Thrust.
“Inside me. Inside my ass, right now, Gavin.” She reaches over her shoulder and runs her fingers through my hair. God, my dick twitches whenever she’s so needy.
I slap her breasts, and she wiggles.
I implode. We both reach our climaxes at the same time. My dick grows harder and bigger as I pulse inside her. She continues to chant my name as I kiss her neck. I fill her ass up, as she continues to squeeze it, flexing over it as it throbs.
I would love to see her carry my child one day, but Coraline and I are happy just the two of us. Maybe, one day, in the future, we’ll come across that conversation again.
I spread her cheeks apart. My cum spills from her rim. Smirking, I collect it with two fingers and push it back in.
“This belongs inside you.”
She tugs on her lip with her teeth and purrs, gripping the tree tighter.
“Yes, sir.”
My cock stirs.
“Good girl.”
Coraline finishes getting dressed. She smooths out the wrinkles in the dark brown dress and smiles at me. The sun is setting behind her, and the rays of burnt orange and yellow hit the golden flecks in her eyes. So beautiful. I lift her into my arms, and she places hers behind my nape, coaxing. Then she palms my scar on the chest. I will always gladly take a bullet for her and die happy knowing she isn’t harmed.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
I kiss her hard.
“I love you, Gavin,” she breathes against my lips.
I will never get tired of her saying those three words. I need to hear her say it every day of our lives together. I glance around me as she combs her hair with her fingers.
When my eyes find the mechanical bull I practice on, adrenaline bubbles through my veins. Because of Coraline, I ride again. I practice again and truly live my life again. I rode the bull for the first time since my injury because of Coraline. She inspires me to live life to the fullest, even when the world seems against me.
I came to a realization. In the darkness, sometimes art is there to save you. Sometimes, it’s a person, and sometimes it can be a song. As long as you find something good to hold onto, that’s what matters.
Coraline did that for me. I left that cabin after years of reliving my trauma because I felt like if I left Alaska, I’d be leaving the only home I had left.
Coraline is my home now.
She hums sweetly and encases me with her arms. I hold her back tightly and press my lips to the top of her head.
“What’s going through your mind, Gavin?”
I smile.
“You, sweetheart. Always you.”
Gripping her face with both hands, I lock eyes with her.
“I fell in love with your art first. Then, I saw you and fell in love with your beauty. Then, I met you, and I fell in love with your soul.” I press my lips against her one last time before we head back into our home.
It’s a long walk. The smell of BBQ hits me, and my mouth waters. The sun is setting, and golden rays shine across her beautiful brown skin. We hold hands as we come out of the trees. Her parents are inside, watching the football game. Her family is my family now. I’m doing things with her parents I wish I could have done with mine. I get to speak to her father for advice on anything and everything. When I plan surprises for my wife, I call Cora’s mom, and she answers on the first ring. And when her sister is around, we all laugh together.
“It smells good. Your dad should come every single weekend, if you ask me.”
She giggles.
Coraline stops walking. Her honey eyes widen as she stares directly at something beside me. It’s a spirit. Ever since she had her injury, she can see the dead. It explains why she thought my cabin was haunted.
