Healing Old Wounds

They kiss with the passion of wounded survivors coming through alive but losing so much. Hands groped everything they could when not holding each other. Jeff didn't control himself now; there was no need.

No more hesitation. No more doubts. She is all I have left now.

Kim wasn't holding back either, her moans loud and her body grinding against his. Moisture coated them; part water, part sweat, part bodily fluids. She explored every part of Jeff with her tongue, and he did the same to her with his tongue. Despite the pleasure of different techniques, they focused on face contact and kissing.

Her moans were much louder up close and loudest at climax, Jeff thought.

He didn't pull out or resist climax like he had before, his warm fluid liberally coating her insides. She wouldn't let him place his fluid anywhere else. Every time they neared climax, her arms and legs would lock him in place.

As the night cycle came, they finally stopped. They were both breathing heavily but their grip on each other remained strong. "That was...intense...and wet...and invigorating..." Kim says through breaths as Jeff finally pulls out of her. His fluids leak out of her into the warm water. Kim kisses him a few times before saying, "We both needed that....but thank you...thank you for...everything..."

It was time to head inside because night had come. Kim holds onto him as Jeff picks her up and carries her towards home.