Page 24 of Mountain Man Summer

She rocked her hips experimentally, drawing a harsh breath from me. "So do you. So big... God, Noah, move. Please."

I began to thrust, setting a slow pace that quickly built as her nails raked down my back, urging me on. She met each thrust, her legs wrapped around my waist, changing the angle to take me deeper.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice ragged. "Fuck me harder."

I complied, driving into her with increasing intensity. The sound of our bodies meeting, the crash of the small waves on theshore, and our mingled breathing created a primal symphony. I could feel my control slipping, the tight grip of her pussy around my cock driving me toward the edge faster than I wanted.

"Touch yourself," I commanded, needing her to come again before I lost it completely. "Make yourself come on my cock."

She slipped a hand between us, finding her clit with practiced ease. I watched, mesmerized, as she circled the swollen bud, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her release.

"Oh God," she moaned, eyes widening. "I'm going to come again."

"That's it," I encouraged, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Come for me, Didi. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."

Her body went taut beneath me, her back arching as she cried out my name. The pulsing of her pussy around my cock pushed me over the edge, my own orgasm tearing through me with unexpected intensity.

"Fuck," I groaned, burying my face in her neck as I emptied myself deep inside her, hips jerking with each pulse of pleasure.

For several minutes, we lay tangled together, catching our breath, the cool water occasionally lapping at our feet. I shifted to take my weight off her, but kept her close, unwilling to break the connection between us.

Didi traced idle patterns on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.

We swam again afterward, washing away the sand and sweat, our touches gentler now but no less intimate. When we finally made our way back to the dock, I wrapped her in the towel I'd brought, then pulled on my shorts.

"You're shivering," I noticed, pulling her against me to share my warmth.

"Good shivering," she assured me with a smile that made my heart skip.

Back at the cabin, we fell into my bed without discussion, her body fitting perfectly against mine as if we'd been sleeping together for years rather than hours. I pulled the sheet over us, the air conditioning a relief after the humid night air.

"Noah?" she murmured, already half-asleep.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for rescuing me from the heat."

I pressed a kiss to her temple, breathing in the scent of lake water and something uniquely Didi. "Anytime."

As she drifted off, I watched her sleep, memorizing the peaceful expression on her face, the way her hand curled against my chest, the soft sound of her breathing.

This wasn't what I'd planned. I was comfortable with my casual hookups and no-strings arrangements. But Didi was quickly becoming something more than just a physical release, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should be concerned about her stalker situation—the threat that had driven her to Hope Peak in the first place. But as I finally gave in to sleep, I couldn't bring myself to regret a single moment of our night together.

For the first time in years, I fell asleep without the weight of loneliness pressing down on me. Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight had been worth it.

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I woke before dawn, my body attuned to early rising after years of habit. Didi was still asleep beside me, her blonde hair spread across my pillow, one arm thrown over my chest. In the dim light, she looked peaceful, the tension she usually carried completely absent.

Carefully, I slipped from the bed, not wanting to wake her. I pulled on a pair of a boxers and padded to the kitchen, starting coffee and gathering ingredients for breakfast. The simple domesticity of the moment wasn't lost on me—how natural it felt to be preparing a meal while she slept in my bed.

As the coffee brewed, I stood at the window, watching the first hints of sunrise color the eastern sky. The lake was perfectly still, mirroring the gradual lightening of the heavens. Another scorching day ahead, according to the weather report, but right now, in this moment of perfect peace, I couldn't bring myself to care.

I knew we needed to talk about what happened. About her stalker. About what this meant for us. About the fact that she would eventually return to Chicago and her life there.

But that conversation could wait. For now, I was content to make breakfast and carry it back to bed, to watch her wake slowly in the morning light, to steal a few more precious hours before reality intruded.

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