“Harder,” she pleads, static hair sticking up thanks to the friction against the glass. “Faster. More. All of it, Henry.”

“You have all of it, baby. All of me,” I grit out. “All the people outside can see. They know I’m yours.”

Fuck.

She clenches tighter, and we’re definitely going to be revisiting this position and location. Fully naked next time.

Kinky fucking angel.

My left hand finds her clit, giving her exactly what she likes and how she likes it. “You going to come on my cock, Emma?”

“Yes,” she pants, fingers gripping my shoulders. I’m out of control. Erratic. A madman possessed. I’m not being gentle. I’m not being kind. I’m being as tough and rough as possible. I’m bruising her thighs. I’m biting her neck, leaving a trail of red marks behind.

“That’s what I thought.” My thumb circles her clit again and again, greedily licking my lips at the thought of tasting her after we finish. Dessert after the main course. There’s nothing better.

“Henry,” she moans, clawing the hair at the base of my neck.

She’s not being gentle, either.

Good.

Use me, baby. Mark me as yours.

One more combination of quick thrusts and circles and she’s detonating, panting and shaking, pussy tightening and fluttering around my dick.

I don’t bother trying to last any longer.

She came.

She’s satisfied.

I’m a happy man.

I look down, watching in awe at where we’re joined, my cock covered in her juices. Rocking my hips forward two more times is all it takes before I’m spilling inside her, grunting as I finish, days of bottled-up emotions releasing themselves free.

We’re both breathing hard, and when I raise my chin to look at her, she’s grinning.

“Might be a world record,” she observes and I snort, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

“Tonight, I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to set you down, okay?”

Emma nods, sliding down my body. When I place her feet on the floor, I groan.

“What?” she asks, looking at me worriedly.

“Baby, seeing my cum run down your leg is the hottest thing in the world. Don’t bother showering. Wear it forever.”

“Okay, fine, if you insist.”

“God, I love you.”

She beams. “I love you, too. Speaking of love… Has enough time passed where I can say, ‘Thanks for the good sex, but can we eat tacos now?’ I feel light-headed and dizzy. You have a tendency to fuck me into outer space.”

Ten minutes later, after a reluctant shower, we’re clean and climbing into the constructed fort. It’s comfortable in here. Pillows cushion the hardness of the floor, and the blankets make it cozy. I’m grinning stupidly as we laugh over the low ceiling, my head hitting the top of the nylon.