Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

 
His arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of her, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms, but their chests pressed together, their hearts beating in frantic synchronization, their breathing harsh and labored in the growing darkness.
 
Neither moved for a long time.
 
He was still inside her, still half.
 
hard, and every tiny shift sent aftershocks through both of them.
 
The evening had deepened into true twilight now, the first stars appearing overhead, and the ocean whispered its eternal song at their feet.
 
Finally, Kavya's hands came up, gently stroking his back, and he felt her lips press to his shoulder, his neck, his jaw, tender kisses that spoke of love and gratitude and wonder.
 
He lifted his head, looking down at her, and what he saw in her face made his chest tighten with emotion so powerful it threatened to overwhelm him.
 
She was glowing, not just from exertion, not just from the aftermath of pleasure, but from something deeper, something that came from being thoroughly loved, thoroughly cherished.
 
"Are you alright?" he asked softly, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.
 
Kavya smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest inside her.
 
"I'm perfect," she whispered.
 
"That was...
 
there are no words."
 
"No," he agreed, his thumb stroking her cheek.
 
"There aren't."
 
He began to withdraw, and she winced slightly, the soreness evident.
 
He pulled out completely, and they both looked down, at the mix of blood and semen that glistened on his softening length, evidence of what they'd done, of the line they'd crossed.
 
He should feel guilty, he knew.
 
He was twice her age.
 
They'd both lost families.
 
This situation was temporary, would end when rescue came.
 
There would be consequences, painful ones, when they returned to the real world.
 
But as he gathered her into his arms, as she curled against him, her head on his chest, her leg thrown over his, her hand resting over his heart, he couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment.
 
"I love you," she murmured sleepily, and he felt her smile against his skin.
 
He tightened his arms around her, his lips pressing to the top of her head.
 
"I love you too," he whispered into the darkness.
 
"God help me, I love you too."
 
And there, on that secluded beach, under the emerging stars, they lay tangled together, two souls who had found each other in the aftermath of tragedy, who had become one in the most profound way possible.
 
The world could wait.
 
Consequences could wait.
 
For now, this moment was theirs, and nothing else mattered.

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