We both gasp and our eyes widen. We watch each other as he moves inside me, going deeper until I’m full up.
A storm of emotion brews inside me. This is more than a physical attraction. I feel anchored, like Joel is the safe port I’ve been searching for.
Then he rolls his hips, and all thoughts flee my mind. There’s nothing but the steady rocking of our bodies and the sensation of his skin against mine. Sweat trickles between us as we move together. I thrust my hips up, forcing him deeper as he moves inside me.
“Joel…” I moan his name, unable to express what I’m feeling. I never knew it could feel like this, so good, so right, our bodies fitting together perfectly. His hard muscle against my softness.
Then I’m at the peak, and I grab his shoulders and press my lips together to stifle the moans that want to come out of me. My body shatters, and a moment later he shatters with me.
We cling to each other in the darkness of the cabin, our breathing heavy as the stillness settles around us.
He kisses me softly on the mouth and cheeks, and eyelids. His kisses are tender, nothing like the hunger from a few moments before.
I’m spent from the day, from the orgasms, and I fall asleep with Joel’s arms still around me.
19
JOEL
Brooke’s gentle breathing caresses my arm, and her hair tickles my neck. It’s zero-six-thirty, but I’m not moving from this bed, even with a dead arm and a stiff hip from sleeping on my side and crammed into a single camp bed all night. If I move, I break the spell, and I’m not ready to do that yet.
Another fifteen minutes pass before Brooke stirs. Her eyes blink open, and she smiles up at me shyly.
“Morning, beautiful.” I kiss the top of her head and get a mouthful of tangled hair.
Brooke sits up in bed, and the bed covers fall off her shoulders, revealing her perky breasts. “What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
“Zero-six-forty-five.”
The morning light peeks through the windows, bringing a soft glow to her exposed breasts. My cock springs to life and I’d love a repeat of last night, but the rain has stopped and sound carries on a still morning, and the students will be waking up.
“How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.” She stretches lazily, lifting her arms above her head, and the sheet slips further to expose her soft belly. “You?”
I don’t want to tell her about the aches in my body from the cramped bed. I could have gone back to my own bed in the night, but I didn’t want to leave Brooke. It felt too damn good to have her by my side.
“I slept good with you next to me.” I trace the line of her belly with my fingertips, and she lets out a gentle sigh.
“You have to stop doing that.”
My hand slides upward until I’m cupping her breast. “Is this better?”
My fingers strum her nipple, and it hardens under my touch. Brooke closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh.
“That is better…” Then she opens her eyes and takes my hand gently off her breast. “But we can’t risk it this morning.”
She’s right. A student could knock on the door at any minute, and Brooke’s already risked too much. I can’t regret anything about last night, but I can wait a little longer to do it again if it means she’s not risking her job.
“I’ll get the coffee on.” I kiss her lightly on the lips and roll out of bed.
As the kettle boils, I pull my clothes on, and Brooke does the same. By the time I have two mugs of steaming coffee ready, she’s fully dressed and the bed we slept in is made, neat and tidy.
Brooke sits on the end of her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her hair streams out around her shoulders, unbrushed and wild, and she looks like the wild angel she is.
She smiles at something on the phone.
I bring the steaming coffee mugs over to the bed. “Good news?”
