Mara starts to lift, pivoting at her hips, and lowering back down. Over and over she takes all of me and creates beautiful friction between us as she starts to ride me. She’s so fuckinghot, she’s beautiful and stunning and remarkable but all I can think when she’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow is how hot this girl is. And she’s all mine. Breasts bouncing, chest heaving, pussy squeezing me in a vice grip. I have to tell her.
“You’re so h-hot when you ride me like that.” Talking to her is getting easier. And it would seem doing so drives her wild. She gets lost in the moment, in my words.
I yank on the stretchy top of her dress so her breasts are on full display, reveling in the perfect melon shape and dusky nipples, the way they move with her driving me insane with need. I want to fuck her, I want to chanel how much I’ve missed her into my movements.
As if she can read my thoughts, Mara leans back bracing her elbows on the dashboard so I buck my hips up to lift hers, tightening my hold on her as I start to pound into her from below. Every thrust pushes us closer to finishing, I just want to stay inside her forever.
And now we have forever.
My thrusts are so intense I’m worried she’ll be sore later but if I know my girl, she’ll probably like that. She claws her nails down my arms, begging for a release and more all at the same time. She gets louder and louder as each minute passes. Knowing she’s the kind of girl who needs more than just vaginal stimulation, I move my hand so my thumb can reach her clit and press down before stroking up and down, coaxing her.
“God, Jason, I can’t handle it.” Her eyes pinch closed and her head tips back. She’s about to come.
“Agh, you’re amazing.Fuck.”
“You take it so well, b-baby. Come for me.”
Knowing she’s on the verge of climaxing, I give myself permission to do the same as we both moan and grunt into oblivion, falling through space and time until we are dizzy with satisfaction. Mara falls forward onto me so her face rests on my chest as we breathe into one another, trying to catchour breaths. I stroke the back of her silky hair while we come down from the high of that orgasm. There are plenty more in our future.
“I’m so s-sorry, Mara.” I say as I continue my steady pace of stroking her gently. “For everything. F-for how I be-haved. For–.”
“I forgive you.” Three little words, most people think the L word is the most important but those words,I forgive you, mean more to me than anything else ever could.
I hold her in a tight embrace afraid to let go. She curls her arms around me as well and we just stay like that for who knows how long, cherishing this moment in time.
I love this woman so much.
“I noticed you don’t stutter as much when we’re having sex,” she points out. “Maybe we should do it more often so you can practice.” I mirror the mischievous smile on her face as she laughs to herself, making me laugh too. Then I duck in and kiss her, holding her face between both hands. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go.
Eventually, we manage to peel ourselves away from one another and head back to the cabin. I know she needs to go home and get her things, and tell her parents what’s happened. And that will be a trial in itself. But for one more day I want to live in our happy little bubble away from any real world problems. Afterall, that’s what this place was meant to be. It’s an escape from reality to create the life we want, not the one society wants us to have.
I didn’t give Dylan any inclination where I was going when I left this morning. I sat in my truck outside the coffee shop for two hours trying to find the courage to go in and see her. Then I decided I should just wait until she’s done with her shift so I didn’t get her fired. I know she doesn’t need a job so if she’s working, she wants to be.
Dylan came back from running errands a month ago and told me he saw Mara was working at Mt. Hood Coffee Roasters. I thought that would be a better place to approach her than risk running into her parents at their house. I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that I was there when that douchebag tried to harass her. I won’t even let my mind wander down theroad ofwhat if I hadn’t been therebecause I know I’ll just get angry. I don’t want to be angry right now, I want to bask in this reunion.
As we pull into the driveway of the cabin I wonder if it looks any different to her, the snow was pretty melted last time she was here, but the flowers weren’t in bloom yet and the sky was covered by a thick layer of gray clouds. Now, the landscape is full of color and life. Even the wood seems brighter, glowing with the warmth of the sun.
Mara unlatches her door and hops out, an eager, hopeful expression on her face that fills me to the brim with joy. I hoped she would feel that way.
She stares onward toward the cabin while I watch her intently. She can probably feel me staring at her but I don’t care, she looks right here, she looks like she’s part of the landscape. Since the lake made her dress see through, I gave her one of my flannels I keep in the back seat to cover up. Her hair is tied back with a white bow, a feminine juxtaposition to the masculine flannel hanging off her shoulders. She’s perfect.
“I feel like I’m home.” Some of the best words I’ve heard leave her lips, second to“I forgive you.”
I stare up at the cabin appreciatively for a moment as I snake an arm around her shoulders, folding her into my side.
“You-you are h-ome.”
The front door opens and Dylan steps out, looking down at the bowl of scraps in his hand that I assume he’s taking to the barn. As soon as he spots us, he doesn’t even stop walking, just greets us by saying, “Well, it’s about damn time.” He changes course so he’s walking straight for us when I decide it’s time to let him in on my secret now that Mara is back.
“Hhi” I say slowly. It needs work. But my single word has the desired effect and the unshakable man stops dead in his tracks, eyes as wide as lightbulbs while he swallows a lump in his throat. It takes him a moment to process that what he just heard wasn’t in his head. So I follow it up with, “Dylan.”
At the sound of his own name he crosses the space between us in a flash and pulls me into a brotherly embrace. I knew he’d be happy but I didn’t expect as much emotion as he’s showing. I can’t wait to tell him how grateful I amfor him, how important he’s been in my life all these years. And, inevitably, the cause of my silence for so many years. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to have that discussion but he deserves some answers. He deserves the truth. I know he’ll want to blame himself in some way, tell me I should have told him or Mom, but I think in time he’ll understand and accept the past for what it is.
“Love you, brother,” he smacks my back and steps away. “I’m proud of you.” Knowing I don’t like being the center of attention, he shifts his body toward Mara. “As for you,” he pulls her into a hug next, with the same brotherly affection he gave me. “Welcome home.”
Epilogue
Mara- Five Months Later
