‘Does it feel okay for you?’ she asked.
His laughter bounced around the woods. ‘Feels like fucking paradise, sweetheart. God, you’re perfect.’
‘You can move now,’ she said.
He did, her stomach dropping the moment he slipped gently away only to somersault when he returned. She clutched him, breathless, as her hips began to match the considerate pace of his thrusts, taking him deeper than she thought possible.
He clenched his teeth, gripping her arse with bruising force. ‘Fuck, Rae. Like that. Just like that.’
She moaned at the fire beginning to smoulder inside her, only for it to be doused moments later when her gaze fell past his scrunched, open-mouthed face to the leaves again. She was naked on a rock where anybody could find her with her best friend’s brother. She was letting him in, letting him rearrange her, knowing that they couldn’t go much further than this. How would she be okay with losing this when she’d only just gotten it? How would she be able to hide it from Martha when he was scoring stamps all over her body?
He slowed, cupping her jaw, a vein in his forehead protruding. ‘I need you here. Look at me, sweet girl.’
‘Sorry,’ she whispered. ‘It feels so good. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’
‘Nothing’s wrong with you.’ His nose grazed hers, vision blurring with his proximity. ‘I’ll take care of you, okay? You’re safe. You’re here with me.’
A lump of frustration filled her throat. This was just another reason on her long list as to why she’d never had a partner. She couldn’t justbehere. Even when she pleasured herself, she’d often find her orgasm just out of reach until eventually, she remembered something she had to do and stopped trying at all.
It wasn’t fair. He deserved the release he’d been craving for what must have been hours.
‘Can I take you to the water?’ he asked.
She hummed her yes, gasping when he pulled her up while still buried deep inside her. She leaned into that pleasant stretch, clutching it with both hands before it went away again. And when the chill water poured down her back, she couldn’t quite imagine ever being anywhere else. Here, her thoughts couldn’t touch her. Here, there was nothing but him and the cold lashing against her hot skin. She blinked through the droplets to look at him, finding him smiling as the torrent pasted his hair to his face. She scraped it back for him.
‘You can put me down if you need to.’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t need to.’ Instead, he propped her against the smooth rocks behind the falls – careful, as always. ‘Is this better?’
‘Yes. So much.’ To prove it, she rocked her hips, back arching at the contrast between his warmth and the water’s cold. Cursing, he used the rocks to support his free hand while he buried deeper.
After only a few thrusts, her orgasm approached, though he was still moving slow, still trying to keep from losing control. She wanted him to, dragging his face down to kiss him before moving to his earlobe to suck the dripping water there.
‘Rae,’ he mouthed on a low keen. ‘Slow down, sweetheart. I’m too close.’
She refused, desperate to finally make him feel as good as he did her. She scraped her teeth over his neck, using one of her thumbs to toy with his pink nipple.
Determination flickered bright over his features as he lowered to circle her clit, which was already as sensitive as exposed nerves from her first delicious orgasm.
‘Oh, God.’ She was writhing all over him, no longer co-ordinated or cautious as the pressure between her legs built. The rocks scraped her back, so she scraped his harder, leaving pink ribbons over his skin. She was here, like he’d asked her to be, and with the water keeping her locked in her body, she could finally enjoy it.
His finger moved to her full, dripping entrance, as he whispered, ‘There she is. My sweet girl. So good for me. So full of me.’ Those words were all it took for her orgasm to flood her.
She’d never felt one like it before, every fibre of her reacting in tandem as her walls clenched around him with reckless, liberated abandon.
‘That’s it. Come for me. I’ve got you.’ Struan’s brows pinched as he chased her, hips snapping erratically and his head flinging back into the water. ‘Fuck, Rae. You feel—’
He let out a guttural growl that only elongated her own pleasure, and for a moment, she wondered if they’d ever stop. It felt bottomless, this bliss, something she kept careening through even as her muscles contracted in protest.
Eventually, they reached the ground, both of them collapsing against the stone as the water continued to pour.
He stayed inside of her as though reluctant to leave, touches turning tender again as he pulled away just far enough to soak in her no doubt sanguine expression. ‘Was it okay?’
‘Perfect,’ she replied. ‘It was perfect.’
23
Struan was tempted to take Rae home and never let her leave. An hour later, after drying off on the rock, his body still felt electrified from the orgasm she’d driven through him. He wasn’t sure it would ever be the same between them again; her perfect warmth and gorgeous keens had rewritten him, senses rooted in every sound and expression she made.
