A ledge that drops off into a valley of green. Pines stretching forever. A ribbon of river flashing silver far below. The sky is wide and endless above us and best of all, there are no cabins, no people, no eyes. Just me, my mountain, and now... her.
I set Lily on her feet and she wobbles, eyes wide, lips parting. I stare down at her, resisting the urge to take another mind-drugging kiss, then turn her around so she takes it in.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“It’s mine,” I growl, stepping close, pressing her back toward the flat warm rock at the edge. “And now you are too.”
Her blush spreads, but she doesn’t step away. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Can’t I?” I cage her in with my arms, leaning close until her breath hitches. “You think you’re leaving here, petal? Not a chance. Not after I’ve tasted you. Not after I’ve felt how your body begs for mine.”
She trembles, but it’s not fear making her quake. There’s a simmer in her eyes, and I watch, as I dare her to refuse me, it builds and builds and builds.
Her thighs press together for a moment, denying me while denying herself. My cock thickens, straining, and I grind it against her hip just so she knows how hard she’s got me.
“You’re too much,” she whispers. “Too big, too?—”
“Too what?” I rasp. “Too rough? Too jealous? Too obsessed?”
Her eyes flick up to mine and damn, that defiance sparks. “All of it.”
I grin, feral. “Good for you to know all of that now, petal. Because none of it is changing. And you... you’re going to take all of it, like the good, cock-hungry girl you are, aren’t you?”
Her eyes drop to my crotch and she makes a rough little sound at the back of her throat. But then, my brave petal starts to part her sweet thighs.
One inch. Five.
I don’t fucking hesitate.
I strip her T-shirt off, tug the boxers that have been guarding her pussy for me down and off slowly, delaying the moment I see her spread wide open and naked against my rock with the mountainside at her back.
Sunlight paints her golden, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more perfect. I pick her up long enough to toss down the T-shirt so she doesn’t get more scratches or bruised.
Then, when she’s laid out like my very own, thank you, God, sacrifice, I pull down my fly, fist my cock, and stroke it, letting her see the sheer size of what’s about to split her open.
Her eyes widen, nervous, but I grab her chin with my free hand, force her to look at me.
“You didn’t answer me. You want me to drag it out of you or are you scared, petal?”
“A little bit scared.”
“Good. A little fear makes it sweeter. But you’ll learn—I’ll never break what’s mine. So I’m going to get you nice and wet and slippery now, hmm?”
I sink to my knees, shove her thighs wide, and bury my mouth against her pussy. She moans, high and helpless even as her hands fist hard in my hair. I pluck and pinch her dark pink nipples as I lick and suck until she’s thrashing, begging, coming undone on my tongue again.
Nice and fast, just the way I want her this first time.
When she’s panting, boneless and dripping, I slide one finger inside her, groan at the tiny aftershocks clenching around my finger.
Jesus, she’s snug.
The thought of burying even half of my rod inside her makes me pant. I control my breathing, fucking her slowly with one finger until she’s moaning low again. Then I add another.
Her thighs twitch, like they have a mind to close on me.
Fucking chance of that happening. “Open for me, baby. Nice and wide, just like the petal you are. Let the sun and your Bear worship you,” I croon, absently noticing that I’m using more words than I’ve used in the past year. But she’s worth it.
I push a little deeper and she cries out, but her thighs stay open, her eyes fluttering but staying on me as I fuck her with my fat fingers. When I brush that clump of nerves, she jerks and shudders.
