Page 68 of You Make Me Feel
That’s good. Because I’m not okay. I’m fucking reeling. She’s like a velvet fist around me, and I’m on the edge.
Of everything.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmur, feeling her adjust around me. “God, you feel like you were made for me.”
She caresses my face with soft fingers, like she can read my mind, then leans in and bites the lobe of my ear, before she whispers, “Please fuck me, Zach.”
That’s all it takes for the beast in me to take over. Because I’m all cock and no brains as she starts to flutter around me. I kiss her again, harder this time, and she smilesagainst my lips as I slam against her, my hands protecting her back from the unyielding bark, our hips colliding every time our bodies meet.
With every slide of my cock, I scrape against the neediest part of her, needing to make her feel as good as she’s making me feel. Then she’s gasping into my lips, her nails scraping against my shoulders, my neck, my chest as I take and give so roughly it makes us both breathless.
I can feel the pleasure rising, each thrust making me grunt harder. Like an animal seeking out carnal delights, I take and I take until we’re both on fire.
She lets out a pleasured sigh and it fills me up so much I’m finding it hard to breathe.
“Yeah?” I manage to rasp. “You like that?” I thrust and she takes every inch of me. “That’s my girl.”
This is the chase now, the fight for her final control, and apparently we’re both winning. I watch her face, flushed and beautiful in the moonlight, seeing the exact moment her eyes lose focus. I thrust deeper, faster, burying myself in her heat until the intensity is too much for either of us to bear.
Her body tightens around me in a sudden, powerful spasm that drags a guttural roar from my chest.
“Oh my God, Zach,” she groans, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I swear they draw blood.
And I love it. Her words, her intensity, the way she convulses around my cock. Her hips push against me in one final, desperate buck as her body explodes.
Wave after wave of violent pleasure washes over her, and I watch as her eyes roll back, a silent scream on her lips. The thunder rages, rattling through her, through me, until nothing exists but her shuddering body wrapped aroundmine. Our mouths crash against each other like we can’t get enough.
A final ragged roar tears from my lips as I pump deep inside of her, drowning in the feeling of her seizing around me one last time.
My knees buckle as my orgasm crashes through me, and I tighten my arms around her waist. I twist, pulling her with me so I hit the cool moss first. I lie there, our legs tangled, her torn silver dress sparkling in the moonlight.
Then the forest is silent again, only our breathing breaking the stillness. Her pulse thuds against my chest, steady now, matching mine. I stare up through the canopy, moonlight spilling between the branches.
I was supposed to be the hunter.
But it turns out I never stood a chance.
SADIE
It feels like I’m floating, even though my body is too heavy to move. My limbs are loose, useless. The world sways beneath me in a slow rhythm, the kind that could rock me to sleep if I let it.
And I realize I’m being carried.
I must have fallen asleep after we had sex. God, that’s kind of embarrassing. But I love that he’s taking care of me like I’m something precious.
Like I mean something to him.
Something warm brushes against my cheek. Fingers, calloused and gentle, tuck a strand of hair away from myface. His voice reaches me through the fog, low and rough. “You did so well.”
The words melt through me, soft and deep. I want to answer, but my throat won’t cooperate. My head lolls against his shoulder, the heat of his skin seeping into mine. I realize he’s taking me back along the path, along the route I ran only an hour or so ago.
Each step he takes vibrates through his chest, steady and certain, and I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt more safe in my life.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his breath stirring my hair. “I’ve got you.”
I think I nod. Or maybe I only imagine it. The night air is cool against my bare legs, the scent of the forest clinging to us. Somewhere close, the soft crunch of gravel tells me we’re leaving the woods.
My eyelids are so heavy it’s almost impossible to keep them open. I’m not sure I’ve felt exhaustion like this before.
