Heat level (1-5): 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Pairs well with: “In the Woods Somewhere” by Hozier
Warnings: None
Moonlight. The snap of fall in the air. The crush of frost closing in. The forest unfurling in every direction. Ancient land, ancient trees. Pine needles like carpet under my feet. A fire burning somewhere, far away. But all I know, all I can feel, is him.
He slides his hand down my thigh, bunching up my skirt. Rushed, frenzied. Once he finds me, he slips under my panties, palm to my clit. My body bucks in response. His first two fingers press into me, so thick and so deep. I gasp as he touches me, letting my head fall back, offering my throat to him. He licks a long line down to my collarbone, stubble grating as he goes.
I need the release that only he can give me. I reach a hand forward to grab him by the belt, but he snatches my wrist and pins it above my head. The sharp edges of the tree bark behind me push into my skin. Through my shirt, into my back, and against my now bare thigh, lifted up around his waist.
In the moonlight, I can just make out the outline of his cock, straining against his jeans, the tip bulging out, the ridge of the head catching the light.
I swallow hard, looking him in the eye. Pausing. Letting a thought hum between us, in the stillness and the cold.
“I know, I know,” he growls. “I’ve got a condom. Don’t bust my fucking balls.”
“No, this time…”
His dark eyes flash. “Careful now.”
“I’m tired of being careful.”
“If you open that door, there’s no going back.”
Ever since he was first inside me, all I’ve wanted is to do this for real. Nothing between us. Skin to skin. Soul to soul. Consequences be damned. “I know.”
He growled again. “You don’t fucking know, little girl.”
“I do.”
His massive chest rises and falls as he studies me. “Say it, then.”
“Fuck me. Bareback.”
Still looking me in the eye, he pulls down his pants, his belt buckle clattering softly on the dry needles at our feet. It’s cold out, cold enough to see our breath, but I’m burning up. Because I need it. Want it. Now and always.
Pulling his fingers from me, he pumps his cock.
“Spit on that dick,” he says.
And I do, letting a long, viscous stream of my saliva drizzle down on the shaft and tip. Filthy. Impolite.
In one greedy movement, he enters me and hoists me up against the tree. The feeling of being full of him takes my breath away. Nothing between us now. Flesh to flesh.
He grunts as he shifts his hips. “Fuck. Finally.”
I arch my back, let me head fall down gently against his shoulder. I love this. The way he touches me. The way he takes care of me. The way he does what he’s so good at doing.
He finds his rhythm, slowly at first. Almost leaving me with each pull out, so close to parting from me that I feel the opening of my pussy flex for the ridge of the tip. But then back in again. All the way.
My chest heaves as I squirm, beginning for more. For faster. For deeper. But he doesn’t give it to me. Not yet.
Slowly, he works his way up to his own favorite pace. Punishingly hard, unceasingly powerful. My arches cramp as he fucks me, and I finally feel my body relax. I let go. I let him have me. Let him make me his.
The sharp edges of the bark against my skin disappear. The moonlight dims. The cold vanishes. And I am lost in the feeling of his cock, finding its way to my most hidden places.
Deep breath and I come back to myself. The only sound I hear in the whole of the forest is his skin slapping against mine as he drives and drives and drives into me.
Then the feeling comes over me. The glittery feeling in my limbs, the shiver in my core. “I’m close. So close.”
He nods, but says nothing. Another thrust, and another. Then he presses his jaw beside my ear, nipping my earlobe. “Do it. Right fucking now.”
Those words unlock me from the inside out. I tumble through the pleasure, I feel him cumming, too. Now, though, there is nothing between us, and his orgasm is explosive. Almost violent. A new growl, a new ferocity. A roar in the forest as primal as any sound I’ve ever heard.
His growls diminish. His muscles relax. And my body relaxes with him.
As he gently lowers me down, I feel him dripping out of me, slicking my thighs. It satisfies a craving I’ve had all my life. A need so primal I couldn’t even name it. Until now.
“That’s how it’s gonna go from now on. And I don’t give a fuck if I knock you up. Are we clear?”
Crystal clear.