Emmanuel took Eliza deeper and deeper into the darkness. Her lips were swollen on her face and between her thighs, as she followed him. He squeezed her hand, and they were both panting. But she never thought to stop him, she never thought to let go of his hand. She just followed him literally blindly.
“Put your hands on the tree,” he breathed, and she turned around and did what he asked.
He pressed himself to the back of her body, and she felt how hard he was—how hard she had made him. A twisted grin filled her face because she knew that he must be just as miserable as she was for something to happen.
He pulled up her dress, and then turned her to face him. His lips on her neck made her heart and between her legs pulse widly.
There was nothing easy about making love in the woods, but they still managed. The tree bark was rough against her bare ass, but the pleasure of Emmanuel pressed to the front of her body challenged it.
The sound of him unzipping his pants almost made her come. The Pavlovian response she felt when he did that made her salivate. His grunts moved through her, and made it even more pleasurable when he entered her. Eliza felt her mouth open, but she could not hear the sound of her own moans. They were lost in the night, as he pounded into her.
They walked back toward the light after, and Alessandra and Oscar were still there.
The look on Oscar’s face.
Alessandra looked blank, as she did. Emmanuel looked defiant.
The games they played.
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The games they play indeed! I am curious to see where this goes 😉
~ Marie