Then his hand moves higher up my thigh, and he kisses me again — deeper, firmer, like he’s claiming every shaken part of me and putting it back where it belongs.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down slowly, inch by inch, exposing me to the cool lake air. The fabric slides over my hips, past my thighs, and pools at my ankles. I step out of them, heart pounding as he straightens just enough to lift the hem of his shirt I'm wearing, pulling it up and over my head in one fluid motion.
Now I'm bare against the railing, skin prickling under the sun-dappled light filtering through the trees, the forest whispering around us like it's holding its breath.
Ethan's eyes rake over me, dark and reverent, before he sinks to his knees on the wooden deck. His hands grip my thighs, parting them gently, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he leans in. The first touch of his mouth is tentative—a soft press of lips to my inner thigh, then higher, tracing the line where skin meets heat. I gasp, fingers curling into the railing behind me, the rough wood biting into my palms.
He takes his time, like he's savoring every second. His breath fans warm against my pussy, teasing, before his tongue finally flicks out, flat and slow, licking up the length of my slit. I shudder, legs trembling as he laps at me deliberately, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking it gently between his lips. The sensation builds like a wave, pressure coiling low in my belly.
His hands slide up, one cupping my ass to pull me closer, the other fingers parting my folds so he can delve deeper, tongue thrusting inside me in shallow, rhythmic strokes.
The world narrows to this—the lap of water against the shore, the rustle of leaves, the wet sounds of his mouth on me. He hums against my skin, the vibration sending sparks through my core, and I arch into him, whispering his name like a prayer. He doesn't rush; he explores, sucking harder on my clit, then easing off to lick broad strokes that make my knees buckle. My bruises ache faintly, a reminder of the fragility he's so careful with, but here, with him, it all fades into something fierce and alive.
Tension winds tighter, my breath coming in short pants as he focuses on that sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue flicking faster now, insistent. His free hand kneads my thigh, grounding me, while the other slips a finger inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
I cry out, hips buckingagainst his face, and he takes it all, mouth sealed over me, drinking me in. The orgasm crashes over me suddenly, fierce and unrelenting—I come hard, grinding against his tongue, my release coating his lips and chin as I shatter, body convulsing with the force of it.
He doesn't stop right away, licking me through the aftershocks until I'm whimpering, oversensitive, and boneless. Only then does he pull back, rising to his feet, his face glistening with me. His eyes lock on mine, intense, as he reaches down, unzipping his jeans and shoving them open. His cock springs free, thick and hard, veins pulsing along the length. He strokes himself once, twice, base to tip, before turning me around with firm hands on my hips.
“Watch the lake,” he murmurs, voice gravelly, positioning me against the railing.
My breasts press into the warm wood, nipples hardening against it as I gaze out at the shimmering water, trees framing the horizon like a private stage. The semi-open air heightens everything—the breeze on my skin, the distant call of a bird, the thrill of being exposed yet safe in his hold.
He steps up behind me, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. He rubs the head along my slick folds, teasing, coating himself in my wetness before pushing in slow.
Inch by inch, he fills me, stretching me around his thickness until he's buried deep, hips flush against my ass. I moan, pushing back to take him fully, the fullness overwhelming in the best way.
Ethan groans, low and primal, his hands gripping my waist as he starts to thrust—measured at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, letting me feel every ridge and pulse.
The railing creaks under my weight as I brace against it, the scenery blurring with each drive of his hips. He picks up pace gradually, cock slamming deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing over the water. His chest presses to my back, one arm banding around my waist to hold me steady, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles that make me clench around him.
Sensations layer— the sun warming my face, the cool air on my thighs, the way he hits that perfect angle inside me, grinding against my walls. Emotional threads weave through it all: his protectiveness in every careful thrust, the way he murmurs my name like it's sacred. Pressure builds again, faster this time, coiling hot and urgent.
“Ethan—fuck—" I gasp, and he responds by thrusting harder, his free hand squeezing my breast, pinching the nipple until I arch.
I come undone with a scream that rips from my throat, echoing across the lake, pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural grunt, hips jerking as he spills inside me, hot pulses filling me up. We ride it out together, breaths mingling, bodies locked.
Still inside me, he leans in, lips brushing my ear.
“I'm falling in love with you, Lucky,” he grunts, voice raw and honest.
I turn my head, catching his gaze over my shoulder.
“Good,” I whisper, heart swelling, “because I'm already there.”
He pulls out slowly, a trickle of his cum leaking down my thigh, and spins me around to face him. His mouth crashes into mine, desperate and wild, tongues tangling as he kisses me like he's starving—hands roaming my back, pulling me flush against his still-hard length, pouring everything unspoken into the heat of it. The forest watches, indifferent and eternal, but in this moment, it's just us, tangled and whole.
His hands slide to my lower back, fingers warm against my skin. I let out a breathy sound I didn’t mean to, and his grip tightens, like he felt it straight down to the bone.
“Lucky…” he murmurs against my lips, my name almost a confession.
Before I can answer, he bends, one arm sweeping under my thighs. I gasp, grabbing his shoulders as he lifts me like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“Ethan—”
“I’ve got you,” he says, voice low, steady — a promise disguised as a growl.
The sun hits my legs as he carries me inside toward the bedroom, and everything inside me feels warm and dizzy and new. His heartbeat thuds against my ribs, matching the wild rhythm in my own chest.
