With a guttural roar, he followed her over the edge, his own release pumping into her in hot, pulsing waves. He held her tightly, his body shuddering against hers, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting, entangled, the only sound their ragged breaths and the gentle whisper of the wind through the branches.
Slowly, gently, he lowered her until her feet touched the soft ground, though her legs felt like water.
He didn't pull away, keeping her pinned between his body and the tree, his forehead resting against hers. His softened cock was still nestled inside her, a warm, intimate connection.
He brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her face, his touch unexpectedly tender.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
