Sara and the Conqueror
"That's it... please."
I began moving my hips faster, meeting every one of his thrusts with a frantic energy. Rune caught the rhythm, quickening his pace, his muscles corded and slick with sweat. I felt the orgasm building like a tidal wave, crashing through my defenses.
"I love you, Rune," I confessed, the words slipping out in the heat of the moment. I wasn't sure if it was the lie speaking or the woman who had been starved of affection for three years.
"I love you too, Sara. I always have," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But I don't want you to come just yet. Hold on for me. Stay with me. We’ll go together."