“Nobody’s going to fault us for taking off a little early,” he says. He pulls me along until we reach the confines of our hut. “See what you’ve done to me?”
He grabs my hand and puts it on his bulging crotch. I stroke his member through his loincloth, and he groans with delight. Trent takes me in his arms and sweeps me off my feet. I laugh as he carries me over to the mattress and lays me atop its surface.
Trent climbs on top of me, mashing his lips atop my own. His hand snakes down between our bodies to stroke my most sensitive part. A shuddering moan escapes my throat as his caress becomes more insistent.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go,” Trent whispers in my ear.
He tugs my halter away, freeing my breasts. I gasp as he latches onto my nipple with his greedy lips. His tongue flicks out over my nipple, teasing it into hardness all the while his fingers toy in me.
“Oh God, Trent. Now!”
Trent tugs my nipple out as he withdraws his head, releasing it with a wet pop of his lips. He grasps my skirt and flips it up and out of his way. Trent lays his hands on my inner thighs and presses my legs apart.
I whimper with need as he teases me, rubbing his cock against me without entering me.
“You’re so mean,” I gasp, trying to clutch myself against him.
“Simmer, little delicacy,” he whispers. Trent’s smoldering gaze melts me into a puddle of goo as he slides inside me at last. I cry out, knowing the sounds of revelry will more than drown out our lovemaking…not that it’s ever stopped us before. The tribe has taken to calling us the Loud Couple.
He thrusts, and electric fire shoots through my body. I let out a long, undulating cry as he thrusts in and out, in and out.
“Oh God, Heather,” he gasps between heavy pants, his hips slapping into my own. “I love you so much…”
I’d tell him I loved him back, if I weren’t screaming my throat raw with yet another climax. Trent’s face contorts with a look of strain. He’s trying not hold back until he knows I’m satisfied. I wrap my legs around the small of his back and pull him in tight to me, giving him permission to release.
We reach our climax at the same time, my scream mixing with his long, growling groan. He fills me up, and all I can think about is the warmth of his love.
Later, as I lay here with my head on his chest, I can only wonder at the strange track my life has taken. First an orphan, wanted by no one, I found my place in a strange family. I was one of the Factory misfits. I wonder what they would think if they saw me now. I also wonder if I ever will see any of them again.
It’s fine if I don’t.
Better than fine.
Right now, I don’t miss them. I’m surrounded by a loving family, and am soon to be wed to the most wonderful man in the Amazon.
Quite possibly the whole world.
I’m happy…
And who needs crisp, white sheets anyway?
