No turning back now

Lux tries to control her breathing as, little by little, she lowers herself down to accept Olan’s length. Her bent knees slide out to her sides; her arms are still around his neck, holding him close, her breasts pressing against his muscular chest. A small part of her wonders how she could be acting like this in her current situation, but most of her is too lost to care.

Their rhythm is slow at first, partly because they have to figure out by unspoken communication how to coordinate it; Lux can’t push up very hard, but Olan can’t do all the work either. Soon, Lux is beginning to bounce herself up and down. She brings her face closer to Olan’s, her lips brushing against his, his breath hot on her cheek.

The physical act of it feels good, of course, but that’s only part of the story for Lux. After unknown hours of **** and danger, the sense that she is safe and cared for in this man’s arms brings such relief as to be almost overwhelming. The last fleeting fears and concerns are abandoned, and she pants and moans as she pushes herself down with ever-great vigor to take him deeper inside her.

His mouth finds hers and he kisses her deeply; she presses her body against his, all sense of time and urgency forgotten. Gone, any sense of being his prisoner, any need to escape this place. She exists purely in this moment, surrendered to his control.

In what feels like no time at all, Lux’s pleasure grows to a shuddering pinnacle. She claws wildly at Olan’s back, only dimly aware of what she is doing in the throes of passion. Her breaths are laboured as she moans and pants in the throes of toe-curling, spine-tingling pleasure – she’s almost too exhausted to keep going, but some reserve of energy spurs her on.