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He groans softly into my mouth, and the sound makes something inside me unravel. My fingers slide up to his neck, tangling in the scruff of his hair, pulling him even closer. I feel his heartbeat where our bodies touch, wild and steady, a perfect match to mine.

I didn’t expect this. I didn’t come here looking for a man like him. But now I can’t imagine the woods, the wind, the quiet of this mountain— any of it —without him in it.

His hands roam up my back, rough and calloused, but so careful, like I’m something breakable. His body shields mine from everything outside, from the past and all the pressure I left behind.

It feels like falling. Like flying. Like everything at once.

When we finally part, it’s only by an inch. His forehead rests gently against mine. I can feel his breath on my lips, the way his chest rises and falls against mine.

Neither of us says anything at first.

I close my eyes and whisper into the silence between us, “I don’t even know what just happened.”

He touches my cheek, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “Yeah, you do.”

And he’s right. I do. I’m hopelessly his.

Everest’s eyes lock onto mine. “I want you, Sierra," He says, his voice a low growl. "I want to taste you, to feel you, to make you mine."

I swallow hard, and I swear I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. And a new reality hits me. I’ve spent so long focusing on school and work and getting ahead in life that I’ve never really made time for any semblance of a love life. I feel… inexperienced and inadequate.

"I-I've never... done this before," I admit looking down. I’m nervous. Scared. I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want him to dismiss me as an inexperienced, naive little girl. I’m a woman. And this woman wants to give herself to him.

His smile is almost predatory. "All the more reason for me to be gentle," he replies, his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "But know this, Sierra. Once I have you, you'll be mine. Completely. I don’t share.”

I nod. Although I’m not truly sure what that means. I hesitate to clarify. I’ve spent so long trying to get ahead at work that I feel behind in my romantic life. All I know is that if he wants it, he can have it. "Okay," I whisper. "I'm yours."

He takes me in his arms, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I moan softly, my hands reaching up to his neck. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him.

He breaks away, trailing kisses down my neck, feeling his pulse flutter under my lips.

He unbuttons my blouse, his rough fingers brushing against my skin.

He unhooks my bra with ease. He’s clearly much more experienced than me.

I relax slightly knowing that he will have no problems showing me how to please him…

and myself. My bra flies across the room freeing my breasts, and he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until I am arching against him, my breath coming in short gasps.

He leads me to the bedroom, where he slowly undresses the rest of me, his eyes roaming my naked body. He places a hand on my thigh where he can see my tremors of anticipation, I can’t tell if I feel fear or desire. He undresses himself.

I can see his manhood. It’s thick and long and pointing directly at me. It strikes me in that moment that I have no idea what to do with it.

"Everest," I whisper, my voice thick with lust.

He looks up at me, "Yes, Sierra?"

"I want you to... teach me. Show me how.” I say, while I feel my cheeks flushing.

Everest smirks, “Come here.”

I sit on the side of the bed and he places himself in front of me, his cock poised at my mouth.

Everest looks into my eyes, seeing the trust and fear and desire all mixed together.

He pushes through my lips slowly, feeling the inside of my warm cheeks, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

My nails grab the cheeks of his ass. I begin to move quickly back and forth.

As fast as I can. I think this is how it’s done?

“Am I doing it right?” I ask, my voice muffled by his cock moving further down my throat.

He grins, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. “Go slow. It’s not a race. Let me enjoy your mouth. Let me guide myself down your throat. I want to savor the pleasure of being with you, Sierra.”

His hips begin moving slower, and more intentionally. His dick moves slowly in and out of my throat. I can feel him twitch in my mouth, his body tensing.

“Open up wider, Sierra," he commands. “I want to cum in your sweet little throat.”

I begin sucking harder, more intentionally, and mimicking his motions. My tongue swirls around his shaft.

"That's it, Sierra," he groans. "Suck my cock like a good girl."

My mouth starts to move up and down, my hands gripping his length. I can feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. He grabs my head, his hips pushing, his cum exploding into my mouth. I swallow, my eyes watering, my cheeks flushed.

“You did perfect for your first time. And now, I want to see you cum. You’ve never cum for a man before, have you?”

I shake my head in the negative. I’ve never done any of this before. My eyes are wide open and the anticipation is nearly killing me.

He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, spreading my legs.

He slides two fingers into my wet heat, feeling my tightness, my virginity.

He groans, I can see in his eyes he’s filled with lust and possession.

He positions his face between my legs, his tongue finding the most sensitive part of my center.

I moan, my hands grabbing the sheets. "Everest, that feels so good."

My insides grow warmer, slicker. I can feel my juices sliding out of my center. The more he licks, the more swollen I feel. I can feel my walls clenching on his fingers as intense pleasure builds inside of me.

He continues to lick and suck, his fingers slipping in and out of me. My moans grow louder, my body tensing as I approach my climax. Everest looks up at me, his eyes never leaving mine as I come undone.

"Oh, Everest," I cry out, my body convulsing. My thighs begin to tremble and my body seizes in the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had in my life. Like all the tension has exploded and left my body in a sweet, lingering rapture.

Everest smiles, his fingers still inside me. "You taste incredible."

He lays next to me and holds me in his arms. My breathing slowly returns to normal. But my heart is racing. Not because I’m scared. But because I’m know I won’t be able to do what I came here to do. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

I’m supposed to talk to him about the land.

That’s why I came here in the first place—my job, my future, everything I’ve worked for depends on this.

If I can close this deal, it’s my ticket out.

My ticket to freedom. The chance to finally stop answering to men like my boss who treat me like I’m expendable.

But I haven’t brought it up. I can’t. And the longer I’m here, the harder it gets.

Because Everest… he isn’t just some man standing in the way of a project. He’s not an obstacle. He’s a person. A good one. Rugged and rough around the edges, sure, but steady. Kind. The way his eyes linger on mine makes me feel weaker than I already am.

I don’t want to pitch him. I don’t want to be the person who turns him into a transaction. I won’t be the woman who tries to get him to sell the family land that has such obvious sentimental value. I want to be someone he can trust.

And that terrifies me, because I haven’t told him the full truth.

Not yet. But when he finds out, I know this will end badly.

And every hour I spend wrapped in his warmth, in the illusion that this— we —are untangled from what brought me here, that truth gets heavier.

It’s pressing down on me now, right here in his bed, making it hard to breathe. I don’t want this to end—ever.

But for now, I’ll drift off to sleep in the strongest arms I’ll probably ever know.