She doesn’t hesitate to slide down the thick length, immersing me in liquid fire, and it rocks my entire being like a seismic earthquake, rattling the world around us.
Her forehead falls to my shoulder on a heated moan. “God, I love the way you feel inside me,” she murmurs, deepening the moment.
“It’s the best goddamn feeling in the world,” I agree.
Sex is something I have always enjoyed, but it’s never felt the way it has with Elle. It’s more than pleasure.
It’s home.
After pressing a gentle kiss to the soft skin of her shoulder, I lie back, seating myself even deeper inside of her.
She moans at the change in position, her hands splaying on my hard stomach for balance.
My jaw locks as I give her time to adjust.
It doesn’t matter how many times I have taken her this week, she’s still as tight as that first time.
Her hips move in an uneven rhythm as she pushes through the snugness, each motion fueled with determination. My hands span her waist, guiding her until she finds a cadence she eventually claims as her own. Slowly, her body begins to accept mine, adapting and molding to every inch.
“There you go,” I croon, my voice low and soothing. “Feel good?”
“Amazing,” she breathes.
Damn straight it is, and the view is even better. The moonlight embraces her, casting a silvery glow across her flawless skin that enhances the golden waves of her hair, her swollen lips, and her cheeks hued with unmistakable desire.
“Jesus, you should see yourself from my angle.” I barely manage the words, struggling to speak past the chokehold she has on me. “You are a fucking sight.”
One that will forever be ingrained in my memory, stored away in a place that belongs only to her.
The sweet smile that overtakes her face only adds to the intoxicating image. “Good, because I like feeling you this way.”
I like feeling her every damn way.
She picks up momentum, taking me a little faster and a little deeper with each movement.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan, urging her on. “Ride my cock. Show me how good it feels.”
Her body responds to my words, moving with a newfound confidence and fervor. Each thrust draws me deeper, her tits bouncing with every bump and grind. I palm the soft flesh, delivering another tug and roll of her hard nipples.
“Gunnar,” she whimpers, my name nothing more than a desperate plea.
“Give it to me, Elle. One more time.” Dropping a hand between us, I slip my finger through her wet folds, stroking the throbbing bud, and that’s all it takes for her to unravel.
Her head falls back on a cry that shatters the stillness of the night, the sound reverberating off the Rocky Mountains surrounding us.
I take in the beautiful sight of her, framed by Heart Mountain, as it looms in the background. It overshadows the moment, taunting me with its legend and the secret I have held since childhood—one I have never revealed to anyone, including the woman above me.
The rhythmic pulsation of her body around my engorged cock triggers my own release. I fill her with all that I have, planting my seed as deep as it will go, wanting more than anything to give her the baby she wants—a baby that I long for just as badly.
Spent, she collapses on top of me, her body trembling with aftershocks. I encompass her in my arms, holding her close, feeling the rush of her warm breath against my skin.
A cool breeze sweeps over us, eliciting goosebumps across her sweat-dampened flesh.
“Here, sit up for a minute,” I murmur into her hair. “I’ll grab another blanket.”
As she complies, I pull my jeans back in place, realizing I never fully removed them in our haste, then reach for another blanket from the cab. After draping it around her shoulders, I settle her between my legs, leaning us back against the cab of my truck. My hands rub up and down her arms, coaxing warmth back into her body.
She relaxes into me, her shivering form settling beneath my touch. “Better?” I ask.
She tilts her head back, looking up at me beneath her lashes with a contented smile. “Much. Thank you.”
I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose, unable to resist. It’s as cute and delicate as the rest of her.
Silence envelops the night as we take in the breathtaking view, the vast expanse of the Rockies illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The world almost seems to pause, holding its breath in reverence for us and this moment.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been out here, huh?” she muses softly.
“Yeah, it has,” I agree, my mind drifting back to those carefree days.
The last time was probably in high school. This is where most of us would come to party during the summer. At least until Sheriff Riley would show up and shut us down.
“It’s kinda ironic to think about how we shared our first kiss here all those years ago, and now here we are tonight, trying to have a baby together,” she continues, voicing where my thoughts just were only minutes ago.
Instead of admitting that to her, I reveal something else. “Guess what I found out the other day?”
She turns in my arms, peering up at me. “What?”
“Ryland knows about us sneaking out that night.”
