Fuck.She’s dripping, soaking my face the second I press my mouth to her. Her cries escalate as her dissipating orgasm revs back up, hitting her like a tidal wave. And I drink her down—every single drop. She squeezes the arm of the couch with her shaking thighs, riding out the wave against my face. I sit up just fast enough to catch her as she slumps back, wrapping my arms around her.
Her skin is blazing when I drag my nose over the curve of her shoulder, inhaling her. It’s been decades since I’ve touched alcohol; is this what it feels like to be drunk?
“You did so good, angel,” I slur against her neck. Este pushes back against me, like she can’t get as close as she’d like.
I stand and pick her up, laying her gently down on the couch. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her eyes hazy and unfocused, but she grasps me, her fingers closing around my shirt.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. I pull my shirt over my head and lean over her, my lips hovering above hers.
“Does my greedy girl need more?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” she begs, her nails digging intomy back. I have half a mind to ask her to dig in harder, to mark me, brand me, leave some visible part of her behind when she leaves, instead of just the portrait of herself she’s etched on my heart.
But I do, as it turns out, have a modicum of control left intact, so I manage to keep my mouth shut.
I lift her legs up so they’re resting on my shoulders as I push inside her, her pussy already clenching around me. The position puts more distance between us than I’d like, so I carefully lower my body over hers. I press her legs back so I can lean in and kiss her while I fuck her, capturing the addictive sounds spilling from her mouth with mine.
Este clasps my face, fingers twitching, and sobs against my lips. It’s a sloppy, desperate kiss, a clash of two people barely hanging on by a thread. Then I pull Este’s bottom lip between my teeth, and the thread snaps.
She goes completely still everywhere but around my cock, her pussy spasming around me so intensely it knocks the breath out of me. My answering orgasm is, without a doubt, the strongest I’ve ever had. Forcing my eyes to stay open is a struggle as pleasure lashes every inch of my body, but I can’t let myself look away from the utter delirium on Este’s face.
God.How am I going to let her go?
She’s still shaking when I pull out of her and gather her into my arms, pressing my face against the side of hers. We’ve almost certainly made a mess of the couch, but I couldn’t care less. She draws in a long breath, refilling her lungs, and turns her face toward mine. The movementcauses my lips to drag across her skin, and I take advantage, kissing her hard before pulling back.
Her warm eyes are relaxed, but so alive, the specks of gold sparkling. “What was that you said about no stamina?” she asks, surprising a laugh from me.
“Alright, alright. You were right. Is that what you want to hear, angel?”
She purses her lips, considering, before nodding. “Yeah, actually. That feels almost as good as the orgasms I just lost count of.”
24
NICO
The sun is splitting the trees, casting shadows that flicker across the ground as the leaves flutter in the breeze. The very green ground.
Since Este first noticed the snow melted a couple of days ago, it’s all but gone around the cabin. Admittedly, this spot is a sun trap, but the whole mountain feels like it’s waking up. We’re two weeks into May, and spring is well and truly here.
Instead of thinking about what that means for us, Este and I are taking advantage of the milder temperature. It’s not warm by any stretch of the imagination, and definitely not warm enough for Este to be hanging around in tiny shorts again, but she brought a blanket outside and is curled up on the bench on the porch.
We’re not doing anything particularly exciting. She’s reading, I’m working through the non-urgent to-do list I’ve barely touched since she arrived. But I like just existing alongside her, doing our own things. I like just being in her orbit.
I leave the workshop door open as I sharpen my axe on the grinder. Usually, I prefer to file it manually, but I’ve leftit longer than I should have this time. Once I have the bulk of it done, though, I take it outside with my sharpening stone so I can sit with Este.
“I’m not reading out loud,” she says when I sit on the chair opposite her. “We both know where that will lead, and I can’t be distracted by sex when I’m so close to finding out what happened to her missing brother.”
“I’ve already read past that part anyway,” I tell her, and she glares at me over her Kindle.
“I can’t believe you’re a faster reader than me. You’ve got to give me a head start on the next one,” she grumbles.
“Deal. You can pick the next one,andI’ll give you a head start,” I reply, laughing. We finished the previous book we were reading together after a nap and two big bowls of the orzo soup to replenish our energy, and immediately started another. I hope we can keep doing this when she leaves. I love seeing her react to books when I know what’s going on, and she ends every book with a stream of consciousness telling me everything she liked and didn’t. It won’t be the same over the phone or a video call, I know, but hell, I’ll take snail mail if that’s the only way I get to talk to her.
I spend longer than I usually would sharpening the blade with the round sharpening stone, just so I can watch her reaction to the big plot twist. And it’s more than worth it when she throws her Kindle down and screams.
“No fucking way.”
“Right? I didn’t see it coming,” I say, blowing off the axe and wiping the blade on the leather strop over my knee.
