Something felt different

We lay there for a while longer, her thick, warm body pressed against mine. My hand slowly traced up and down her back, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze her ass. She was drawing lazy circles on my chest with her fingertips.

The talking slowly faded.

Her hand drifted lower until it wrapped around my cock, which was already starting to harden again from having her naked body so close. She stroked me slowly while looking up at me.

Neither of us said anything.

I rolled her onto her back and moved on top of her. She spread her legs for me without hesitation. I lined myself up and pushed inside her slowly this time — no rushing, no hard pounding like on the beach. Just deep, steady thrusts while we

[kissed.

It](http://kissed.It) felt different.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close as I moved inside her. Every time I bottomed out she let out a soft, breathy moan against my lips. I could feel how wet she still was from earlier — my cum from the beach mixed with fresh arousal.

I stayed buried deep and just rolled my hips, grinding against her clit with every slow thrust. She came first — quiet this time, her whole body tightening around me as she buried her face in my neck and moaned my name.

I followed soon after, cumming deep inside her again with a low groan. I didn’t pull out. I just stayed there, still inside her, kissing her slowly while we both came down.

When I finally rolled off her, she immediately curled back into my side, one leg thrown over mine and her head on my chest.

We didn’t speak for a long time.

She just traced patterns on my stomach with her fingers until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

I stayed awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling of the caravan, her naked body warm against mine.

Definitely no feelings involved, I reminded myself again.

But it was getting harder to believe it.