Page 67 of Making the Save
I reached down and adjusted myself. The touch of my own hand making me hiss. I couldn’t resist stroking the length of my cock and squeezing the tip in my fist.
“Oh my god, are you going to….” She trailed off.
“What?”
“Masturbate?” she whispered, like it was a dirty word and she was in church.
“No. I’m going to break a land speed record getting down from this mountain so I can fuck you on a bed that doesn’t smell like rotten eggs.”
“I have to tell you something,” she said.
“Tell me while we get down this mountain,” I said, throwing my clothes on. She wasn’t moving and so I helped her. Pulling that baggy t-shirt over her head. I lifted her feet one at a time, brushed off the pine needles and got her shoes on. “Ready?” I asked, heading down the trail towards the bed and the fucking. I realized the length of my stride would be triple the length of her stride and stopped and looked over my shoulder.
She stood in a beam of sunlight that filtered through the leaves. Her face was serious. Determined. Tink on a mission.
“Did you change your mind?” I asked. “It’s okay if you did. Whatever you want, Sydney, is okay with me.”
“No,” she said, walking off ahead of me. “I didn’t change my mind. Let’s do this.”
Sydney
This was happening.Sex was happening.
I decided while he brushed the dirt off my feet and put my clothes over my head that I wouldn’t tell him. There was no need. No need! If I did tell him he would have opinions. Or worse…feelings. I didn’t want his opinions or feelings about this. I had enough of my own. So, the sex would happen and I wouldno longer be a virgin and if it hurt, I would just smile my way through it.
But it would be over, and that was what mattered.
I practically raced down the mountain, listening to him behind me, breaking through underbrush like a bear.
I wasn’t sure what it said about me, but feeling him behind me was exciting. Dangerous. I went a little faster and so did he. Like he was chasing me. Like I was prey. But it was Wyatt, so I knew I was totally safe.
“You like this, Tink” he asked, his voice that deep rich bass note that did things to my body.
We got to the bottom of the trail, to the clearing where the cabin sat under three tall pine trees. I sprinted across the clearing and he chased me, up the steps and through the door. He caught me in the middle of the cabin, wrapped his arms around my waist and threw us down onto the couch. I was laughing and breathing hard. So turned on I felt like someone new.
His giant body covered mine, a living breathing heat along my back.
“Caught you,” he said roughly in my ear.
“Now what are you going to do?”
I arched against him, my ass against his crotch and he laughed and groaned and pushed back into me. I didn’t want my first time to be the time that made me go blind so I wiggled under him until I could roll over onto my back and feel his weight push me down on the lumpy couch.
Poor guy, sleeping on this thing.
“Wait,” he breathed, and sat down on the edge of the couch so he could take off his boots. He stood, pulling off his shorts. His underwear. The clingy wet t-shirt. All I could do was stare.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. Whatever happened, I knew I’d made the right decision to do this with Wyatt.
“Hardly,” he said, and lifted my shirt over my head. “You, on the other hand…”
All these years in the spotlight and my body was just a thing. A thing to dress. To feed. To starve. Half the time I had no relationship to it. But when he looked at me like this, with his brown eyes narrowed in need, I felt pretty fucking beautiful.
He pulled off the top of my swimsuit and groaned at the sight of my breasts.
“You’re killing me, Syd,” he whispered and touched me, cupped the weight of my breasts in his hands, his thumbs on my nipples. I was made of wires, like the inside of lightbulbs, heating up and glowing hot.
I kicked off my shoes, pulled my swimsuit bottoms down and pushed him down on the couch. “Come on,” I said. Now that this was happening, I wanted it over. No more waiting.