She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. With one push he was inside her and they both gasped and smiled at the same time.

Brannie returned her hands to his shoulders, digging her fingers into the back of his neck. She knew that might hurt a bit, but she got the feeling Aidan would like that.

She wasn’t wrong.

Aidan hiked her raised leg a little higher and pinned her body to the tree trunk with his weight. Then he pulled his hips back and, with one glorious push, he shoved his cock back in.

Her breath caught and her fingers dug harder, urging him on. He wasted no more time, fucking Brannie hard with long, powerful strokes.

When Brannie had pulled down his leggings, she’d still been kissing him, and hadn’t managed to catch sight of his hardened cock. But she didn’t need to see it. She could feel it. Filling her up completely, hitting a spot deep inside her.

Every nerve inside her came alive, her body now meeting his stroke for stroke. It took little time before she was panting and trembling, her pussy contracting tight around him. She pulled her mouth away from their kiss so she could bite down on his shoulder. She did that to stifle her screams as she came hard, her brain briefly shutting down as everything around her exploded.

* * *

She moved his chain mail aside just so she could bite down on his shoulder. The bite was hard, drawing blood. And it was all Aidan needed to send him over the edge, coming hard inside her, his hips jerking, his hands gripping her waist.

She was coming too and that made his release even stronger. If they were attacked right now, he was sure he couldn’t fight back. He’d be oblivious even if a sword rammed into his spine.

But Aidan didn’t care. Not when something felt this good. It was like her pussy had been built just for his cock, wrapping around him perfectly and holding him tight.

And when her pussy began contracting . . . his eyes crossed and he briefly wondered if he’d lose consciousness.

He didn’t, but when they’d both wrung themselves dry, they were still clinging to each other, panting and sweating, even in this cold.

Aidan had no idea how long they stayed like that but Brannie’s tap against his shoulder pulled him back to the moment.

“The suns are coming up,” she warned, meaning the rest of their camp would be rising at this very moment.

“Right,” he muttered, working hard not to growl when he forced himself to pull out of her.

He stepped back and gazed at her.

“No, no,” she said with a shake of her head, trying to pretend she wasn’t still panting. “We’ll have none of that.”

“None of what?”

“That look.”

“What look?”