My legs went around his waist automatically. He braced himself over me and started thrusting again, faster now, chasing his own release.

I watched his face through the mask as much as I could in the dark. The hard line of his jaw. The way his mouth stayed slightly open. The intensity in the eyes I could see.

He came with a deep groan, burying himself as far as he could and pulsing hot inside me again. I felt every spurt. My sore walls fluttered around him, milking him.

We stayed locked together for a long time after. His weight pressed me into the sleeping bag. His breathing slowed against...