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He looked at her—really looked—and the trust in his eyes nearly undid her. She felt her own cheeks warm.
“Honestly… you being like this?” Her voice caught. “It’s helping me be the woman I always hoped I could be.”
They stood in silence for a long heartbeat, the only sound was their breathing and the distant hush of snow. She saw the front of his jeans straining, the thick outline of him pressing hard against the denim, and had to bite her lip to keep from dropping to her knees right there.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured, turning slowly so he could watch the sway of her ass as she walked toward the back of the barn. Every step felt electric. The cold air raised goosebumps along her bare skin, but the heat between her thighs only grew. She stepped outside onto the wooden path, carefully navigating the snow-dusted planks until the steaming surface of the hot spring came into view—moonlight pouring down like liquid silver, steam curling lazily into the night.
Behind her, Sage could almost see him — that big chest rising with one last steadying breath before he finally reached for his shirt.
Come on, baby… let me love you the way you’ve loved me.
Her own heart leapt as she heard the heavy crunch of his footsteps finally following her own. A slow, anticipatory smile curved her lips, warm despite the snow-kissed air. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.
Her man was coming for her.
Sage slipped into the hot spring first, the mineral-rich water enveloping her calves, then her thighs, then rising to kiss her hips with blissful heat. Steam curled up around her like a lover’s breath, carrying the faint scent of sulfur and pine, as she heard him follow her. She turned in the glowing pool, heart pounding, and held out her hand.
Moonlight poured down through the open roof of the enclosure, so bright it felt like a soft, silvered daytime — every detail sharp and luminous.
Cal stood at the edge, completely bare now.
God, he’s magnificent.
Broad shoulders, powerful chest dusted with dark hair, the heavy ridges of muscle across his stomach… and between those massive thighs, his cock stood proud and eager, thick and long, the heavy shaft curving slightly upward, veins standing out along its impressive girth. She’d felt it pressed against her through layers of clothes for weeks, but seeing it like this — flushed dark, glistening at the tip, swaying with his nervous breath — made her mouth water and her pussy clench with raw need.
So big… and all mine.
He looked almost shy under that bright moonlight, one big hand half-covering himself before he caught the motion and let it drop. His cheeks were flushed, eyes uncertain.
Oh honey…I got you.
“Come here, baby,” she murmured, voice soft and warm. “The water feels incredible.”
Cal stepped in carefully, the level barely reaching his waist on his massive frame. Water lapped at his hips as he moved toward her. Sage met him halfway, sliding her hands up his chest until she could feel his heart thundering under her palms.
“Sit right here for me,” she coaxed, guiding him backward to the smooth, submerged stone ledge that formed a natural seat. He lowered himself with a soft groan as the heat hit him, legs spreading naturally in the buoyant water. Moonlight reflected the droplets on his skin and caught in the wet strands of his hair.
Sage moved between his thighs, then carefully settled onto his lap, straddling him without taking him inside. She kept his thick, throbbing cock trapped between their bellies — hot, heavy, and pulsing against her soft stomach. The feel of it made her ache so fiercely she had to bite her lip to stop from sinking down and impaling herself right then.
Not yet. You promised him slow.
Instead, she cupped his face in both hands, thumbs stroking his stubbled jaw. “Hey… look at me, Cal.”
His dark eyes lifted to hers, vulnerable and full of so much love it stole her breath. She leaned in and kissed him — slow, deep, pouring every ounce of reassurance into it. When he stayed a little stiff, she reached down, took his big hands, and guided them to her waist, then higher, until his palms cupped the heavy weight of her breasts.
“That’s it, Daddy,” she whispered against his lips, smiling softly. “Touch me. I love your hands on me.” She paused as she tilted his head back to stare into her bright eyes which reflected moonlight and endless love.
“I love you. I’ll always love you.”
Cal exhaled shakily as he leaned his forehead against hers as they slowly kissed. His hands moved, fingers flexing, thumbs brushing over her pierced nipples in tentative, gentle strokes.
Fuck yes finally… keep going baby!
Sage moaned quietly into his mouth, rolling her hips in a gentle rhythm that slid his cock between them without breaching her. The friction was maddening — slick, hot, perfect — and she could feel her own arousal mixing with the spring water, making everything even smoother.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the edge of his jaw. “Just feel me. We’ve got all night. I’m not going anywhere.”
His grip tightened on her curves, growing surer, and a low, needy sound rumbled out of his chest. Sage smiled, heart swelling, and kissed him again — deeper this time, tongue teasing his as she rocked slowly against that massive, eager length trapped between them.
