Fawn gestured wildly and seethed in a hushed whisper, “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been waiting for me to tell you I’m in love with you? This whole time?”
Never in a hundred years did he think she’d say those words, or that it would be so maddeningly adorable from the way she didn’t seem capable of actually raising her voice.
“You are?” he gasped, realizing exactly how much of an idiot he had been. At the festival, he thought perhaps she was merely playing along in their charade. He had thought he had simply seen what he wanted to see when she looked at him with stars in her eyes. And when she’d tried to palm him at the fountain…
It was all genuine.
Erryc, completely disappointed in himself, failed to hold back the possessive growl that erupted from him as a wave of need and hope and want sent his cock twitching. His breath ragged with need, large beads of pre-cum welled up on his tip from his dual slits, dripping down the length of his cock.
It bobbed, hard and needy between them. He saw her eyes dip towards it momentarily. “Can you stop that? I’m yelling at you!”
“You are whispering at me, at best.”
Fawn sat back on her heels with a look of disbelief, before she rubbed the heel of her hand against her eye. “How are we both this dense? Why couldn’t you say it first? You’re the one who actually knows how to say things to people!”
“I didn’t want you to just say yes because you always say yes to me–”
“But I would have said yes in a heartbeat,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.
Erryc couldn’t help but wince at his own foolishness, and laugh. Maybe they both would have kept misinterpreting each other forever if they hadn’t fallen in the river.
“Come here. I love you,” he said, grinning, reaching towards her and cupping her cheek in his palm. “You can keep whisper-yelling at me if you want.”
Her eyes were as dark as the brown bear fur rug beneath her, and he loved the way they crinkled at the corners when she smiled. He lived for these moments where she truly lit up.
Fawn put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Erryc fell back on the ground with an arm around her, holding her tight, his cock trapped between them, her fire-warmed skin incredibly soft against him.
Her knees fell on either side of his torso, a hot, slick sensation dragging against the shaft of his cock as she straddled him. He saw the flicker of pleasure in her eyes as she felt it too, steadying herself with her hands on his chest.
Suddenly, every foolish thing he’d asked of her today had been worth it, even when she finally stopped on that damn bridge.
“I can’t believe you were waiting formeto say something first,” she sighed, shaking her head.
She moved herself forward, rocking her hips against him. Erryc let out a hiss of breath as her wet cunt nestled against the leaking tip of his cock. There was pleasure in exploring her rosy, wet folds against him, and at the same time, low in his stomach, agony that it was not enough.
“I can’t believe you’d only kiss me if you thought it didn’t count,” he returned, gritting his teeth against a moan.
Fawn leaned back to toss her still damp hair over her shoulders, the fire silhouetting her in gold and orange. “Pretending wasyouridea.”
Between their bodies, the flushed purple head of his cock peeked out from just under the crux of her legs. Her hand swept down his chest, her fingertips tracing his tip.
His brows knit together and he let out a slow, gravelly breath as each sweet, teasing motion made his whole body tense under the pleasure. Her thumb passed over one of his slits and his hips jerked, bouncing her a few inches into the air.
“I don’t know, I thought, maybe in another six months or a year we would look back on it and laugh. Maybe one day you’dsay something about our little charade that would tell me if I had a chance with you or not.”
“A chance with me?” she repeated with a giggle, as if that was so absurd. “Erryc, I have wanted you for years.”
Years. Gods, he’d been so dense.
Fawn sat up on her heels, her delicate fingers guiding his cock head to her entrance, parting her slick folds with it. She let out a little needy whine as his tip pressed into her, already a narrow fit. Fawn rocked her hips, trying to take in more of his cock than was probably wise. She was so different from him, he wasn’t sure how much she would be able to pleasurably take.
“Fawn, I’m not sure it’ll fit–”
Already she was spreading her legs as wide as she could just to accommodate the width of his torso. “It will. Just try.”
Erryc propped himself up on an elbow, cradling a massive hand under her bottom. He lifted his hips into hers again. She was teasing him in, an inch at a time, until there was surely barely room to breathe.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
