I sink my fingers into his hair and find my rhythm. I don't entirely know what I'm doing because this is my first time in this position, but my body seems to have opinions about it that my brain doesn't need to weigh in on.
Walker's hands are on my hips, not directing, just… present. Feeling everything. Like he wants to memorize the exact way I move on him.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs. His eyes move over me slowly. “Look at you. Fireworks behind you, stars above you, riding me like you were made for this.” His grip tightens. “Like a fucking dream, Sadie. You have no idea.”
I tip my head back and look at the sky coming apart above the mountains. Blue and silver and red, one after another, the finale building.
It is a dream.
One I’m going to have to wake up from in six weeks and I can't think about that right now.
I bring my eyes back down to him. To his dark hair and his green eyes and the way he's looking at me right now, like I'm the most dazzling star in the whole lit-up sky.
I kiss him as I ride him. The friction is building, slow and inevitable, my whole body tightening around him.
Then he grabs me and flips me, pinning me underneath him.
One smooth motion and I'm on my back and he's above me, the quilt soft underneath, his weight settling between my thighs. He looks down at me for just a moment. Hair disheveled, breathing hard, eyes dark.
Then he drives into me, brutal and deep, and I arch up to meet him.
It feels different from the first time. Raw in a different way. When Walker took my virginity he was guiding me through it. But tonight there's none of that careful management between us. Just two people who know each other now, taking and giving in equal measure.
A meeting of equals. That's what this is.
He shifts his hips and the angle changes and I gasp, my whole body lighting up. He does it again, deliberately, watching my face to see what it does to me.
“There,” I breathe.
“Yeah.” His voice is gravel. “I've got you. You’re mine, darlin’. Ain’t nobody ever gonna know you like I do.”
I know he’s talking about always being my first, but my heart wants him to mean it in other ways. That no one else will ever have my body or heart, that I’ll be his forever.
The quilt is bunched soft beneath my back. The night air moves across my skin everywhere he isn't touching me, which is not many places. His mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, the words inked across my skin. His heartbeat against my chest is going as hard as mine, and I think: he feels this too. Whatever this is. He feels every bit of it.
“I'm so fucking close, baby.” He eases back to gaze at me. “Fuck. I need to feel you come first.”
He rises up on his knees, hands sliding under my ass to tilt my hips up, changing the angle so he's hitting deeper. The sight of him above me, muscles flexing as he thrusts into me, eyes riveted to where we're joined, is one I’ll never forget.
He's watching his cock slide in and out of me. Watching the way my tits bounce as he thrusts into me.
“Touch yourself,” he says roughly. “Let me watch you.”
I slide my hand between us and find my clit and the sound that escapes me is embarrassingly immediate.
“That's it,” he breathes. “Just like that. Don't stop.”
Behind him the sky is coming apart. The finale, each firework larger than the last, the booms rolling across the valley one after another, deep enough to feel in my chest. Glitter raining down through the velvet dark.
I can't tell anymore where the fireworks end and my own body begins. Everything is building to the same point. The pressure of my fingers, the drag of him moving inside me, the boom and bloom of the sky above, all of it converging.
I look up at Walker.
His eyes are already locked on me. Not on my body. On my face. Like that's the thing he can't stop watching.
That's what does it for me. The orgasm breaks over me in waves, my back arching off the quilt, my pussy clenching around him, his name coming out of me on a broken sound.
He doesn't look away, soaking in every second of me coming apart beneath him with those deep green eyes.
