I wrap my arms around him as he moves to pull my legs up to meet him, grinding against me. I can already feel his hardness against my hip, the same hardness that I had in my mouth just a few hours ago. But now, I am craving him somewhere else entirely. I am craving a different part of him, a different edge to him, something fresh and new and something that I have never even thought about sharing with anyone before.
But, thanks to him, I know that I am ready. I kiss him hard, letting our tongues meet slowly, feeling that heat beginning to build between my thighs as I give in to the sweet helplessness of the want that he has for me. Outside, I can hear the waterfall thundering, but it seems a million miles away – as far removed from the two of us as it’s possible to be right now.
Nothing else in the world matters, nothing at all, but the pressure of his body against mine, the way his lips meet my own as though he has been starving for me all this time.
"Fuck," he growls against my mouth, and he moves his hand down, pushes it beneath the pants that I threw on this morning – I know that I am already soaking wet for him, and, when he moves his fingers under my panties, he feels it, too. I groan as soon as he traces my clit, my whole body tensing as the relief courses through me. I need him. I need all of him. Every part of him that I can get.
He seems to sense what is in my mind – before I know it, the two of us are stripping, tossing our clothes aside until we are both bare-ass naked, here in this little cave, in the middle of nowhere, but together, with each other. As long as I have him here with me, I know that I have nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to fear.
He moves his body against mine, the two of us naked, our bodies matching one another as though they have been made for this. I want to feel every part of him; the craving that bursts to life inside of me almost makes me dizzy, and I sink my fingers into his back and pull him close to me. This is what I need. This is what I have always needed, even if I haven’t known it until this moment.
He pushes his hand between my thighs and spreads my legs, guides his fingers inside of me, makes me moan. I tip my head back against the blanket and he moves his mouth to my neck, brushing his lips over my throat as he fingers me.
"I want to be inside you," he murmurs into my ear. The words kindle a fire in my belly that I can’t deny any longer, and I spread my legs a little further, giving him all the permission he needs to push inside me, to make me his any way he wants to. I need to feel him. I need to feel him move within me. I need to know what it feels like to be with him properly – I need it, more than I have ever needed anything in my life.
A moment later, I gasp as I sense his cock entering me. The feeling is new, for sure, but not painful – no, if anything, it feels... good. As though this is what I have always been meant for.
"Tell me how you want it," he tells me, wrapping his arms around me as he slowly flexes his hips and pushes himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I am staring at the rock formation above us, the one just past his shoulder, lost to the sheer sensation of this moment. The shock of feeling him inside of me. How my body stretches to take him. He pulls back for a moment, looks into my eyes, scanning my face to make sure that he is not hurting me.
"More," I breathe to him, and he doesn’t wait for another instruction. He pushes the rest of himself inside of me, filling me up to the brim, and I cry out, the sound whipped away by the rush of the water outside.
I grasp his shoulders tightly as he holds himself inside of me, letting me get used to the feeling of his cock buried all the way into me.
And then, finally, slowly, he starts to move.
I am surprised at how easy it seems for my body to take this man. I am surprised by how good it feels to have him thrust into me – he goes slow, as though he is savoring every second that he has with me. His mouth finds my shoulder, my neck, and then my mouth again, the two of us kissing deeply as he moves inside of me. My hips lift, grinding back against him, loving every moment of his body against mine. My ankles tighten behind his back, pulling him in deep, needing more, needing anything and everything that he can give me.