Luna’s Replacement
My nails dig into his shoulders as he fastens his movements, prodding his shaft deeper each time.
Flipping us around, I take the lead and ride him. I rest a hand on his chest while my other one runs through my hair. His thrust meets my hip movement, and I can't hold it anymore. He fastens the thrusts driving us to our climaxes.
I collapse on Matt's chest, and he hugs me in place. I listen to his heartbeat hammering against his chest wall. As our ragged breaths settle down, Matt mumbles something in Latin.
-"Amor Vincit Omnia, et nos cedamus amori." He whispers as he kisses my head.