They were on the balcony just outside the lake house, the wooden floor smooth and warm underfoot.

The railing ran along the edge and beyond it the full view opened up.

The lake stretched out ahead, flat and dark, the moonlight sitting on the surface in one long broken line.

There was a boat dock extended from the shoreline below, pale in the silver light, the water lapping quietly against the posts.

Trees lined the far bank. Fireflies moved in slow pulses near the treeline.

The air smelled like water and pine.

Elena had both hands on the railing looking out at the lake.

She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.

"When you said change position," she said, "I thought you meant on the couch."

Liam looked at the lake. Then at her. "I just survived a poisoning. I feel like connecting with nature."

Elena stared at him. "That is the stupidest reason I have ever heard."

"I know."

"I’m not going to lie," she said. "I’m actually looking forward to this."

"I know," Liam said. "Your pussy is making that very clear."

She looked at him for another second.

Then she shook her head and turned back to the railing. She bent forward slowly, her hands gripping the bar, her ass facing him.

Liam looked at her.

The moonlight ran across the curve of her back and down.

Her ass was full and round and pale in the silver light, no panties, nothing covering it, just her. Her pussy visible from this angle, pink and wet and ready.

Her waist pulled in above it sharply, the line of her spine running up between her shoulder blades.

The lake sat beyond the railing behind her, the dock below, the fireflies moving in the trees across the water.

’Connecting with nature,’ he thought. ’Best idea I’ve ever had.’

"I’m ready," she said.

He stepped forward.

He reached down with two fingers and spread her pussy gently, feeling the warmth of her, still wet from before.

He took his dick in his other hand, positioned himself at her entrance, and pushed in slowly.

"Oh—" Her hands tightened on the railing hard. Her head dropped forward, hair falling around her face, her back curving downward.

He pushed in fully and held there.

’Every single time,’ he thought, feeling her grip him from every direction. ’Warm and tight and pulling me in like she made a permanent decision about it.’

Then he started moving.

Long strokes first, pulling almost all the way out and pressing back in fully, his hands spread wide across her hips.

Her ass pressed back against him on each stroke, the soft flesh spreading against his hips, rippling with every impact, the sound of skin sharp and clear in the night air.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — mm—"

Her sounds mixed with the crickets and the water lapping against the dock below. She pushed back to meet each stroke, her body finding the rhythm fast, her ass rolling back with every thrust.

"Oh — yes — right there—"

He picked up the pace. Her sounds climbed with it immediately. The moonlight sat on her back, on the curve of her ass, on the water beyond the railing, on all of it at once.

’I was sitting in that chair an hour ago,’ he thought. ’Couldn’t see. Couldn’t move.’ He drove forward harder and she gasped and gripped the railing tighter. ’And now I’m on a balcony above a lake.’ Another stroke. ’Nature is healing.’

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Liam — oh god — Liam—"

Her sounds were getting louder, coming freely, the railing creaking under her grip as she pushed back harder to meet each thrust. Her boobs swayed beneath her with every impact, heavy and continuous, the motion uninterrupted.

"I can’t stop," she said, her voice already completely gone. "I’m screaming. The whole forest can hear me."

"Good," Liam said, his pace not breaking for a single second. "Scream louder than the forest."

"Liam—"

He thrust forward hard.

"Ah—" The sound tore out of her and went across the water with nothing to stop it, clean and raw, swallowed by the treeline on the far bank. She gripped the railing with both hands and pushed back and kept going.

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Down on the gravel driveway the driver stood beside the Phantom with his hands behind his back and his eyes on the treeline across the property.

A sound came from somewhere above him.

High and continuous.

Then another, louder than the first.

He stood completely still for three full seconds. Then he reached for the door handle, got in, and pulled it shut. He adjusted the rearview mirror. Turned the radio on low.

The Phantom was well soundproofed.

It helped. Somewhat.

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Liam shifted the angle, pulling her hips back differently, and on the next stroke she made a sound that had no shape left in it at all.

"Oh — right there — stay — don’t move—"

He stayed right there.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — ah — oh god—"

Her whole body locked. Hands white on the railing. Back arching sharply away from him. The sound that came out of her was long and raw and went out across the lake and kept going. Her thighs shook against his hands, her pussy clenching around him in waves that moved through his entire body from the point of contact outward.

He held her through it. Hands steady on her hips, feeling all of it, not moving until the last wave passed and her weight came forward against the railing and she just breathed.

The crickets filled the silence.

The water lapped below.

Her breathing came back in uneven pulls, slowly finding its way back to something normal.

