Gripp leaned forward, so his chest was pressed against her back, finding her skin with his mouth. April moved her hands higher up the wall of the cave, so their bodies lined up perfectly, with delicate curves and passionate heat.
Gripp thrust into her hard and held his breath, his one hand still on her hip while the other one moved between the valley of her breasts and found her neck.
He rested it there but did not squeeze. It was a tender moment amidst a furiously dirty bout of s*x. It was when he kissed her shoulder that April’s climax hit its peak, washing through her like an angry wave of rapids.
Her eyes rolled back as the most cataclysmic orgasm shot through from the muscles of her v****a, all the way out to the tips of her fingers and toes. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. The
