Final night

The tropical night takes over completely as inside the villa, a mixture of massage oil and sex still lingers from the afternoon. Claire stands by the door, watching the ocean waves hit the the beach. "It’s our last night," she says softly, turning around to face you. "Tomorrow we go back to reality. I go back to Tom, and you," she smiles, "back to your pretend wife."

You walk next to her. "Honestly it's fun, and pleasurable, but it's not that simple, isn't it?"

She lets out a breathy, conflicted laugh, setting her wine glass down on the table behind her. "Simple is the last thing I can think of. Things that we did, half of them I never expected to do, and it's not like we can put it back into the bottle." She reaches out, her small hands sliding inside your linen shirt, pressing flat against your chest. "Tom wants his wife back, but I think a part of me is always going to stay right here in this room."

"Then let's make sure the final memory is the sharpest one," you murmur, your hands finding the satin tie of her robe and pulling it completely free. The fabric parts, pooling at her elbows, exposing her nakedness.

Before you can move her toward the bed, her phone on the nightstand buzzes. She blinks, glancing over her shoulder. "Tom."

"You're not going to pick it up?"

She shakes her head. "I shouldn't say this, but as much as I love him, I do find his over the top annoying. I do enjoy getting fucked by you, but I wish he just enjoy that and try to become of a remote porn director or something."

"We can ignore him." you say smoothly. "Or maybe if we put your phone near your pussy, it can serve as a vibrator."

"Too soft," she said while chuckling before she pulled down your pants, revealing your hard cock. "While settle when I can have a proper joystick," she said before grabbing it with her hand and giving it a lick a bit before putting it in her mouth.

"Now," you growl after she suck on it for a few seconds. You pull away, grip her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and carry her to the center of the bed. She falls back into the white sheets, her legs spreading wide instantly, her knees pulling up to her chest in absolute, unadulterated invitation. "My joystick is going inside your pussy, not your mouth tonight."

You strip yourself and settle your weight between her thighs, your hard ridge pressing against her warm, wet pussy. You drive forward, burying yourself to the absolute hilt inside her.

"Oh god! John"Claire screams your name into the quiet room, her hands flying to the headboard, her back arching violently off the mattress as her inner walls clamp down around you in a tight, crushing spasm. You begin a heavy, driving, and relentless tempo, every powerful thrust pushing her deeper into the pillows, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin meeting skin echoing through the dark suite.

"Yes! Harder, John! All night!" she wails, her head tossing from side to side, her generous breasts swaying beautifully under the dim lights as you dominate her completely.

The encounter is fierce and unrelenting. You turn her, shift her, taking her from behind, then pinning her wrists above her head, leaving no part of her untouched, marking her body over and over again. She flies over the edge multiple times, her body shaking in violent, gripping orgasms that scream through her veins, but you don't let her rest, driving her right back into the heat.

Hours blur together in a haze of sweat, gasps, and the continuous friction of pure lust. As the very first hint of dawn begins to pale the sky outside the window, the final, towering precipice catches up to both of you. Your muscles ache, your breath coming in ragged, exhausted bursts as you grip her thighs, pulling her hips up to meet your final, devastatingly deep thrusts.

"John! Now! Fill me!" she screams, her inner muscles contracting with an agonizing, final vice that pulls your release directly from you.

You groan loudly, driving deep one last time, holding yourself inside her as you pump pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed deep into her clutching warmth, filling her womb completely, finalizing the breeding project as the Hawaiian sun begins to rise on your final day.