“Lanie, I need your help.” He pins my wrists in one hand, still flicking my clit lightly with his thumb.
I whimper, trying to lean back, but jolts of pleasure rip through me, hunching my body forward. “What do you need?” I gasp, rocking against his hand, desperate for more friction.
In a silent answer, he guides my hand to his belt buckle. I fumble over his instruction, managing to undo it on my third try, and slide his cock free of his jeans. His length presses hard and full against my hand as I slide my fingers along him, reveling in every sound he makes. Cord’s finger flicks my clit slower, bringing me back to the edge.
“I can’t keep doing this,” I whisper, working his cock as my thighs shake.
“Breathe, Lanie,” he murmurs, his steady gaze holding me captive.
I close my eyes and inhale, counting down, and let the breath out. He doesn’t seem to want me to lose it right now, and so I do my best to hold back like he wants from me. But he’s intent on derailing that simple instruction as his thumb flicks faster and faster. Pushing up, a mewling sound filling my throat, I rise onto my knees over him.
“Come for me, Lanie,” he rasps, pinning my hands behind my back. His cock stands tall and proud as I rub against him. His hands find my thighs as he lifts me and notches his cock at my entrance.
Then he lets go.
I sink onto the full length of him, my thighs sliding against his. A muted cry lodges in my throat. I bow my head, breathing fast and hard as I get used to the stretch at this angle.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper, digging my nails into his stomach. Breath burns my throat as I struggle to stay upright, guided by his hands. “Take this off?” I beg. “I need to touch you.”
Cord grips his shirt. “You might need to help, beautiful,” he murmurs, stroking my slicked flesh.
Every touch makes the job that much harder. I moan asI struggle and he watches me, his eyes dark and luminous as I clench on him but finally pull his shirt open, sliding my hands across the expanse of his chest.
“Take it off,” Cord orders, his voice a harsh rasp as he flicks my clit roughly.
A cry ruptures from my lips. I get the hint, hurrying the process, and strip the cotton from his body. I remember his last command just as the heel of his hand presses hard to my clit. He rubs in a quick circle, bringing me back way too fast.
“Cord—” I gasp. “Too fast?—”
The throb there bursts as I cry out, echoes bouncing back at us. I fall forward, my walls fluttering around his cock where he impales me.
I lick his chest. The fullness of him inside me brings pleasure crashing through me, wave after rolling wave.
“Lanie?” he murmurs. “Come here.” He scoops me tight to him, rocking his hips, moving inside me. A deep groan slides from his throat, rumbling in his chest. “I love you,” he whispers into my hair.
I moan, sliding along him, letting his hands cup my hips as I undulate over him. “I love you, too,” I gasp, pressing my forehead to his.
“You like coming like that?” he asks softly, his eyes intense on my face.
I nod and he smiles, pushing me down hard onto him, again and again, until my throat rasps raw. Cord doesn’t guide me away, letting me cling to his shoulders. His own roar fills my existence, his body taut beneath me, holding me to him as the waves of pure pleasure break over us again.
The water’s constant fall should lull me into sleep. I’m sore between my legs, and Cord’s warmth wrapped around behind me is all the comfort I need to sink deeper.
And yet I’m awake.
The sounds of the forest at night ripple around me. Coyote Falls is a change from Alaska. Different animals, different sounds. But none of that is what stops me from closing my exhausted eyes and letting myself drift away in the safety of Cord’s embrace.
I stare into the darkness, watching the shadows between trees I can’t pick out any longer. Everything blends into each other. The water’s flow never ceases. There’s something soothing in that, a constant hush. I doze, staring not at anything, but rather away from everything, to the spaces between the shadows.
And something stares back.
Something yellow, luminous like a fallen star. A hint of green tinges the edges. Two things that resemble eyes.
“Cord.” I swallow, reaching back beneath the blanket to grip his side, uncaring for the first time if I hurt him. Because right now he needs to wake. “Cord.”
“Mmm?” He nuzzles my nape. “You may have too much faith in me if you think I can go again an hour after I last fucked you, beautiful, but I can try.”
“Not that, you horny thing. Wolves.”
