The cool forest breeze brushed against their sweat-slicked skin as Sol slowly, deliberately disengaged, pulling back from the deepest depths of her heat.
SLIP.
A heavy, breathless gasp escaped Zeyra's lips as her inner walls contracted one last time, weeping a thick, translucent stream of his warm seed that trailed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the vibrant green moss beneath them.
Her knees, utterly drained of strength, instantly buckled. She would have crumpled straight into the damp soil if Sol's thick arm hadn't caught her around the waist, holding her body gently against his side.
"Easy," Sol drawled, his raspy voice laced with lazy, lingering satisfaction as he held her steady.
Zeyra's head lolled back against his shoulder, her chest heaving as she took in shallow, ragged breaths. Her long, muscled legs shivered uncontrollably, the muscles in her calves and thighs twitching with residual tremors.
