The world narrowed to that single point, to the slick slide of skin and warmth as well as to the raw, intimate silence broken only by our breaths and muffled moans. It was an ancient feeling made new.
The slight burn as I crossed the threshold, the fullness that hugged my length, the mutual understandings that needed no words.
"Haaa... Fuaaahh...~ I..."
She gripped the tree with one hand. Her breath came fast and shallow.
"Are you—" she gasped between pants, words falling apart in the heat.
"—right here," I answered, keeping my voice low and steady.
I moved with careful, deliberate pressure at first with me doing small pushes to let her adjust as well as to let the warm muscle relax around me. Then, feeling her answer, I started to set a rhythm. I started slow, then a little more urgent, matching the way her body trembled and pleaded back.
