Slate stopped and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around to pull me flush against his naked body. I slid my hands up his torso, painting his body with the soot from my hands all the way up to his neck, where we met for a deepened kiss. Our tongues danced, and I melted at his sure and gentle touch. Slate was familiar, yet this was almost like experiencing him for the first time. The lust-driven excitement and desperate need overpowered everything else happening in the world.
Slate began to walk me backward as he kissed me. I held on, cupping his cheeks as I stumbled. He smiled against me, wrinkling the corners of his mouth in a way that hadn’t been there a few years ago. If this were the last time I’d be with Slate, who was my first…everything…I’d make sure it was something neither of us ever regretted.
I nipped his bottom lip, sucking on it the way I knew he’d liked. At the last second, he spun me around and pushed me against the tree trunk, my hands bracing against the rough surface.
“I know you’ve always wanted me to be rougher with you.” He slipped his fingers inside me, rubbing my wetness around slowly. “Not to treat you like you're fragile. And, baby, I’vealwaysknown you weren’t fragile.” I groaned when his fingers left me.
A moment later, I felt him teasing the head of his cock at my entrance, warning me to brace for what he had in store. My pussy clenched just as he shoved his cock all the way inside me.
“Shh…stay quiet, baby girl.” He gripped my waist and began to pummel me from behind. It seemed even years apart hadn’t made him forget where my G-spot was as he relentlessly slammed against it.
My pussy squeezed around him, and he dug his fingers into my hips harder as I felt his knees try to give way beneath him. “You want me on my knees for you, Princess? Is that it?” he asked as he resumed his thrusts, slower but harder, almost punishing. Definitely not the tamer thrusts I remembered from years before.
I nodded. “Yes. On your knees, Slate.”
“As you wish, baby,” he said, sliding free from my pussy only to drop to his knees to bury his face between my legs. “I’ll always be on my knees for you,” he whispered against my tender flesh, his warm breath spreading over me. “I always have been.” He devoured me, taking in every drop.
My orgasm began to rise, the brewing storm promising to swallow us both if it struck soon. My breaths grew short, and I grew lightheaded. I couldn’t help but moan his name.
“Fuck, say it again, Princess.” His tongue flicked out, teasing me once again.
“Slate,” I groaned again.
“Turn around and look at me.”
My body shook, but I did as he asked, looking at him on his knees at my feet, bare naked and vulnerable before me. “I’m yours.Forever and always. Even if you’re not mine. But my heart will never belong to another. Understand?”
My heart snagged, pushing my emotions up my throat. “Slate,” I whispered, running my fingers through his mussed hair before moving to cup his jaw. “Come here,” I said, my finger tilting his head upward from under his chin. The sight of him on his knees and covered in dirt made me wilt within. “Make me yours. Only for tonight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” He pulled me forward, making me straddle his face as he covered my pussy with his tongue and mouth, pushing me to grind along his tongue.
Lost in my pleasure, ecstasy clouded my mind, all negative thoughts and emotions absent. Warmth radiated within my chest as I remembered how much I’d missed Slate, despite how much I had avoided acknowledging it. The intensity he brought was on a much higher level than it had been in the past.
While he shared similarities with Chrome in many ways, he also stood in stark contrast. Chrome always carried a darkness hovering on the surface. Slate was pure light masked in strong protective shadows. Both were powerful yet soft in their own unique ways. Without a doubt, their greatest similarity was their revering touches that brought me to life.
My fingers combed through Slate’s hair as I whispered praises and begged him for my release. Just as I reached my peak, he detached himself from me, climbing back to his feet with a feral look in his eyes I’d never witnessed before.
I didn’t have time to protest before he spun me around and pushed me against the tree trunk once more. His cock slammed back into me as he rocked his hips against my ass.
I gasped from the rough intrusion, but gods, I loved it. I lowered my head to rest against my forearm, but Slate wrapped his fingers around my hair, pulling me back to hold me where he wanted.
“I’m gonna…”
“Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you again. Come.” He thrusthard again, hitting the sweet spot that sent me sailing over the edge as bliss clouded my mind, causing my limbs to tingle.
Slate continued his uneven thrusts, his fingers from one hand digging into my hips while his other hand tightened in my hair. He grunted, snatching himself free from me to come onto my lower back. The warmth of him quickly cooled from the night air.
Our ragged breaths might as well have been shouts for how loud they were. They overpowered the wildlife noises as we came down from our highs.
But Slate wasn’t finished. He trailed his finger through his cum on my lower back and pulled my head back to an angle where I had no choice but to look at him. His eyes still held a heady arousal burning within them as he slipped his finger back into my mouth, swiping his cum onto my tongue. “Swallow, baby.”
I obliged with no protest.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Slate said beneath his breath before releasing my hair.
Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck, stealing another kiss from him again, knowing this would be the last time we’d share these moments. Because, despite everything, Chrome was my beginning, middle, and end, no matter how much I loved Slate. No matter how much he loved me, he knew that just as much. “I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re back.”
Sadness crept into his eyes, dimming the light that had beamed there only moments ago. “Let’s go get cleaned up, then sleep. Who knows what awaits us ahead.”
