I look around and laugh nervously as he pulls down my zipper and slips his hand inside my pants. “Oh, God,” I breathe. Because the instant his fingers slide between my legs I feel faint. Any hesitation I had immediately disappears. I do not care where we go right now. Just please keep touching me.
“Like that?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say, looking up at him through hooded lids.
“I feel like fucking you, Delphi.”
I swallow hard. Eyes locked on his.
“I don’t care where. I don’t care how. I want to be inside you right now. Do you hear me?”
“Oh,” I whisper, “I hear you.”
“Touch me back,” he says, taking my hand and placing it over the large bulge inside his pants.
His cock is hard when I grip it. Long, and thick, and hard. I squeeze and he growls again like that beast back there in the meadow. He is an alpha predator, make no mistake. This man is as dangerous as they come, but not with me, he’s not. With me, he’s just… mine.
“You’re mine,” I say, still looking up into those eyes of his.
“Fuck,” he says, closing his eyes. But at the same time his hand—still covering mine—squeezes so I have to grip him harder. My fingertips detect his second cock, half hiding underneath the first one. I maneuver my fingers so I can feel it better, pressing the palm of my hand hard against his hardness.
His other hand is still fingering me. Pressing between the lips of my pussy, trying to get inside me.
I gasp when the tip of his fingers brush my clit, and start to feel weak.
Then his touch is gone. His hand withdrawn. He lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his middle as he walks me over to a tree and presses my back up against the trunk. The hard, rough bark scratching my back, letting me know this is pure animal instinct and the fuck we’re about to have won’t be soft.
“Yes,” I say, giving him permission to do that. To take me that way. “Yes,” I say again. “Do it.”
Because something has come over me. The feeling I got back at the beginning of our ride. Some kind of drugged-up acceptance. Only this time it doesn’t make me calm. It makes me horny.
“Do it,” I say again.
But he doesn’t need to be told twice. His chest presses me into the tree, one hand under my ass, holding me up. The other tugging on the waistband of my pants.
He unwraps one leg from around his waist and my foot drops to the needle-covered ground. He is tugging one side of my pants down my leg and then I’m helping. My other leg falls away until my foot finds the ground and I’m tugging down the other side.
Somehow, during this frantic undressing, he’s pulled out both his cocks and he’s fisting them in his hand. Together they are so thick, his fingers barely fit around the shafts.
Just catching a tiny glimpse of this makes my pussy start throbbing with anticipation.
“Put them inside me,” I gasp. “Please.”
My pants are only halfway down my bare thighs, but he either doesn’t care or he’s just good at improvising with half-dressed girls. Because he just lifts me up again and presses his groin forward so I have to open my legs as wide as possible to accommodate his hips. My knees automatically come up to my chest and the tips of his cocks press against the thin fabric of my underwear.
“Oh, God,” I say. “Oh, God.”
His hand reaches between my legs, pulls my underwear aside, and then…
“Oh, fuck!” I moan. “Yes!”
The tips are pushing inside me. But not enough. “More,” I beg. “Please.”
One hard thrust and there it is. He’s inside me and everything changes in an instant.
The world goes black. The station sunlight just… blinks out of existence. Replaced with the deep dark of space, and stars, and swirling pink and gold gasses of thousands of brewing suns.
The cabin is gone. The woods are gone. The whole station is gone and we are just… things. Just sex-starved things floating in nothingness.
I grip his shoulders tight. My fingernails sinking into his flesh. Holding on to him like I never want to let go. Like we are not two things, but one.
We spin. Somehow… we spin. The stars blur into lines, we spin so fast. And now we are nothing but a cyclone of sex and lust. He’s fucking me hard, I realize. His fingers wrapped up in my hair, gripping tight as he thrusts inside me deeper, and deeper. Like we’re entering some new, unknown part of the universe where only we are allowed to go. Like we are the only two people who exist at all.
Like… we are soulmates.
“Delphi,” he whispers next to my ear, kissing my neck, then nipping my earlobe.