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I enjoy the sensations and the view of her bobbing along my length until I start to feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine. I don’t want this to be over before it really begins. So, I pull her up and roll on top of her, burying my face in her tits and then that sacred space between her legs. I have her moaning now as my tongue traces different shapes across her clit while my fingers tease her center, curling the tip until I find that place just inside of her that drives her crazy.
She’s panting with aftershocks when I lean over to grab a condom from the bedside table, sheathing myself quickly. My hand glides down her smooth thigh, past her knee, until I’m grabbing her lower leg and placing it on my shoulder. She’s primed and wet from her orgasm, so I plunge inside easily, both of us groaning when I bottom out. I start shifting my hips, moving in and out of her, and lean down to play with her nipples just to hear those tiny gasps of pleasure.
Our mouths crash together in dirty, broken kisses. She’s surrounding me with her wet heat, her soft skin, and her clean eucalyptus smell. The skin of her cheeks and her chest is flushed, and her pupils are blown.
Everything about her—her body, her beauty, her humor, her intelligence—is magnetic, pulling me in over and over until we’re crashing together.
This goes beyond great sex. Way beyond. I actually enjoy being with her. A lot.
I move slower to prolong the sensation. I drop my hips further so that every thrust causes my pelvis to slide across her clit. She comes for the second time, spasming around my shaft. Her contractions squeeze me so hard that I almost lose control. But I stop for a few seconds to regain my composure, edging myself in the process. The build feels too good, and I want it to last longer.
I drop her leg, and she instantly anchors it around my waist. I hold my weight on my elbows but lower until we’re completely connected. There’s no space in between us. I can feel her hardened nipples brushing across my chest with each movement. I kiss her. I bite her lower lip and then suck it into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, and I wonder if she can still taste herself on mine.
I savor the slow crescendo and then allow myself to increase the pace, our skin slapping together, and the mattress creaking. She feels like heaven. Tight and wet. Hot. I make a sound I don’t recognize when I come. I still deep inside of her as I spill my release into the condom. My cock jerks repeatedly, the orgasm stretching from seconds into minutes. And finally, I collapse.
“I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit after a moment, my orgasm like a truth serum, causing me to shed secrets I don’t really want known. I feel like a needy chick as I wait for her response. My breaths are still labored.
“Me too,” she says breathlessly.
I lean over and kiss her softly and slowly, happy with her admission. We lie in bed for a few minutes, talking about the day and coming down from the intense high.
“Did you still want to go whitewater rafting?” I ask.
We talked about it last night. Benji and Wyatt are working today. Even though I’m not thrilled to have Willow around Wyatt, I want her to enjoy the time she has left here. Plus, after these past few days, I don’t think there’s any doubt that this woman is mine while she’s still here.
“Yes. I definitely want to.”
“Okay,” I say, checking my phone. “I sent a text to Benji yesterday. He said to show up around two, that we could go on their last run of the day and then go grab something to eat.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We take a shower together. My place isn’t huge, but the master bathroom is spacious. It has plenty of room for two. I take my time, washing her body, and allow her to clean mine. My body is spent, so I don’t try to push for more this time. But the sight of her willowy form, warm and slick with water and soapsuds cascading down her curves, is tempting. We stay under the showerhead for longer than I planned because I can’t seem to keep my hands off her.
We get ready together in front of the mirror. It’s strange how normal this all feels, having a woman in my space. How domestic it all is. I’m shaving, and she’s next to me, putting on her makeup and fussing with her hair.
Willow has no idea that I rarely bring women to my place. And never on the regular. This is unique—what I’m doing with her. It’s special and out of character. I’m giving her a glimpse into my world. And not just a glimpse, but a front-row seat.
I would probably panic at the intimacy of it all if she lived in town. But the fact that she doesn’t takes all the pressure off our fling. I don’t have to worry about expectations or strings. I don’t have to think past this next week or decide if I’m built for a long-term relationship. As far as commitment goes, the answer has always been a firm no in the past. With Willow though … I might be tempted to change that. But I don’t have to. I can just enjoy this for what it is. A smoldering, all-consuming affair with a beautiful, intelligent woman who I can’t get enough of right now.
We head into town for coffee and some food. Willow makes a joke about me living my life like a man of leisure, but I can tell she’s curious about how I spend my days since so much of my time has been spent with her lately, so I tell her about the businesses I co-own. My family has always invested in the town, and I’m no different. I own stock in several places, one of which is her favorite coffee shop. And in the winter, I teach private snowboarding lessons just so I can be on the snow more often. I don’t need the money, but I enjoy it.
After our stomachs are full, we make our way out to the river. I know all the guys who work out here with Benji and Wyatt.Most of them are employed somewhere around the slopes or in the lodge during the winter. This town has a way of dragging you in and keeping you here long-term after you visit, like it places a spell on you or something. I’ve seen it happen multiple times. Tourists become locals in the blink of an eye.
“Are you warm enough?” I ask Willow when I see her shiver as we walk from the 4Runner to the small office building.
It’s partly cloudy today, and the wind is blowing. It’ll be even colder on the water.
“Yep.” She nods her head. “I’m okay.”
We’re both wearing long-sleeved athletic shirts and pants. The temperature isn’t high enough for her to wear that yellow bikini. Unfortunately. Though it’s probably better since the guys are here. I wouldn’t want to have to murder anyone for looking too long at my woman.
My woman. Huh.
I don’t know when Willow shifted from a girl visiting from out of town for a few short weeks into my woman, but she has. And it didn’t happen slowly. It was like a tidal wave, crashing down on me until I was swept up within the current. I was attracted to her. I acted on that attraction. And then—boom—we were fused together, and I haven’t been able to detach from her since. I don’t want to.
“What’s up?!” Benji yells when we enter the building. He’s sitting behind a desk with his feet propped up while watching a small television a few feet away. “Wyatt, get your ass out here!”
Benji stands and walks over to Willow, hugging her first. Then, we slap hands in a bro hug. Wyatt emerges from the back, and the greetings are repeated, though he’s a bit stiff with me.
