Every single one.
“Not before you come on my hot, fat dick,” he groans, gripping my ass with both hands and picking up the pace. He tilts my hips upward and in an instant, he feels deeper inside me than I ever thought possible.
Lighting up a new pleasure center we both feel instantly, and one I have no control over anymore as I start to stammer his name louder and louder with each powerful thrust of his thick organ deep inside me.
“James… James!” I finally gasp, feeling my whole body tense and shudder, my walls and my pussy lips quivering on his manhood as I feel my climax joining his, his seed pouring into me.
There’s no cabin, no woods anymore and the thunderstorm raging outside doesn’t even register.
There’s only us. This new thing we’ve made by coming together joined in a way that makes us whole again.
Makes us one, and not just for a few minutes, but something that fuses us together for good. We both feel it and we both know it now.
A perfect knot of muscle, sweat, and curves, we lay together for I don’t know how long before the world as we remember it slowly starts to come back into focus.
My relief is seeing his eyes first, and then his smile as I feel him still flexing inside me, making me gasp and giggle as I shudder some more as our climax finally ebbs away.
But never too far. I know it’s something we’ll revisit often, and soon again if I have my way.
“I was only supposed to rescue you,” James says, looking a little guilty.
“You just did,” I whisper in his ear, running my hands across his shoulders and bringing him closer to kiss me again.
“You just did.”
“I love you, Krystal,” he says, looking me right in the eyes and tracing a finger down my face to my neck.
“I love you and I’m never letting you out of my sight again, understand?” he asks, and I nod. Not wanting him to, not ever wanting to leave his side ever again.
Not even for a minute.
The dim light of the cabin gives way to a gray light, the early morning that sees the thunder rolling away over the hills and the rain softening to a patter that almost puts us both to sleep once James uses his jacket to cover us both as best he can.
The warmth from our naked bodies is more than enough though, and as much as I try and keep my hands in one spot, like James, I find them straying to his front and his between my legs.
We say so much without a word for what must be hours. By the time either of us feels like moving again, it’s brighter inside and out, the dusty panes of the cabin windows show the first rays of sun after the storm.
The storm we both survived.
James groaning for a different reason makes me sit up, worried I’ve squashed something of his. “What is it?” I ask, concerned.
“Your dad,” he murmurs, and I feel a stab of anxiety in my chest, that part of the world snapping sharply back into focus too.
“Oh,” I mumble.
“No,” James says, getting up and fishing for his clothes. “He’s back at the car, hurt himself when we tried to come up to find you,” he says, wincing in apology for forgetting all about it.
I remember my pledge and don’t feel mad. Far from it, I’m glad he did otherwise we would never have… well. Needless to say, I’m grateful James forgot about dad for a few hours.
As if on cue, there’s the distant burst of a siren for a few seconds, and James relaxes.
“He had his phone, and I told him to stay put until he got a cell signal,” he adds, still wincing a little.
“What happened?” I ask, glancing at James sideways, trying not to smile.
“Let’s just say I think your Dad will be laid up for a little while. He’ll be fine, just a little sore for a time,” James assures me.
Leaning forward to get up, I have to agree.
“We might both be,” I murmur, feeling the pleasant ache inside, the satisfying sensation of having had James work some more of his magic on me.
We dress and yelp a little, getting back into freezing wet clothes and James wants to carry me back down, but I insist I can walk.
He watches me go ahead of him for a little, laughing quietly to himself until I turn around, pretending to be offended.
“What?” I ask with a grin.
“I don’t think you’ll ever walk the same again, somehow,” he jokes.
And we both laugh. Me all the louder, because I know it’s true.
The woods don’t seem anywhere near as frightening in the daylight and there’s no sign of any cougar or anything else that might want to hurt us.