Page 24 of Presence

With a swift move, he shifts us so that my back is to the waterfall. The mist sprays over us, mingling with the sweat on our skin and giving us more of that ethereal glow I like so much. My bra slips off, carried away by the rushing water and disappearing into its depths.

“I want to feel you,” I moan, all logical thought gone. My hands roam over his body, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath his skin, the power and heat radiating from him.

His reaction is instant. He tenses up, then relaxes under my touch, like he’s soaking in every sensation. His dark, intense eyes lock onto mine.

“As you wish,” he purrs, his voice husky. He guides my hands down his chest, across his abdomen, to the waistband of his shorts. His skin is hot under my touch, the muscles firm and responsive. Then, he steps back and lays me down onto the rock shelf.

My legs turn to jelly, but I’m alone only for a moment as he pulls his shorts down, letting them fall to his ankles before stepping right back into me.

There’s electricity in the air between us now. I can taste it on my tongue, feel it thrumming through me. When he reaches for me again, I leap onto him, wrapping myself around him as he slides my bikini bottom to the side and teases me with his fingers. I’m drenched. I don’t need confirmation, but I get it anyway.

“You’re so ready for me,” he whispers, his voice dark and sending shivers through me. My inner walls clench with anticipation.

As he finally enters, my entire world narrows to him and only him. I gasp, biting down on my fingers.

He’s large, stretching me to my limits despite how wet and overwhelmed with desire I am. Each inch throbs as he fills me, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

There’s a moment of pure, intense focus where nothing else exists but him, moving slowly inside, testing me, adjusting my position, cupping my ass to hold me steady. He waits for my body to accommodate him.

I’m going crazy.

I feel like I’m flying, soaring among the clouds with cool mist and the sun on my skin. It’s like forbidden arts are etched into my bones, scattering me into the air, becoming life itself. I roll my eyes back.

When he starts moving, my body goes limp as I let this man do anything he wants to me. And what he wants is to fuck me. Not like a guardian spirit to a human, but like a being to a being. Equal, yet completely animalistic. His movements are deliberate, rhythmic, echoing the ebb and flow of the water around us. His lips find mine again, muffling my moans, catching my breaths as his pace quickens. Each thrust is deeper, forcing gasps from my lungs that he captures with his kisses.

My free hand digs into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as the world tilts and spins. Birds cry out in the distance, their sounds blending with mine. They sound like they’re crying with me. Like they’re crying like me. But then, I stop hearing them because I’m too loud to hear anything besides myself. Every nerve ending feels electrified, every sense heightened to an almost unbearable clarity.

“Yes, my Little Soul,” Echo groans among my moans. For a split second, I wonder if he feels what I’m feeling—if this surreal pleasure is only mine or if he feels like he’s just a blip of existence together with me—but then, he runs a hand up my spine, and grips my neck, and I shudder, all thought forgotten.

“Oh... fuck…” My voice cracks.

He thrusts into me, and I clench around him, teetering between pain and pleasure. I swear I feel something flicking my clit, sending hot white shivers through all my nerve endings. But it’s impossible. There’s nothing playing with me there. My hands are around his neck and shoulders, and his are holding my arms like iron rods. Yet, the pleasure is so intense it’s almost delirious.

The orgasm crashes over me.

It’s unlike anything I’ve felt in the human realm. My soul feels like it’s being sucked out of my body, sent across stars and galaxies, enlightened and unburdened.

To say it feels amazing is an understatement. I feel everything. My voice dies in my throat as I stop breathing. For a moment, I think I hear the birds crying out again, but then they hush. There’s only ringing in my head and the sensation of exploding into a million pieces.

Echo picks them up. He spins us around, putting me against the cool rock, and resumes his movements. He goes faster, rougher. I start shaking in his hold, and that shaking seems to bring my soul crashing back into my body as I take a loud breath and start moaning harder than ever.

I don’t know how long we go on like this, with me on the brink of dying from too much pleasure, and him never stopping. It feels like forever, like time doesn’t exist. But finally, when it becomes too much, when the line between pain and pleasure blurs, he reaches his peak. With a mad urgency, he thrusts a couple more times before spilling inside me, gripping me tighter.

His climax arrives with a growl that blends into the waterfall’s roar, his body quaking under the force of his release. His breath warms my neck, his hold easing slowly as the tide of his ecstasy recedes.

Slowly, he steps back, steadying me as I find my footing against the slippery rock. His eyes, still dark with desire, hold mine with an intensity that feels like he’s seeing into my soul. He is, I remind myself. He knows all of me.

“Wow, that was…” I say, his gaze searching. As a faint smile forms on my lips, he relaxes. “Intense,” I finish.

“That’s one way to put it,” he agrees, a corner of his lips lifting.

“But honestly, dream or not, you’re gonna have to carry me out of here,” I say. “I don’t think I can move.”

It’s true. My legs have long turned to jelly.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” I murmur, sprawled on the forest floor between the moss and the pond. The sun’s warmth filters through the trees, wrapping around me. Echo is right beside me, completely naked, with just a leaf magically covering his junk, like he’s Adonis himself.

Honestly, I find it fucking hilarious, but I’m feeling too dreamy to say anything about it. He could be wearing a raccoon costume for all I care, and I’d still find being here with him blissful anyway.

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