As the guns fell silent, she slid her knickers down and sat astride me, grinding back and forth. Lost in the euphoria of a world no longer struggling to survive. In the exhileration of new opportunities, of making every minute count. Living without regret, knowing old loves end, but new ones will be found.
On the eleventh hour she slid down my length, both lost in the ecstasy of each other. Not fucking in fear we might be next to fall; we made love in peace. Taking our time, enjoying every kiss, every touch, building together, reaching paradise as one.
