She gasped, watching him lean back, proudly smiling at her. She lay in the sand, taking him in. She could see the strain in his pants and the clenching of his jaw. He was trying to keep it together.
"Take your pants off," she said, more of an order than anything. She wanted to see his cock hard and ready for her.
Gripp didn't make her wait. He pulled himself up and grabbed at his pants. He unzipped them, and his eyes burned at her while he did.
He slid his pants loose, gently pulling them down and stepping out of them. She swallowed, staring at his dick. It was hard and straight-up ready for her.
She'd thought back to all the other times they slept together and how she felt afterward. A shiver rolled over her, warning her about what was coming.
He offered her a hand, pulled her off the ground, and carried her into the hut. A giggle escaped her lips, thinking about how they looked. They were naked, and he was walking around carrying her.
Inside, he stepped around the table, tossing her onto the cot. He stared at her, and she took in his body, his strong shoulders, and his large biceps.
Her mouth watered as she took in his abs and his cock, which made her soaking wet. She wanted him badly.
Gripp spread her legs wide and stepped into her space. She pulled a hand up, grabbing at his neck. She kissed him roughly, tasting herself on him.
He leaned onto the bed, sliding himself into her. She inhaled, allowing herself to adjust to him. It wouldn't take long.
This wasn't the first time they had done this, and she could only hope it wasn't the last. April felt like they were the only people in the world when she was with him.
He made her laugh, and he cared about her. Even during sex, he still made sure she felt good and that she was enjoying herself.
He kissed her neck, sending a spark down her spine. His hands grabbed her thighs, pressing them back, allowing him more room.
He thrust deeper into her, still going slow. She wasn't getting the speed she wanted, but she was okay with that. She still loved the feel of him.
"You feel amazing," he said as he cuddled into her neck. "It’s like I'm sliding into someone I've known forever."
She had felt the same. Sex wasn't awkward or difficult with him. It felt right, as if they had been doing it for years.
She'd thought about other times she'd slept with people and the awkward silence afterward. It wasn't like that for them. They could laugh and joke like it was just a part of their relationship.
Gripp rolled his tongue, kissing her. She kissed him back just as needily as she felt him picking up speed. She grabbed at his shoulders, trying to hold onto him to steady herself.
He hit her G-spot, filling her. His hands held her wide and pinned her down. She couldn't go anywhere but where she was.
She felt the heat rising over her entire body. She was close.
"Gripp," she gasped his name, her nails digging into his skin. He didn't even flinch.
"Come for me," he said, kissing her lips softly. "Come with me, April."
She did. Suddenly, the coil unraveled, and she fell over the edge. She moaned, feeling him slamming into her harder until he suddenly stopped.
They both gasped for air, staring at each other. She gazed into his eyes, seeing the relaxed look smooth over his face. She pulled a hand up, running her fingers over his hair.
She cared about him, and he cared about her.
"You feel okay?" he asked, pulling himself back. He sat up and looked her over. She could imagine that he saw everything from the angle he was looking.
Her legs were still spread wide, and her body was flushed. Her breasts sat up perkily, and her nipples were still hard.
"I'm great," she said, tilting her head at him. She looked at his cock, seeing he was still hard. She sat up and reached for him.
He looked surprised as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She looked up at him, rolling her thumb. "Let's finish you off again and then get some sleep."
She didn't wait for him to respond. She was already working her hand on him. She stroked him, watching his eyes harden and his nostrils flare as he inhaled.