Page 100 of Into the Mountains
ELIAS
“These have definitely changed since the last time we were here.” Both our eyes are fixated on the cave walls, eyes roaming around the different images that now fill the rock surfaces.
“I think shortly after I left, more people thought to come to the other side of the island and found my spot.” Her hand grazes the rock she sat on the last time we were here, my head between her legs. She stalls there like she’s remembering just as well as I am.
“It was nice when it was just ours.”
She nods and keeps walking around until she reaches the small pool off to the side. Taking a spot in the dirt, she puts her feet in and leans back on her hands and tilts her head back, eyes closed.
“How do you feel about everything so far?”
Taking a second to think about it, she answers without opening her eyes. “Okay, I think.” She sounds surprised.
“Yeah?” Puffs of dirt escape the bottom of my shoes as I take a seat beside her, discard my shoes and socks, and roll up my pants to join my feet with hers in the water. It’s cool but more refreshing than anything, the cave keeping it almost warm.
“Yeah,” she repeats, more sure this time. “I thought it would be harder, I think. I don’t know if it’s because Andy and Meredith took care of it all these years, but everything seems a lot less daunting than it actually is. Like I had this huge demon haunting the corner of my room every time I went to bed and when I finally got the courage to turn on the light, it ended up just being a full coat rack that I let get to my head.”
“Like Scooby Doo.”
“What?”
“You know, the dog?”
“I know who Scooby Doo is. But you’re comparing my fear to a dog?”
“No,” I chuckle. “It’s like the gang seeing a mystery and finally finding the ghost or the monster only to unmask it to discover underneath is just some corrupt person. Sometimes we build up the fear in our heads so much that we let it rule us and our decisions and then when we are finally ready to unmask it, we come to find out it was actually not that bad in the first place. Fear does have a place in our lives, we just can’t let it take over.”
She looks my way and stares at me as if deciding something, a fire now present behind her eyes.
“You’re right.”
I take a dramatic gasp. “You finally admitted it out loud.”
“I did. You’ve been right about a lot of things and I didn’t want you to be. You were also right when we talked about coming back here.”
I give her a questioning look. “Definitely did it for ulterior motives.” She crossed her arms and lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her black lace bra, breasts almost exposed by it. My cock instantly hardens at the site of her and my eyes refuse to look anywhere else but her.
The water sloshes as she lifts her legs out and she stands inches away from me and slides her pants down over her feet,taking her underwear with her, clearly not caring about getting her clothes dirty as she tosses them aside to the cave floor. Once she undoes the clasp of her bra, she’s completely naked, almost glowing against the darkness of the cave walls.
Slowly, she steps back into the water, submerging herself this time, red hair floating around her.
“And what ulterior motives were those exactly?” I joke.
“How about you just shut up, take off your clothes, and come in here and fuck me.”
“Oooo, you’re the demanding one this time.” I listen and stand to shed my outer layer. This trip is all her, so giving control to her here only seems right. Not that I haven’t given it up more than a few times before, but with everything she’s facing, it’s better she’s the one in control. Plus, I like it. A lot.
Once I’m in the water, I keep my distance, waiting for my next direction. It doesn’t take long for her to give it to me.
She moves to the edge of the pool, leaning her back against a smoother part of the rock. Just beneath the surface her legs spread open. “Now get over here and fuck me.”
“Yes, honey.”
Without wasting any time I line myself up with her and push into her slowly until she tells me otherwise. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her hips.
“Harder.” The water splashes around us with our movements and droplets land on Charlie’s eyelashes. Her hair half wet and parts of her face shining with water has her looking ethereal.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I love you, Charlie.”
