The wind, the sound of the waves, the moonlight, and even the increasing excitement of the outdoors became the backgrounds that shrouded them for a while.
Calling it wild was an overstatement; in actual fact, Arren wasn't that adept at it at first. As he moved his hips and swallowed that length over and over again, he was drowned by the increasing tingling feeling that it brought him.
Arren didn't stop him from moaning and letting Spade know how much he liked the sensation of making love with him; their lips would suck each other as they kissed passionately and with obvious eagerness.
And when Arren was about to get tired from how his hips somehow wanted to give out, his eyes became determined as he persisted in being the one riding on top and didn't let the alpha thrust his hips or be the one in control.
