrusting. I lifted my head, and he held it against his chest. I kissed and licked his chest and neck, making him growl. The vibrations rocked through me as I neared release, my body heating, and Elias saw it in my eyes.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered.
Almost obeying him, my orgasm shook me as Elias reached his, nearly collapsing on top of me. He looked me in the eye, kissed me gently, then rolled over, pulling me to lay my head on his chest.
A sweet reminder of what we fight for: our love and our family back home.
For a long time, we stayed like that, listening to each other’s breathing, feeling our chests rise and
