Page 58 of Where We Began

He slides backwards, giving me the first full thrust of his whole length. The impact dazzles me. He does it again, his pace maintaining a strict rhythm that seems impossible. I can barely think, how can he control his muscles at all?

Heat flashes through me. My pussy thrums, hugging his rigid cock, crying out for release from the ever-growing pressure in my core. I'm working up to something so intense it frightens me. I've come from his touch before, and that was leagues ahead of what I'd ever done to myself in my own bed.

Climaxing with him inside of me... I worry I might die.

My heart could stop.

But mostly, it's concerning that I think all of that and don't care to stop him. My drive, this growing addiction, is greater than anything else. If I come and my world becomes one big white ball of bliss... what a way to go out.

“Laiken,” he says against my wet scalp. “I need you to come for me. I have to feel it or I'll break apart. It’s that fucking bad for me. Come for me, come hard on my cock, do it.”

I inhale until my ribs hurt. I'm tingling down to my toes, ready to burst. He keeps slamming into me, his movement getting erratic. His hard muscles scrape over my smooth skin. I'm naked except for my yoga pants, and they're getting torn apart from how rough we're being.

Above us, another storm cloud rumbles. It's how I feel—like there's thunder in my veins. I need the lightning. Once it strikes, I'll explode.

“I—I'm so close,” I whine. “Dominic, I'm almost there. I think... this has to be...” I close my eyes, smelling the rain, the electric atoms in the air, our sweat, our sex. There's a slight burning in my center, like something tore and salt is in the wound. But I don't give a damn if I'm being sawed apart. I won't stop until...

He fucks me once more, his cock-head so deep I swear he's in my throat. Every muscle in me tightens, balling up as my release hits. “Fuck!” I scream. The lightning crack is deafening, I don't know if it's real or in my head. I just know I'm trembling, squeezing his cock as I twitch and come. Nothing has ever felt so astounding.

I sense his hooks going further into my heart.

I'm doomed to love this man.

I just know it.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. His hands dig into my shoulders. His beard grinds on my cheek as he pounds me harder, riding out my orgasm, chasing his own. “Perfect, so damn perfect. Laiken, you're mine. Did you know that? All fucking mine. From now until forever.” He's rambling, his words slurring with his heavy breathing. My pussy is flexing madly with aftershocks. I'm sensitive enough to tell that his cock is swelling, just seconds before he groans into the open air, head arching back.

We stay like that, sheathed together, breathing in tandem. My senses are returning. They bring a sense of uncertainty with them. I wonder if Dominic is experiencing the same thing, the gravity of our actions... of our situation.

Turning my jaw, I let my opposite cheek settle on the wet dirt. I scan the area, spotting the garbage bag. The reason we came here seems like another lifetime ago. Like who I was when we picked up pinecones was a different person.

He rolls off of me, but he doesn't pull out. Dominic wraps his arms around my waist. I snuggle against his body, my ribs locking against his, as if we were meant to fit together. The prickle up my spine warns me someone is watching. I look over at the wall of tress.

There's a deer standing there.

It's the biggest doe I've ever seen, majestic with its elegant neck stretching high. It blends into the branches. Its round, soulful eyes touch on me.

I hold my breath. I'm captured by the power of the moment, waiting to see if the animal bolts or not. Dominic's heart beats comfortably alongside mine; I'm not sure he's noticed it.

The deer's knowing stare goes through my skin and bones and into my soul. It reminds me of the time I chased the fawn through the river with my sister and how the mother had gazed me down. That day, it had found me wanting.

This time, when it leaves, I don't feel judged.

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