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His fingers are at my waist, then reaching up to my breasts, squeezing, teasing me breathless.
My skin’s buzzing. My heart’s pounding. My body is eager, ready to be joined to his again.
As if this is what we’ve been building toward since the second he pulled me off that cliff.
I want it. All of it.
I want him.
Chapter Six
Zack
I’m in heaven. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight than the way Ella looks above me as she sinks down onto my length. I guide her, holding her hips, as my cock slowly disappears inside her.
When she’s fully seated, she gasps, “Oh, you’re so deep,” and grinds her hips in a way that makes me groan.
“Just like that, baby, you’re gonna kill me—you feel so good.”
Carefully, cautiously, she starts to move up and down, slowly speeding up until she finds a rhythm she likes. Her hands are splayed on my chest to support her weight, her perfect breasts swaying gently as she rides me.
“Baby, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, taking me so well,” I tell her, already in love with the way her skin flushes when I compliment her.
She leans down to kiss me and I lift my head to meet her, clashing our lips together in a fierce kiss that feels like it means something real. I wrap my arms around her back to hold her tight against me as we kiss, her breasts pressed against my chest.
Our bodies strain to be impossibly closer, even though we’re joined as closely as we can be, my tongue in her mouth, my cock in her tight heat, claiming her as mine.
Mine.
Her walls are tightening around me, but I can tell she needs more, and she confirms it when she pulls back just enough to gasp, “Zack! I need…”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her, gripping her hips and holding her right where she needs to be so I can thrust up into her, hard.
I start up a relentless pace that makes her scream, and when I lean up to pull her nipple into my mouth, nipping gently with my teeth and then laving away the pain with my tongue, she reaches her peak with a moan that echoes through the cave. Her walls clench tight around me and I thrust up into her one final time to release inside her with a groan of my own.
Both of us shaking, we settle back onto the blankets as our breathing calms. My arms wrapped tightly around her back, her head resting on my chest, I stay inside her as long as I can, the moment suddenly feeling fragile.
I don’t want to let this moment go.
I don’t want to lethergo.
Outside, the rain has finally stopped, but I’m not ready to go back to the world yet. Not when I’ve got her in my arms. Not when she feels like the beginning of something I never knew I needed.
I don’t want to lose the warmth of her body tangled with mine, the steady rhythm of her breathing against my chest, or the way her fingers keep lightly tracing over my skin like she’s memorizing me by touch.
But reality’s creeping in.
The storm has passed. And eventually, we’re going to have to step back into the world.
I tighten my hold on her, press a kiss to her forehead with a sigh. “We should probably head back.”
I feel her body tense. Just a little. But enough.
“My truck is parked a few miles from the spot where I found you yesterday. It’s quite a long walk. How’s your ankle?”
“All good,” she says without looking at me. “It was just a light scrape.”
“Your friend must be worried,” I say, trying to ease the awkward silence stretching between us.
