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'Now?'

'Yes, now,' I argue. 'I want to see you cum. Let me around.'

It's awkward and disjointed but a second later I'm on my back. One leg is wrapped around his back, the other hooked over his shoulder so he can push flush against my pelvis and reach that long, powerful shaft of his as deep as it will go.

Too sensitive to cum anymore, my body is just trembling with aftershocks, zinging with energy, and utterly spent. But that's perfect. Because without being lost in my own release, I can watch Cyrus in his.

I can see the way his chest stops moving and his breathing becomes little holds of air and quick releases. I witness the way his abs tighten so hard they throw shadows across his hard belly. How his hips begin to lose their rhythm, lose their control.

I get to watch that thick stem of his glistening in the water and slamming into my core.

'Oh shit!' Cyrus cries out. With him not normally verbal in sex, I know this moment is something special. Something that's rocking his damn world. 'Fuck, Darcy, I'm gonna...'

I keep my hips moving, pushing up against him and working him harder. I squeeze down on my inner muscles and his eyes pop wide.

'Fuck me, do that again!'

I do it again. And again.

...And I send him over the edge.

'Fuck!'

Cyrus cums violently, his arms trembling above me, his shoulders racked with shudders. I feel his shaking through my core and, to my huge surprise, feel an echoing aftershock. A small, sensitive, and languid orgasm, given in response to his. I sigh into the joy of it, thrusting upwards and clamping down on Cyrus's shaft until he throws his head back and exhales a silent cry of ecstasy.

Cyrus makes one, two last thrusts inside me to ride the last ripples of his release. And then practically collapses on top of me.

Neither of us can breathe. Neither of us can see straight. Our muscles don't work. And I'm pretty sure our lower regions are going to ache like hell tomorrow...

But fuck me, was that a good way to spend an afternoon.

'Well...' I pant, as tears roll from the corners of my eyes and back into my hair. 'That was certainly worth the wait.'

8

Holy. Shit.

We lay there on the rocks for several minutes. Darcy is soft and slick beneath me. I can feel her heart beating through her chest and into mine, the two of us in rhythm.

It takes a hot minute for my brain to come back online. For it to check in with each of my limbs and all of my muscles.

What the shit had that been?

The best fucking sex I've ever had, I answer myself. The best anyone has ever had. Period.

Never in my life have I cum so hard, felt so much, and been ready to offer up my soul to have it all last just a second longer.

It was amazing. Darcy's amazing. Sex with her is...

Shit, I need to come up with another word for "amazing". But the neurons in my brain are barely firing and it's all I can manage.

The stone, though smooth, is hard against my palms and the sun is baking my shoulders but every cell in my body refuses to move. Darcy and I are still intimately connected, my dick now soft and warm inside of her.

If I could die here, die now in this moment, I wouldn't fucking care. Wouldn't regret a single goddamn thing.

Save one. The gnawing worry that's going to haunt my steps until Darcy confirms we've escaped all consequences...

No condom.

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