She nods, breath shaky but steadying, fingers curling into my shoulders like she’s anchoring herself. I stay exactly where I am, letting her feel me there without asking anything more.
“Okay,” she whispers after a moment. She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. “Move. Please.”
I move.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of me, that let me feel every flutter and clench of her pussy around mycock. She’s so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect that I have to grit my teeth against the urge to come right then.
“Faster.” She’s panting now, her nails scoring my back. “Harder. I need?—”
“I know what you need.”
I hitch her leg higher, changing the angle, and drive into her with enough force to make her cry out. Better. Deeper. I can feel myself hitting that spot inside her, the one that makes her eyes roll back and her pussy clench.
“That’s it,” I growl, barely recognizing my voice. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Yes—God, yes?—”
“This pussy is mine now.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “You understand? Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fill whenever I want.”
“Yours.” She gasps and trembles, her whole body tightening around me. “I’m yours, Daniel. All of me.”
“Damn right you are.”
I can feel her getting close again. Her walls flutter around my cock. Her breath comes in sharp little sobs. I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and rub in tight circles while I fuck her harder.
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Want to feel you milk me while I fill you up.”
She breaks with a scream, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I see stars. The sensation drags me over the edge with her. Ibury myself to the hilt as I come, spilling inside her in hot pulses while her name tears from my throat.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe together, foreheads pressed close, hearts pounding in the same desperate rhythm.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I laugh, the sound shaky and raw. “Yeah.”
“That was?—”
“Yeah.”
She’s crying. I don’t realize it until I lift my head and see the tears tracking down her temples, disappearing into her hair.
“Hey.” I brush them away with my thumbs, sudden panic tightening my chest. “Did I hurt you? Was it too?—”
“Happy tears.” She laughs, watery and bright. “I promise. I just—I’ve never—” She shakes her head, struggling for words. “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like coming home.”
My chest cracks open. I kiss her softly, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into it because words aren’t enough. Will never be enough.
I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s draped across my chest. The sun is warm on our skin. The radio is still playing, some song about dirt roads and forever. Her heart beats against mine, steady and sure.
“I can’t believe you tried the lift,” she mumbles against my skin.
“I can’t believe you doubted me.”
“You dropped us both in the lake.”
