My fingers found her soaked entrance. One thick digit slid in, instantly gripped by scorching, velvet heat. She clenched around me, skin flushing deep crimson, breath stuttering. The bright high-altitude light left nothing hidden—every shy quiver, every desperate twitch burned into my eyes.
I added a second finger, stretching her open, feeling her slick inner walls suck greedily at my knuckles. Her nails dug into my shoulders as her breathing turned ragged.
"Fuck… so wet for me, baby," I rasped, voice low and rough.
She arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Those light blue eyes glazed with tears, silently begging.
I held her gaze for one heartbeat, then clamped my large hand firmly over her eyes, blindfolding her with my palm. No more hiding. Only sensation. Only me.
I pulled my fingers out, gripped my throbbing cock, and pressed the swollen head against her dripping pink folds. With one slow, relentless push, I parted her tight petals and sank inside. Her walls clamped down like a fist, squeezing me so hard my thighs shook.
Then I thrust, deep, to the hilt.
She yelped, nails raking down my back.
"Hurt?" I panted against her lips.
"No…" Her voice was a shaky whisper, eyes still covered. "Don't stop… please."
I wrapped my big hand around her slender throat, tilting her head back, and crushed my mouth to hers. My tongue invadedroughly, tangling with hers, sucking it into my mouth as saliva spilled messily between us.
I started moving, slow, heavy strokes, each one dragging my thick ridge along every sensitive inch inside her. She opened for me, greedy and slick.
"Look at me," I growled, finally lifting my hand from her eyes.
Tears clung to her lashes as she obeyed. Her gaze was wild, drowning.
"I love you," I breathed.
She didn't answer with words—just pulled me down into a desperate, hungry kiss.
I kept the rhythm, watching my glistening cock slide in and out of her, her swollen folds clinging and flipping with every thrust.
Then I grabbed her legs and hooked them high around my waist. She locked them tight, pussy spread wide open for me. The new angle let me drive even deeper, the head of my cock slamming her sweet spot with every brutal stroke.
Wet, filthy slaps filled the air.
"Look at me, Ella."
Her face twisted in helpless ecstasy. A long, shattered whimper tore from her throat, high, raw, nothing like her usual voice. Then her whole body seized as hot, gushing waves flooded around my cock. Her walls spasmed violently, milking me in tight, rhythmic pulses.
The feeling destroyed me.
My thighs locked, release crashing through me like lightning. I groaned savagely, hips pounding hard a dozen more times as thick ropes of cum surged deep inside her, filling her completely.
She screamed, arms and legs clamping around me like she wanted to fuse our bodies into one.
We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, spent—our hearts hammering against each other in the bright, endless sunlight.
She rested her head on my shoulder, body still quivering from the aftershocks. Then I heard a faint sob.
Hot tears dripped onto my skin.
Ella was crying.
I didn't know if it was joy or pain, but my heart felt squeezed, nearly breaking.
"Keep the place," I kissed her tears. "I need to know where you are anytime. It's safe here."
