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He runs the tip up and down, checking if I’m wet enough before pushing inside me. I gasp as he fills me, inch by inch, until I think I can't take any more.

He tells me almost all of him is inside me, and I can't help but ask, "Wasn't it already? There’s more?"

He laughs at my question, a low, husky sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Now it is," he answers, giving one last, deep push.

I grip the blanket beneath me, tilting my head back and moaning loudly.

"I've... I've never felt this filled," I manage to gasp out, my eyes squeezed shut as my body adjusts to the sensation.

Chapter 8 - Aaron

My heart thunders as I find myself intertwined with Chloe in the middle of nowhere, beneath a blanket of stars, the warmth of a bonfire as our only shield against the cool mountain air.

She's right there with me, her naked body beneath mine, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, my body connected with hers in a way I've only ever dreamed about.

Her soft voice urges me closer, pleading for the beat of my heart to match hers. With a grin, I comply, draping my body over hers, my heart pounding against her chest.

I can't stop moving, not when she feels like this around me, snug and perfect.

She moans into my ear, and I can't suppress the grunt that escapes me in return. Her arms find their way around my back, her nails gently tracing lines down my skin.

We're two pieces that finally make sense together, and a sudden realization hits me, a newfound purpose and happiness that I've only found here, with her, in Willow Creek.

Feeling the growing heat, I pick up the pace, driving into her faster, harder. I watch her head tilt back, arching her back, and I can't help but lose myself in the vision she is creating for me.

Chloe's eyes lock on mine, her face breaking into a smile, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. She confesses that it feels too good, and the sincerity in her voice sends a wave of joy through me.

I lean down to press a kiss against her forehead, promising her nothing but goodness, pleasure, happiness.

She murmurs into my ear, her breathy voice filled with anticipation, asking me not to stop as she nears her peak. I nod, maintaining our rhythm, each thrust aimed at bringing her the pleasure she so desires.

Her hair clings to her face, a messy halo of locks, and I sweep them away, tucking them behind her ear. The sight that greets me almost makes me lose myself. There she is, lost in the throes of pleasure, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with the evidence of our passion.

The words 'I love you' linger on the tip of my tongue. I want to voice them, to shout them out into the vast wilderness around us. But I know now isn't the time.

Instead, I keep moving, my hands gripping her thighs, trying to ground myself in the whirlwind of emotions. Her fingers curl around the blanket, her body tightening around mine. The sensation sends a shudder through my body. It's overwhelming, it's too much, it's...

With a final grunt, I spill myself inside her, our bodies trembling together in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. The reality of us, of this moment, still seems like a dream.

But the woman beneath me, the one I've desired for so long, is real. Chloe is real. And I'll hold onto this memory, cherishing it until the day I die.

I lay on my back, the chilly earth beneath me, the warmth of Chloe’s body at my side. Her head rests comfortably on my arm, and I turn my head to look at her. She’s stunning in the glow of the fire, her eyes sparkling with a happiness that mirrors my own.

"This...” She begins, “I never saw it coming. Did you?"

I laugh, unable to suppress the grin that stretches across my face.

"Honestly, I didn’t," I confess. "But now, I’m hoping this is just the start."

Her eyes twinkle mischievously.

"Maybe," she teases, causing a shared laughter to echo into the night. It lingers in the air, a testament to our newfound closeness. She breaks the silence again, her voice serious. "I want this to happen again, Aaron. But only if Liam knows about us first."

"Absolutely," I respond, my voice echoing my agreement. "I'll talk to him, man to man."

She looks relieved, and I can’t help but chuckle as she continues.

"Good, because right now, you should really focus on what's beneath you. Your ass is on the cold ground."

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