Victoria nuzzled his neck, planting light kisses around his excited pulse. “Of course, I did,” she breathed heavily.

He carried her to the nearby wooden bench. “Would you like to come again?”

She chuckled in his ear. “Of course, I would.”

Good to hear. John laid her on the narrow bench and straddled her body as she hitched her skirt higher. He grabbed one of the condoms from his back pocket before shoving his jeans and briefs lower. A devilish grin spread across Victoria’s face when he exposed himself further.

“Hello again,” she said to the stiff rod being covered with latex.

“He’s excited to be here,” John said as he lowered himself over her. The bench didn’t offer much room for him to maneuver, but he would navigate the space as best as he could. With one hand planted beside her head, he propped himself up in a one-armed pushup.

“I’m excited to have him,” Victoria quipped.

He had to hold back his laughter and leveled his erection between her thighs. Her aroused satiny flesh was indeed ready to accept him. As he sank into her lush, wet sheath, John gritted his teeth and breathed through every push until he filled her to the hilt. With no more jokes in her quiver, Victoria’s mouth fell open and her back arched away from the bench.

“Ooh, okay,” she squeaked, grabbing onto his wrist beside her head.

John paused to analyze her face; her russet-brown complexion had gone red again. “I can go any speed you’d like.”

“Yes, please.”

He laughed that time. “What?”

Her eyes flew open. “Just go,” she said. “Fast and hard.”

John withdrew slightly and plunged hard, knocking her so hard that her breasts bounced up. She held on to the bench and his wrist as he drove into her, each stroke as delicious and hot as the last. The sensations that wrapped tight around his cock propelled him to the precipice. In that moment, John was in an incredible aware and focused headspace. It was as if a singular goal was branded in his mind. Caress, stroke, thrust, squeeze. There was nothing else but him and Victoria. Beautiful and brilliant Victoria, nestled deep in a rainforest, waiting on him to inhale her essence.

His free hand traced the lines of her body, starting with her long elegant neck, over the ridge of her collar bone. He paused his journey only to cup the sweet fullness of her breast, teasing and pinching her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped at the pain before moaning in delight. With another powerful thrust, he dipped down and took the erect tip in his mouth and sucked, lashing his tongue like a healing balm. Victoria’s hand came around his head and held him there. She arched her back and rocked her hips in time with his pace. “Please...” her voice came in trembling whisper. “More.”

John would give her more.