Se connecterHis fingers went into my short, and pressed against firm, and possessively pressed against my pussy.
The whole of my body jolted immediately and my head spun in circles immediately I felt that contact. But—I wasn’t wet. Yet.I was too anxious to even get wet at the moment.He kept his hand there, and kept his eyes locked his eyes on mine, making me hold his gaze while he felt my pulsing pussy.“You’re not wet,” he said with that law dark voice.We made it to the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips and desperate hands, falling onto the quilts with Miles just barely on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth fell on my lips, my neck, my jaw, and my lips again, and his hands were sliding under my shirt, pushing it up, exposing skin.I should have felt consumed. Should have felt that electric pull, that need that made everything else fade away. Should have wanted this so badly that nothing else mattered.Instead, I felt like I was watching from outside my own body.His hands found the hem of my shirt and he pulled back slightly. His eyes were dark with pure want, lust and whiskey. "Can I?"I nodded, unable to speak, and he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.I was wearing a simple cotton bra, nothing sexy, nothing planned, and his hands moved to touch me through the fabric, and his lips found mine again.I kissed him back. Tried to sink into it. Tried to feel what I was supposed to feel.He pul
"We should probably head inside," he said, standing and offering me his hand. "It's getting cold as fuck out here."I let him pull me up, and we stood there for a moment, face to face in the dying firelight, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off his body."Thank you," he said quietly. "For being honest with me. For not just saying what you think I want to hear.""Of course."He leaned in and kissed me, soft and sweet and brief, and I kissed him back very soft and deep.When we pulled apart, he grabbed the whiskey bottle and we headed inside, leaving the fire to burn itself out safely.The cabin felt warm and cozy after the cold outside, the interior fire still going strong. Miles added a log to keep it burning and we settled on the couch, the blanket from last night draped over both of us.The whiskey was starting to hit harder now, combining with the beer from dinner and the emotional intensity of the past hour to create this floating, disconnected feeling.I was defin
The words hung in the cold night air. They were as visible as the moon shining over us, and I felt every muscle in my body tense."I'm falling for you."I should say something. I should respond to that vulnerability with something equally honest, or at least kind. But my throat had closed up and my mind was racing through every possible response and finding them all inadequate.Because the truth was that I liked him. I love hin genuinely, truly love him. He makes me laugh, shows up, and he's obviously the exact kind of person anyone with sense would fall for.But it's starting to feel as though liking someone and falling for them weren't the same fucking thing for me, and I was terrified that he could see the difference on my face."You don't have to say anything," Miles said quickly, misreading my silence as panic. "I'm not asking you to say it back or feel the same way or anything. I just... I wanted you to know. Where I'm at.""Miles—""And I know it's fast," he continued, the word
We sat there for a while, not talking, just existing. Miles pulled out the sandwiches he'd made turkey and cheese on good bread, with actual lettuce and tomato and mustard, and we ate lunch with our feet dangling over the stream, the sun warm on our faces despite the cold air."Thank you for bringing me here," I said after we'd finished eating. "All of this. It feels like something I was always going to love, but I've never known. It's really special, Miles."He turned to look at me, and there was something soft in his expression. "I wanted to share it with you. These are the places that matter to me, you know? The places I come back to in my head when things get complicated. And I wanted you to see them, to understand why they matter.""I do understand.""Yeah?" He reached over and took my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Because I feel like maybe you're starting to get me. Like you're seeing past the surface stuff to what's actually underneath."I squeezed his hand, unable to spe
I woke to sunlight streaming through the small loft window and the smell of coffee drifting up from below.For a disoriented moment, I couldn't figure out where the fuck I was. The ceiling was too close, the bed was too narrow, and the sounds were all wrong. Then it came back in a rush.I grabbed my phone to check the time and remembered there was no service. The screen showed 8:23 AM, which felt too early and too late at the same time. My head was slightly fuzzy from the whiskey but not bad—I'd definitely had worse hangovers.I climbed down the ladder carefully, still in my pajamas, soft sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, and I found Miles in the kitchen area, wearing sweatpants and a thermal shirt, his hair sticking up in about fourteen directions, standing in front of the propane stove with a spatula in hand.He looked over when he heard me descend and smiled, and fuck, he was one of those people who looked good in the morning. It should have been illegal."Morning," he said ch
"It's... messy. We're working through it. Or we're supposed to be working through it. I don't know." I took another drink, I really need that courage only liquid can give. "But being here, away from all that, it helps. You help."It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't entirely a lie either.Miles was quiet for a moment, processing. Then: "Does he hurt you? Physically, I mean?""What? No. God no. It's nothing like that." I rushed to clarify, horrified that he might think—"Eww...no no no. Did I sound like that?.""Did I sound like... like that's what it is?""Not really. You didn't sound like it's one thing in particular. I was guessing.""It's not that. Not at all.""Okay. Good." He looked relieved. "I just needed to make sure. Because if someone was—""No one's hurting me, Miles. I promise.""Okay. Good." He picked up his whiskey again, swirling it in the glass. "You know, my cousin went through something similar with his stepsister. They fought constantly when they were teenagers,
My eyes opened naturally as the morning light filtered through my curtains. There was no alarm. I literally just woke up feeling peaceful and rested.For a moment, I just lay there. This feeling was new to me. For weeks, maybe even months, I had barely slept at all. Now I was sleeping de
I was completely destroyed and crying, with my pussy throbbing intensely. I felt empty and desperate as he positioned himself over me again.He held his cock in his hand and stroked himself slowly. It was hard and leaking as he looked down at my naked body."One more time, baby.
I stood in front of my full-length mirror.The transformation was complete. My hair was shiny and smooth, I was looking very healthy. My face was glowing from the skincare, and my eyes were bright from the makeup. I bodied the cute outfit showed my figure, not hiding in some baggy shit.I looked pr
I closed my bedroom door behind me, and leaned against it.That was surreal. All of it. The way he was there. The manner in which he paid all attention. His legs leaning against mine. The whisper "You look beautiful." Mom's comment about us, "You and Jax seem closer lately."Fuc







