“Me too, baby. Me too.” I shifted her hips, positioning myself, and when I guided the head of my cock to her entrance and felt her body yield, stretching to accommodate me, the world fell away completely. Everything from my past. Everything except what was happening right now. She was tight and hot and perfect, surrounding me, enveloping me in wet heat as I pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, every muscle in my body straining with the effort to go slow, to not just thrust deep and lose myself. “You feel incredible.”
Finally, I was seated fully inside her. I pushed back the hair from her so I could see her expression. Her eyes were closed. “Look at me,” I ordered. I wanted to see what she was feeling. Because to me it felt like we were meant for this. Meant for each other.
When she did, I started moving, savoring every sensation—the drag and pull, the way her body gripped me, the heat and wetness. “That’s it, baby. Let me have you.”
Her hands were on my chest, pushing slightly. I knew the sensations she was feeling were intense. If let them too, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t think I even could at this point in time. I lifted her leg, changing the angle of penetration and we both gasped.
“Oh—” she cried out. “That’s—so deep—”
I thrust a little harder. “Take all of me. Every inch.” My fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises that would remind her of this moment. Of me.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse race against my lips. Her nails dug into my back, scoring lines that would mark me tomorrow, and I loved it—loved that she was claiming me the way I was claiming her.
“Harder,” she gasped, and something surged through me.
I drove into her with more force, more purpose. She cried out, her back arching. Her breasts rocking with the force of my movements.
“Right there,” she panted. “God, right there, don’t stop.”
“Say my name,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Tell me who’s inside you. Who’s making you feel this good.”
“Tucker,” she gasped. And then she shattered, her body arching and tightening around me, pulsing in waves that threatened to pull me under, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, face flushed with pleasure, completely undone—was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, feeling her orgasm milk me, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine, inevitable and overwhelming. “That’s it, baby. So fucking beautiful when you come.”
I followed her over the edge moments later, my release crashing through me with an intensity that left me gasping. Iburied myself as deep as I could, pumping my hips, once, twice, and then I was emptying my body inside hers.
For a long moment, we stayed like that—joined, trembling, holding each other like letting go meant drowning.
I’d been with women before. But never like this. Never where it felt more than just physical. Never where it felt like I was giving her pieces of myself I didn’t know I still had.
Neither of us spoke. We just lay there, listening to the rain, feeling the warmth of skin on skin.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, following the lines of old damage. Not exploring. Just... being. Like she was memorizing me.
I was thinking I didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve her warmth, her softness, her willingness to see past all my broken parts. I was thinking I’d spent years convincing myself I was better off alone, and then she’d walked into my life and proved me wrong in a matter of days.
I was thinking I wanted to keep her.
But I couldn’t say any of that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
I’d convinced myself I was better off alone. That isolation was safety. That the mountain was enough.
But lying here with Emily in my arms, I realized I’d been lying to myself.
The mountain wasn’t enough.
The silence wasn’t peace.
And being alone wasn’t the same as being safe.
It was just... alone.
Emily burrowing closer, seeking my warmth, and I tightened my arms around her.
Whatever happened next—whatever complications came from this, whatever challenges we’d face—I knew one thing for certain.
