“Touch yourself for me, Emory.”
My cheeks flamed instantly. “I—I don’t know how. Not like this. I’ve never?—”
“I’ll show you.” He shifted his weight so one arm could support me fully, freeing his other hand. He guided mine down between us, pressing my fingers gently against that swollen, slick bundle of nerves he’d worshiped with his mouth minutes earlier. “Right here. Feel how sensitive you still are?”
I nodded, breath catching as the lightest brush of my own fingertips sent a jolt through me.
“Small circles,” he murmured, moving my hand in slow, deliberate motion with his. “Just like that. Soft at first. Then a little firmer when it starts to feel good. Don’t stop.”
I obeyed, tentative at first, then bolder as the pleasure sharpened. The combination was devastating—him thick and deep inside me, stretching me open, and my own fingers circlingthat tight knot of sensation. Every rock of his hips pushed him against that perfect spot inside, while my touch stoked the fire outside.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice wrecked. “Keep going. Let it build. You’re so fucking close—I can feel you fluttering around me.”
The rhythm synced—his slow, deep thrusts matching the circles of my fingers. I heard the wet glide of him moving in me, the soft slap of skin, my own uneven breaths, his low groans when I clenched harder. Pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, until it felt like I might shatter.
“Kai—” I pressed my mouth to his ear, voice trembling. “It’s—I’m?—”
“Come for me,” he rasped, hips snapping harder, deeper. The shed seemed to disappear, reduced to heat, motion, and breath. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
The orgasm hit like a freight train—sharper, more intense than the first. My fingers faltered but kept moving as my body clamped down around him in pulsing waves. I buried my face in his neck to muffle the broken cry, thighs shaking, every muscle locking tight.
He followed seconds later, burying himself as deep as he could go with a choked groan, pulsing hot inside me in long, shuddering spurts that prolonged my own release.
We shuddered together, clinging, breathing hard. My ears rang softly, the world rushing back in layers. For long seconds, we just held each other—sweaty, trembling, hearts slamming in tandem.
Kai eased out carefully and set me on my feet. My legs felt like jelly—a tender ache lingering between my thighs, my fingers still tingling from where I’d touched myself.
He steadied me with one hand while we both scrambled for scattered clothes. Fabric rustled. Zippers hissed. Boots were tugged on. Neither of us rushed, but neither of us lingered.
He pressed a quick, hard kiss to my mouth, then moved to the door. Cracked it open an inch. Listened.
Nothing.
He gestured—come on—and held out his hand. I took it.
We stepped into the bright afternoon light, fingers laced tight, and started down the trail. My body still hummed, tender and sated in places I’d never been before. My mind spun.
What now?
What happened next when the man who’d just taken your virginity had also taught you how to come with him buried inside you?
I didn’t know.
But his hand stayed in mine the whole way down. And for the first time in a long time, the uncertainty didn’t feel like falling.
It felt like flying. And I never wanted to land.
6
KAI
Iwoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of someone humming.
For a disorienting moment, I didn't know where I was. It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn’t bracing for loneliness when I opened my eyes.
My cabin had been silent for three years. Silent by design. Silent because I’d made it that way. No humming. No coffee I hadn't made myself. No soft footsteps padding across the kitchen floor.
Yesterday’s hike came rushing back. It hit all at once, without mercy, like my body remembered before my mind could catch up.
