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The coarse hair at the base of his dick tickled my ass, my pussy clenched around him tight and firm, waiting anxiously for him to move.

Shifting his hips, he pulled back slowly, only to drive in deeper. His crown hit my lower belly, forcing a rush of air to skip out of my lungs. Thrust after thrust, he fucked me. Raw and needy, the love of my life turned from man into beast.

And I begged for every second of it.

“Harder, fuck me harder.” Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I did my best not to scream. The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted by a curious old man, searching for the sound. That would be a recipe for disaster, killing any and all arousal that had claimed us.

Each piston of his hips was followed by a deep grunt. With clenched teeth, grinding into each other, he slammed in and out hard and fast.

My brain went fuzzy and numb, forgetting where we were. When I was with Birch, it always felt like there was no one else in the world. He was all-consuming, engulfing every inch of my body and mind.

The orgasm bubbled, tingling in my stomach and spreading down my legs. My tits scraped the bar top, making my nipples tender and firm beneath the fabric of my shirt.

“Mm, Birch, fuck, I'm so close.” Biting my lower lip, I looked back at him over my shoulder. “Don't stop, harder, harder. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

His hips drove in with malice, threatening to force me to my knees. Pressing the tips of my toes into the floor, I found my balance and readied my body for pure ecstasy. I was right there, teetering on the edge of sexual insanity, ready to jump.

With white knuckles I held on tight, as fireworks shot through my muscles turning them weak. The orgasm hit hard, making my thighs quiver and my lungs struggle for air.

I couldn't breathe, but I didn't need to. He fed me everything my body needed to survive. He was my food, my water, my oxygen. I could give up everything, and as long I still had my man, I would be happy.

Birch picked up his pace, gripping my hips in both hands and pulling me back to meet his rhythm. With one final thrust, he groaned, stilling above me and clinging to my waist with the tips of his fingers.

Dropping his chest onto my back, we laid there like that for a few seconds. Our chests rose and fell together, our breathing loud and ragged as we both slowly came down from the high coursing through our veins.

“Okay,” he finally said, pulling his cock free and grabbing a few cocktail napkins from the holder to clean off. “Back to work.” Slapping my ass, the sound rang out, echoing in the empty bar.

Giggling, I grabbed a few napkins for myself, and turned to look at him. “You're lucky I love you.”

Smiling, he clasped my jaw with his thumb and finger. “I know I am.” Giving me a kiss, he snapped his back straight. “I've always known how lucky I was to have you.”

My heart pitter pattered, watching his eyes glisten with that same look he has given me since we were kids and confessed our love to each other.

Tucking his cock back into his pants, he buttoned them up and glanced at the clock. “And we still have twenty minutes to spare. Want to go again?”

“You're a fucking animal.” Shaking my head, I threw the napkins into the garbage. “And no, we'll have to go for round two later.” Wriggling my hips, I shimmied my jeans back into place.

“You're no fun.” Pouting his lips, he batted his eyes like a sad puppy dog. “Come on, I can be quick.”

Smirking, I nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Hey,” he barked, doing his best not to laugh. “That was one time.”

“That's all it takes for me to know it can happen.” Grabbing the stack of papers from under the register, I rested them in my arm, and started for the office downstairs.

“I love you!” he yelled as my foot hit the top step.

“I know you do.” Smiling to myself, I pressed the papers to my chest and walked into the dimly lit basement.

For years I often wondered what my life would have been like if this tragedy hadn't happened. I wondered who I would be and what I would be doing if I hadn't ended up in those woods.

Would I be in college, working towards a degree in accounting?

Would I be slaving day after day as a waitress in a shitty restaurant, barely getting by?

And then one day those thoughts just stopped.

Because there was no place I could picture that would make me as happy as I was with Birch.

There was a silver lining to my story; finding the love of my life in the middle of a nightmare.