Page 37 of Ember’s Heart

Ember

L a st night and today have been a dream. Colton did an excellent job finding this place. We’re still here another night, but I’m already thinking of when we can visit again.

After we got settled in last night, Colton surprised me with having groceries delivered and then cooked me a delicious dinner of steak, baked potatoes, and broccoli. After dinner, we curled up in front of the fireplace, where we spent the rest of the evening.

This morning we slept in, something neither of us have done in so long, and it felt nice to just stay in bed with my man, wrapped in his arms. When we finally managed to untangle ourselves from the sheets we showered together, dressed, and went for a hike.

The air was chilly, but the sun was warm as we walked a trail through the woods.

We didn’t talk much, we just enjoyed our surroundings, taking in the quiet and relaxing nature around us.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop.

After our hike we enjoyed stuffed chicken and roasted potatoes, a meal we cooked together and one I was quite proud of. It turned out wonderful.

Now, we were snuggled together in one of the adirondack chairs staring up at the starlit night sky.

The fire that Colton built in the pit crackled in front us was enough to keep us both warm.

I felt relaxed as I breathed in the scent of woodsmoke mixed with the smell of pine and the musk of Colton’s cologne.

I could hear the sound of an owl somewhere in the woods as I leaned into Colton’s chest, enjoying the rhythm of his heart beat with his arms wrapped around me.

“This is nice,” I whispered, as his thumb traced my side.

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. “Perfect.”

His hand, which had been on my arm, slowly moved, his fingers starting to knead the tense muscles of my shoulder. A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I leaned further into his touch, my body melting against his. I tilted my head to give him better access, my eyes closing in pure bliss.

The kneading of my shoulder continued for a moment before his hand slipped lower, a little too low to be accidental. He was stroking the curve of my neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just below my ear. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over my temple.

“You’re beautiful, Ember,” he murmured, his voice thick with a desire that was impossible to miss.

My breath hitched. The air around us, already warm from the fire, seemed to intensify.

His hand moved again, this time sliding from my shoulder, around my front.

He cupped the weight of my breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over my nipple, which had already hardened under my shirt. A soft gasp of pleasure came from me.

“Is that a yes?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, a shiver running through me.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was lean into his touch, my head falling back against his shoulder.

My hand, which had been resting on his thigh, now gripped the chair’s armrest. When I felt his hand leave my breast I whimpered in protest. But he just chuckled softly as his hand moved lower, his fingers finding the button of my jeans, popping it open in one try.

I held my breath as his hand slid inside, the coolness of his fingers a startling contrast to the heat of my body. My panties were already wet, a testament to how quickly he could get me to this point.

His fingers found my clit instantly and began slow, deliberate circles that had my hips buck forward on their own accord.

He turned my head to meet his and leaned in, his lips finally finding mine.

His tongue traced my mouth before pushing into my mouth.

He kissed me slowly as his fingers worked my clit.

He spread my wetness with a finger, then slowly inserted two fingers in me.

I gasped into his mouth, my legs began to tremble.

As his fingers moved faster, his kisses became harder.

“Oh, God, Colton,” I whimpered against his lips, my hips thrusting against his hand, my body begging for a release.

He pulled his head back, his eyes dark with desire. “Let go, Firefly,” he rasped, his voice rough. “Give me this.”

The words were all I needed. I closed my eyes, and with one last push of his fingers, I cried out as my release crashed over me. I collapsed back against his chest, breathless, spent, and utterly his.

After a moment, my breathing calmed, and a blissful haze settled over me. I didn’t want the moment to end. Keeping my gaze on his, I slid off his lap, my legs shaking slightly as my knees hit the ground.

He shifted, his hand reaching for me. “Ember, no. That was just for you. I don’t need anything in return.”

I shook my head, my fingers already on the button of his jeans. “I want to, Colton.”

He didn’t argue. He just watched, his breath hitched in his throat, as I unzipped his jeans and freed his erection. It was hard and heavy, proof of how much he wanted this. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the tip, teasing him. He groaned, his head falling back against the chair.

Wrapping my lips around his length I took him into my mouth. I licked, teased, and swirled my tongue around him as I sucked. Using my other hand I gently took his heavy balls in my hands, giving them a gentle squeeze and tug that had him groaning in pleasure.

His grip tightened on the chair and when I felt him begin tense, I pulled away, just enough to tease him, my tongue tracing the length of his cock.

“Ember,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Please, baby, finish me.”

I just smiled, a small, mischievous smirk. I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, unhooked my bra, and tossed them to the side. I lowered my head again, spit on his cock, then slid his hard length between my breasts. Keeping my eyes on his, I licked the tip every time it came up to my face.

I could see it in his eyes, he was about to completely lose control.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “I need you to stop playing, Firefly. I can’t take it anymore.”

I didn’t want him to come outside like this, I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted his cock to be buried deep inside mine. I stopped what I was doing and met his gaze. “Let’s take this inside,” I whispered, my voice a little breathless.

He moved like a man possessed as he scooped me into arms and carried me inside and up the stairs to the bedroom.

His eyes never left mine as he gently laid me on the bed.

The room was dark, only the light from the moon shining in through the large windows, but I could see his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

His hair was disheveled, and the look on his face was one of need.

I watched as he stripped his clothes off, letting them drop to the floor. After I had the rest of my clothes off, he climbed on top of me, pressing kisses up my body until he reached my lips. “You are incredible, Ember,” he whispered against my lips. “Absolutely incredible.”

His hands and mouth explored every inch of my body. Hooking his arms under my legs, he spread me open and with a low groan, plunged inside me.

He pounded into me with a fierce intensity. He started moving in a rhythm that was the perfect mix of possessiveness, loving, and left me breathless.

When it was over, we laid tangled together in bed, our bodies slick with sweat. He held me tight against him and I could feel his heart pounding against my back. My body was spent and I was exhausted.

I don’t know how long I was asleep, but something woke me a few hours later. At first I thought Colton was talking in his sleep, but then I realized his body was tense, his hands were balled into fists.

He was tossing and turning, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and he was muttering something I couldn’t understand.

“Colton,” I whispered, touching his shoulder. He jerked away, a hoarse sound tearing from his throat. It was a gasping, desperate sound that made my heart seize in my chest.

Oh god. He was having a nightmare.

I thought back to the therapy session on Friday, Alejandro’s words all came rushing back.

“It’s Ember. You’re safe. We’re at the cabin, remember? It’s just us.” My voice stayed low and even. I kept one hand lightly on his arm. “Can you hear me?”

He didn’t respond. He just gasped, a sound of pure agony tearing from his throat. “No,” he moaned. “No. Please.” His voice was laced with terror. It was the sound of a man who was no longer in the present, but trapped in a moment of pure hell.