Page 103 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

To re-cement our connection. To reaffirm everything we just said to each other. To make up for time lost. To feel like life isn’t spiraling out of our control by taking it in this moment.

I force myself to pull away so I can undo my zipper and slip off my pants and boxer briefs. They hit the floor, followed by my T-shirt, before I climb back onto the bed, settling over her again, my cock pinned between us.

Every fiber of my being aches for her.

Time hasn’t done anything but make me need her more.

I kiss her again, and her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it gently. Light fingertips glide across the head, slick pre-cum spreading over it. My hips buck as pleasure shoots through me, and I almost come all over her belly before we’ve even started.

“I’m not going to last long, Honeybee. It’s been a year, and I’ve thought of nothing every time I took my cock in my own hand except being with you like this again.”

She shudders, arching into me, her grip tightening. “Did you do that often?”

Her question comes breathy, full of desire and annoyance at how slow I’m taking things.

“Every fucking night. Every time I thought about you, I either snuck out into the woods and chopped down trees until my hands bled or came in here and stroked my cock until I came, wishing it was inside you.” I shift back and cup her breast, flicking my thumb across the nipple. “Or across these beautiful tits.” I slide my hand down her smooth stomach. “Or over this belly.”

She spasms as my palm cups her pussy.

“But especially right here.”

I slide my other hand around her, then roll onto my back, taking her with me. She yelps slightly at the quick movement, and I shift until I’m settled half-propped against the pillows and she’s draped across me.

“You’re going to take the lead tonight, Willow.”

Her eyes flare. “What?”

“You’re going to ride me, Honeybee. You’re going to take what you need at your own pace, so I don’t hurt you.”

It’s a complete one-eighty from what she’s used to with me.

Willow loves to relinquish control. To let me lead and allow her to go to that headspace where she doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to do anything but feel. But tonight, I need her to take.

She seems to consider my demands for a moment before her gaze fills with intent, and she strokes my cock again, harder this time, twisting her wrist around the head and spreading another bead of pre-cum across it.

It throbs in her grip, aching to be inside her, to feel the warm clasp of her cunt.

All I want is to watch her come undone on my cock and know it’s because of me.

When she dips her head and kisses me as she shifts back, settling herself directly over my length, I hold my breath.

Waiting.

Watching the way she catalogs my tattoos and every inch of my body the same way I have done hers. Her eyes linger on my right arm, where the new tattoo of the bleeding heart with the very important words is now inked permanently.

Her fingers trail over it. “What does ‘Veni, vidi, amavi’ mean?”

I slide my hand to her hip, holding her steady. “I came, I saw, I loved. Only you, Honeybee. Always only you.”

The love reflecting at me momentarily allows all other considerations to float away on a cloud of need, and Willow sinks down slightly, taking just the head inside her.

I swallow a hiss, my eyes closing and my head tipping back at how hot and tight she is.

Good God.

She stills, and my eyes fly open to find hers.

I search for any signs of discomfort. “Are you all right?”