Chapter 33: s*x-Play Finished
On our backs, staring up at the dark ceiling, I hold Trent in one arm, firmly against me. Neither of us sleep. Following our intimacy, we are wide-eyed and alert. Our breathing is equal, inhaling and exhaling at the same time. The smell of male s*x lingers about the room, bites our nostrils, but only brings us closer together. Our torsos are covered in sweat from our play, stinging from inferno-like heat.
We take in and enjoy the sounds of the torrential hurricane outside. Edwin is a monster beyond the bungalow’s walls. Thunder and lightning rock the beach, creating a light and sound show only for the strong. The downpour is mean-spirited, daunting, and unbelievably powerful. Wind beats against the edifice, laboring over its destruction. The beast of a storm
