Page 107 of When The Mountains Held Us

“On my pussy,” she replies immediately, and I’m so proud of the progress she’s made in learning to ask for what she needs. Though, I’m all too happy to coax it out of her when she’s not feeling as bold.

I swipe a finger through her heat, smearing her wetness around and coating my fingers in it, loving how the heady scent of her fills the air around us.

“Fuck, you’re drenched for me already, Oakley, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

She whines her desire, not needing words to convey how badly she wants me right now. I suppose I shouldn’t keep her hanging for long, especially after teasing her this morning and leaving her wanting. Besides, if how hard I am for her already is any indication, waiting much longer to have her in my mouth and on my cock will be the death of me.

And what a beautiful death it would be.

My head dives between her legs, and she lets out a wanton groan of relief at the first swipe of my tongue. I work her mercilessly with my mouth and my fingers, building her pleasure higher and higher, but not letting her come just yet, pulling back when I can feel her getting too close. I want it when I say so and not a second sooner. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, and I slow my pace, knowing how close she is already.

“Levi, please.”

“Not yet. Not until I say so. You don’t come until I tell you to.”

“I’m so close. I can’t hold it,” she whimpers, and I grin into her flesh as I lick a long, slow trail across her clit. She jerks, her pussy like a vise-grip around my fingers.

“You can, and you will. Not until I say. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

I look up at her then, and she’s staring down at me, her eyebrows scrunched together, her face a contorted painted masterpiece of pleasure. I stare up at her, capturing her eyes with my own as I get back to work, licking and sucking her clit until her eyes fall closed.

“Eyes on me. You’re doing so good. Just a little more, and I’ll let you come.”

“Oh God,” she moans. “Fuck!” Her hips move of their own accord, grinding down on my hand and pushing my fingers against that spot deep inside she loves so much.

“That’s it, baby, ride my fingers just like that. Look at you. You’re fucking perfect.” I flick her clit with my tongue. “Fucking made for me. You want to come, don’t you, darlin’?”

“Yes, please let me come. I’ve been so good. Please let me come.”

Her shameless rambling has precum leaking from the tip of my cock, and I think I might come from her sounds alone. I take pity on her, equally as desperate for her to come as she is.

“You beg so pretty. Come for me, Oakley.” The second the words leave my lips, I’m sucking her needy little clit into my mouth, drawing a groan of pleasure from her so loud it reverberates off the cavern walls.

“Attagirl,” I praise, as her walls clench around my fingers, but I don’t stop. I keep pumping in and out of her, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body and lapping up the sweetness that flows out of her with her release. When her orgasm has finally subsided, I stand and notch myself at her entrance. She grips the back of my neck and pulls my mouth down to hers, her tongue exploring her own taste as I slide deep inside her.

We stay like that—for minutes or hours, I don’t know—wrapped up in the madness of our love for each other, and only when we’re finally sated do we reluctantly pull our clothes back on and make the trek up to the top of the mountain.

Oakley hasn’t been up here before, and I watch in awe of her as the vastness before her catches her attention and washes over her.

We sit by the edge and gaze out at the mountain range before us, silent as we take in the beauty of the peaks that go as far as the eye can see. There’s a sense of wonder and astonishment in her eyes as she looks out into the great unknown at all the peaks that have yet to be discovered. The glint of tears in her eyes has me wanting to look away, to give her the privacy of her emotions, but she turns to me and lets me see them. Lets me see all of her.

She came to the mountains to escape, thinking this place was just another stop on the roadmap of her life before she eventually moved on to the next best thing. I’m not sure what changed, or when it did, but somewhere between the intricate messes of both of our lives, something took root and planted itself within both of us. There’s a long road ahead of us, in terms of healing and learning to live our lives every day in spite of everything we’ve been through, but we have each other.

In the end, that’s all that matters.

Most of all, I think a small part of her hoped that she would find healing here. I’m not sure she expected it to look quite like this. But when I look into her eyes and take in the smile lines and creases at the corners, and watch the breeze ruffling her golden hair, I can tell that she’s happy it turned out the way it did.

I never expected to find myself utterly consumed with her, but I am. There’s no doubt about it—she’s it for me.

I want her, and no one else, for the rest of my life.

One day, I’ll make good on the promise I made to myself and ask her to be my wife.

But not yet.

She still has so much exploring to do, and I don’t want to stand in the way of that. I only want to have the privilege of witnessing the beauty of her healing.

You see, the mountains might have healed her, but she healed me. And one day, I plan to tell her just how much.

After all, we have all the time in the world.