“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the
same” – Emily Bronte
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QUILLON'S POV

"I'm sorry for my outburst of just now" She says softly against my lips, slinging her arms around my waist. "Fighting with you felt really awful." She bit into my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood.

I groaned, jerking against her and inadvertently allowing her to feel just how happy my body was, seeing her naked. It was so goddamn pitiful.

"Please, Quillon," She murmured, wrapping a hand around my engorged member, through the boxers I was in. She began to stroke, slowly at first, then quickly, as if she were getting herself off and not me. "I...need..."

"Stop," I gasped, although negating my command, by my actions of fucking her fist as if I were trying to edge her on to continue her immensely pleasurable minsitrations. Fuck, really I wasn't. "stop, or it'll be over too soon." I try to warn, through gnashed teeth.

"But I –"

"Enough," I growled, hoisting her into my arms and looping her legs around my hips. I swung her around so that her back was pressed against the wall now. "I'm going to make you come, Nick..." I dragged out, followed by a littany of curses. If it was the last thing I did, I was going to make her scream out my name once more in blissful orgasm.

Niccole released a soft sigh of satisfaction when she felt the first graze of the head of my cock. I slid my cock along the swollen lips of her cunt, swallowing the sounds she was making when her mouth made contact with mine.

"I need... Quill fuck, I need... hmmm shit!" she moans, her breath quickening as it fanned my lips.
"Oh God, Quillon. Oh, God."

"What baby, tell me what you need" I grunted, guiding myself along her slit. She keened against me, biting her bottom lip until it was swollen and inviting. I instantly licked it better, changing that to a kiss instead. T'was so fucking inviting.

"Shit, I need...shit-fucking baby showers and pregnant baby mommies!" And just like that, Niccole came, her body coming apart in a quivering mass in my arms.

I stared up at her raised face, watching the picture of her orgasm painted on her features. Her lips parted ajar in wonder, surprise, shock and her eyes dazed as if in blissful wonder. She had never looked so erotic. So... fucking beautiful. I was a crazed beast, but it gave me a sense of pride to know that I was the one who put that look on her face. I brought her to this point.

Satisfied that she was ready for me and unable to control myself, I pushed into her, balls deep. She cried out, sinking her fingernails into my shoulder blades.

"Good, babe?" I panted, forcing myself not to move inside her yet. I was concerned that she was still sore. She never failed to overwhelm me with her tightness, with the snugness of her cunt. I knew that I might possibly be hurting her, but I didn't know if I truly had it in me to stop, if she said I should. I'd never wanted someone...never wanted to be so deep in someone that it felt like if I pulled out... If I stopped... I would die, from un-spent up passion.

"We're good," she whispered back, beginning to move above me. "So good."

And I sighed with relief, pulling my hips back and sliding into her again. I drew back, pushed into her again, deeper; harder. Niccole's eyes were shut, eyelashes fanning her cheeks. Her breathless approval with each upward thrust built up my helpless need for her, the torturous hunger. The tempo became frantic, out of my control. I told myself not to simply fuck her. Told myself that I needed to take it slow, make it romantic, make it last as long as I possibly can. To behave like I wasn't an excited fucking school boy having a woman for the first time.

But Niccole drove me half-mad. I was powerless to fight the urge to climax with her, to sink into her so far, so deep that my cock nudged her cervix. She was trembling, gasping for breath, moaning my name. "Quillon!"

Will this ever get old? Will I ever get bored? My mind take me back to Niccole's outburst of earlier, when she'd thought I could get tired of her body in five days.

"Never!" I grunted aloud unthinkingly, thrusting even harder into her awaiting dripping cunt, so hard that it elicit a quick stringent of curses from her perfectly shaped mouth.

I'd never had shower sex before. Its merits were endless. But that was because it was with Niccole. It was Niccole that was even now, pliant in my arms. My body reminds me.

"I'm...going...to..." Niccole whimpers breaking through my thoughts as her eyes fly open. She looks down at me, her nails digging in deeper into my shoulder blades.

"Come...with...me...Quillon," she gasps

"Hold on," I groaned, pressing my mouth against the base of her throat. Her pulse beat an irregular rhythm against my lips and just when I thought I might last a little longer, Niccole clenches her cunt around me like a velvety fist, so tight, I couldn't delay my explosion any longer.

The guttural moan I let out could have belonged to just about any wild animal left out there in the open, but it was Niccole's painful cry announcing her own release that finally warmed my blood. It warmed the beast it felt like I had become. That I didn't even know of, nor was warned about. Just for her. Only her. I spurted inside her, coming so long and so hard it felt like the very essence of me was draining through her, linking us.

Bliss. Heaven. Peace.

This is where I belonged. This where I've always longed to be.

After that, we made quick work of bathing ourselves, moving in unison. Then moved on to the room, where I gave her spare hiking clothes that was kept stacked in another room of the cabin. We both put on the more comfortable clothes, ate a cold breakfast of sandwich and eggs, then packed our hiking bags, before heading out, locking the cabin door firmly behind us.

Luckily, Niccole was a boxer. So I didn't question her endurance. She would be able to trek the distance. Plus, we weren't going to be journeying too far. I just somehow needed to show her a particular spot I'd found very many years ago, that means so much to me. I hadn't shared it with anyone before. But with
Niccole, it seemed so natural.

An hour into our hiking, we stop to drink some water and throw some fruits into our mouth, before continuing our journey. We had to climb some really steep rocks although thankfully not too high too enough to become so much of a climbing problem. But not deterring either ways, we finally reach our destination, a few hours later. 'The place of Alvador' as I'd named it. But really, it was just a really beautiful open field surrounded by beautiful gardens,  a waterfall, some friendly animals and some really edible fruits.

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