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Asher took over with animalistic fervor. He turned Miria against the rock, bent her forward, and slid two fingers into her from behind, moving them rapidly to prepare her. Miria moaned loudly, arching her back.
"Yes! Like that… harder!"
He withdrew his fingers and thrust into her with a powerful stroke. He pounded her hard, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, alternating between deep and rapid movements.
"You're so tight…" he growled.
Miria cried out with every impact:
"Harder, Asher! Ahh… yes! Don't stop!"
He changed position, lifted her, and took her standing against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He drove deep into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Miria came a second time with a raw cry, her nails digging into his back.
They continued without tiring. For the third time, Asher laid her on a flat stone near the waterfall. He entered her in missionary position, slowly at first, then faster and faster, while pinching and caressing her breasts. Miria panted, begging him:
"Asher… I'm going to… please, deeper!"
She came violently, taking Asher with her.
For the fourth and final time, they remained entwined in the water, Miria straddling him, moving slowly this time, more intimately. Asher slid his fingers between them to stimulate her clit while she rode him. Foreheads pressed together, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"I love you…" Asher murmured between groans.
"I love you too… for eternity now," Miria replied, breathless.
They came together one last time, in a mix of cries and sighs, before collapsing into each other's arms, fulfilled
and more united than ever.