Page 187 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Yes, angel. That feels amazing.”

Her bouncing breasts smash into my face, and I wrap my lips around her stiff nipple, sucking hard. She loves it when we play with her tits. Her rosy buds have hardened into peaks, demanding more attention.

No longer afraid, I start to lift my hips in response, meeting her stroke for stroke. She clenches even tighter around me, moaning as I lightly bite down on her nipples.

“Mi. Oh, God.”

Watching her work up and down on my dick is better than any fantasy I’ve had about my first time. It’s empowering to see the pleasure she’s taking from me, but with gentleness and consideration. I rut up into her, my balls already tightening.

“Okay?” Willow checks in.

“Yeah. I can’t last long.”

“That’s f-fine,” she moans.

Breathing hard, I grip her around the waist and lift her off my lap, laying her down on the sleeping bag to shove her legs back open. I want to make her fall apart one more time before I finish.

“Lost patience?”

I pin her unbandaged arm above her head. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

Gliding back inside of her in one fast thrust, her pussy is so tight around me, it’s like we were made for each other. She’s hugging my cock with an exquisite amount of pressure. Our slow, tentative collision heats up.

Pushing into Willow’s core, I find a rhythm that feels natural. My strokes speed up, gaining power and confidence. Her nails are raking into my back with each thrust, adding a bite of pain that sizzles through me.

With the cool mountain air kissing our skin, and nothing but cliffs and trees around us, we can both throw our inhibitions aside. This is a place of truth. No pointless façades. I need to batter my love into her soul and leave an impenetrable brand.

“Are you close?” I grit out.

“Yes,” she groans.

“I want to watch you come all over my dick.”

“Jesus, Mi. Keep going.”

Chasing the coil of tension deep inside of me, we fuck like animals in heat, our gasps lost in the endless mountains. Just as the sun winks out of existence, Willow’s walls clench tight.

She screams my name loud enough to disturb a flock of birds that take off into the night sky. Managing a final pump, I bellow loudly as I finish a second later. She’s limp and boneless beneath me, her chest heaving with each breath.

Exhaustion washes over me and I slump on her chest, burying my face in the soft slope of her neck. We don’t speak, enjoying the residual waves of bliss. A breeze caresses our flushed skin, and I can feel our sweat mingling.

“Sure you were a virgin?”

I burst out laughing. “Zach gave me some pointers.”

“Wow, how helpful of him.”

“When he was done laughing at me, sure.” I trace my lips along her collarbone. “Not sure I’ll be planning any more brotherly bonding anytime soon.”

“He’ll be so disappointed.”

I lift my head to peer down at her. The crystallised shards that carve out her irises are awash with lazy satisfaction. Rising moonlight reveals the curl of her lips in a smile.

“Micah.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you,” she murmurs. “I fucking love the bones of you.”

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