The Loner's Lady

“Ready to play rough, wife?”

Without waiting for an answer, I enter her with a swift thrust, reveling in her gratified sob of my name. “Do we ever play any other way?” she gasps, her body already shaking against mine.

I fall forward and our mouths meet over her shoulder in a desperate kiss. “Play hard, love hard,” I grit, canting my hips back and surging forward.

“That’s us,” she whispers, capturing my eyes with her dreamy ones. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, John.”

“I love you, Lyssa. God, I love you so much.”

Our moans fill the meadow until the dawn breaks the sky.

And for decades and decades after that…

THE END