The man of love

They stretch out by the fire, skin bare, the heat of summer already thick in the room. It doesn’t matter. The flames still throw slow shadows over their bodies while Zack moves over Erika like a man who knows exactly how to take his time. He sinks between her thighs, licking deep, slow circles until her hips lift for more. She gasps, fingers curling in his hair. Zack slides up, lines himself at her slick entrance, and pushes in with a steady, deliberate thrust. Every stroke is measured, aimed, perfect. Erika meets him, nails raking his back, voice breaking each time he hits that spot. He pulls out only long enough to flip her onto her knees, pressing back inside while his hand reaches around to rub her clit. Their pace climbs. The fire crackles. Erika comes first, thighs shaking. Zack follows, buried to the hilt, groaning into her shoulder as he fills her. They stay tangled there, breath mixing, skin glistening, no need for words.