Then Liam pulled back.

"Turn around," he said.

Elena straightened up and turned to face him, her back now against the railing, her hair completely undone, her chest heaving, her boobs rising and falling with each breath. She looked at him with her eyes still glassy.

He moved toward her and she reached for the railing on either side of her instinctively, gripping it behind her. He hooked both her legs up, one at a time, lifting them until they were wrapped around his waist, her weight supported between his hands under her thighs and the railing at her back.

She looked at him from this position with wide eyes. "Liam—"

He pushed in.

"Oh—" Her head went back against the open air, her grip on the railing tightening behind her. From this angle he was deeper than before and she felt every millimeter of the difference immediately.

"Oh god — that’s — that’s different—"

He started moving. Short and deep, his hands locked under her thighs, holding her steady, each thrust driving upward. Her boobs moved with every impact, bouncing with the rhythm, the skin of them flushed pink all the way down. Her ass was fully off the railing now, her whole weight held between his hands and her grip on the bar behind her.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — oh — Liam — oh god—"

The lake sat open and wide behind her, the moonlight on the water, the fireflies still moving in the treeline, all of it framing her as she held the railing and took everything he was giving her.

’She’s gripping me so tight from this angle,’ he thought, his jaw locked. ’Like her pussy decided this was its favourite position and filed a formal complaint about ever leaving it.’

He picked up the pace.

"Oh — oh god — oh—"

Her sounds were beyond any attempt at management now. They came with every stroke, each one louder than the last, going out across the water in every direction.

He kept going until he felt her building again, her thighs tightening around him, her grip on the railing going white.

Then he lowered her legs and turned her back around.

She grabbed the railing immediately, bending forward, her ass back toward him, her head dropping.

"Don’t stop," she said. Her voice completely wrecked. "Please don’t stop."

He pushed back in from behind.

"Oh—"

This time he didn’t start slow. He picked up right where the last position had left off, his hands on her hips, driving forward with a rhythm that built immediately and didn’t let up. Her ass rippled with every impact, her boobs swaying beneath her, her sounds coming in one continuous stream that mixed with the crickets and the water and the night.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Ah — ah — I’m — Liam — I’m—"

She came again.

Harder than the first time. Her whole body seizing, her back arching, the sound that came out of her crossing the lake and disappearing into the dark treeline on the far side. Her pussy clenched around him in long tight continuous waves, her thighs trembling, her hands gripping the railing so hard it creaked under the pressure.

He held her through every second of it.

When it finally passed she slumped forward against the railing, completely empty, her chest against the wood, her breathing ragged and slow.

A long moment passed.

Just the crickets. Just the water. Just her breathing.

Then she straightened up and turned around.

She looked at him.

Then her eyes dropped.

She lowered herself onto her knees on the balcony floor, the wood smooth and cool under them, and looked up at him from where she knelt. Her hair fell around her face in every direction. Her boobs rose and fell with her breathing, her skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight. Her lips slightly parted.

She took him in her mouth.

Slow at first. Her lips wrapping around him, her head moving in a steady rhythm, her hands on his thighs. She looked up at his face occasionally from below, reading his reaction, adjusting.

He put his hand on her head.

She went deeper on the next stroke and a sound came from somewhere in her chest, low and muffled and continuous.

"Mm—"

His jaw tightened. She found the specific pace that made his hand press into her hair and stayed on it, not changing anything, just holding it steady and consistent.

His grip tightened.

His breathing stopped being even.

His hips moved forward once on their own and she didn’t pull back. Just adjusted and kept going, her hands pressing flat against his thighs.

"Tch—"

Everything tightened at once. His hand in her hair. His jaw. His whole body. A low rough sound left him through his teeth and she stayed exactly where she was, her throat working around him, swallowing once and then again and then once more until it was completely done.

She pulled back slowly and sat on her heels.

She looked up at him.

Lips swollen.

Eyes glassy and soft.

Hair going in every direction. Skin still flushed and glowing in the moonlight from her face all the way down her chest.

She looked completely undone and completely at peace with every part of it.

Like a puppy that had decided this was home and had no further questions about the arrangement.

Liam looked down at her.

He reached forward and used his thumb to clean the corner of her lip slowly, wiping it gently, and she let him, her eyes on his face the whole time.

He looked at her there on her knees in the moonlight with the lake behind her and the night air sitting around both of them and the crickets going on like nothing had happened at all.

’She’s completely mine now,’

Elena looked up at him from where she knelt.

She just smiled.