I tighten my hold on him as my teeth clack together, as he thrusts into me.
I’m so far from home and none of this feels real, and somehow it feels more real than anything that has come before.
Shifting my hips, I find the right angle so every thrust of Rook’s hips causes friction at my clit.
I’m burning up, buzzing with pleasure. I’ve never wanted to chase an orgasm so badly.
I want us to come together.
But I need more. I need more friction.
Reaching up, I find a thick, tangled root hanging from the tunnel’s ceiling. I grab on to it and arch my back, rocking my hips forward.
Rook pounds into me, his hands on my ass now, driving me to him as he drives into me.
“Come for me, Kansas,” he says and I swear his eyes burn like flames. “Don’t hold back.”
His words, the commanding tone of his voice, lift the hair on the back of my neck despite the sweat beading on my skin.
I like the way he takes control.
I like that he isn’t consumed by his own pleasure to the point that he’s forgotten mine.
I rock forward, finding the right bit of friction between us, and the pressure builds.
“Just like that,” I breathe out. “Don’t stop.”
He keeps going, keeps fucking me, finding the right momentum to bring me crashing over.
I come loudly, almost violently, and it’s as if the earth trembles.
Rook pushes me against the tunnel wall, his body covering mine as he rams into me with a final grunt.
I sink against him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, drinking in the scent of him.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I don’t want to forget this moment.
We both linger there, trapped in the aftershock of the pleasure, breathing heavily against one another.
What now?
What now?
Rook pulls out of me, but he sets me down gently, his mouth still close to mine. “You okay, Kansas?” His voice is softer now.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
What a dumb thing to say.
I’m amazing. I’m better than ever. I’m fucking confused.
What now?
He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth, then steps back to adjust himself, to zip up his pants.
Knees a little wobbly, thighs shaking, I slump down the tunnel wall and sit in the cool dirt. I’m tired all of a sudden, but also…excited. Or maybe that’s the burnout of adrenaline. Either way, I want to bask in it.
Rook sits next to me and pulls me into him. Without thinking, I tilt over, lay my head in his lap. He stretches, grabbing his coat, laying it over me. The coat smells like him, like wild earth and lightning and the cool air of the woods. Some of the trembling subsides.
