7. Audrey
7
AUDREY
I can hardly breathe as Weston hurries through the forest, holding me tight in his arms. His heart thuds against my ear, his body thrumming with an energy that is almost palpable. He wants this just as much as I do, and it sends a shiver through my body.
I can’t believe we just did that.
Nobody has ever made me come before or seen the most intimate parts of my body. But it felt so right with Weston. Heat rises to my cheeks when I think of his tongue probing between my legs, and I feel a throb of desire. I’m ready to go all the way with him. Right now, it doesn’t matter that I’m leaving tomorrow. It doesn’t matter that this is a bad idea. My deeper instincts have taken over, and all I care about is Weston claiming me, making me his.
We reach the cabin in no time, and he shoulders open the door, kicking it shut behind us as he carries me into his bedroom. It smells like him—spice and pine—and I breathe it in as he sets me down on the bed, towering over me with wild eyes.
This is really happening.
With shaky hands, I unbutton my coat and throw it to the floor, watching as Weston does the same with his flannel shirt. His thick torso is like a wall of muscle, and before I can remove my shirt, Weston does it for me, pulling it up over my head and fiddling with my bra. I help him unclasp it at the back, shrugging it off, exposing my naked breasts to his gaze.
“Dammit, Audrey, you’re so beautiful,” he grunts, his gaze roaming my chest as he pulls down my jeans and panties once more. I’m confident in my curves, but even so, I should feel vulnerable lying here like this. It’s my first time, after all. But I feel so safe with Weston. When his giant hands run over me, I relax against his touch, shuddering at the way he makes my skin tingle.
“Your turn,” I tell him, grabbing one of his hands and stopping it in its tracks. “I want to see you.”
Weston straightens up and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one quick movement. His huge cock springs free, thick and hard, just like the rest of him. Warmth pools between my legs, anticipation burning inside me as Weston clambers onto the bed, the springs creaking beneath his weight. His warm brown eyes never leave mine as he eases my legs apart, covering my body with his. I feel his hardness poke against my clit, the scent of musk and arousal filling the air as I wrap my arms around Weston’s neck, drawing him closer.
“You ready, sugar?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I’m ready.”
We stare at each other for a moment, breathing hard. Then he leans in to kiss me, his lips gentle despite the roughness of his beard. I feel his cock push inside me, inch by inch, filling me up until I can hardly breathe. It’s an overwhelming sensation—part pleasure, part pain—and Weston pulls back to look at me. The tenderness in his rugged features makes my heart squeeze.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“I’m okay.” I bite my lip, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside me. “It hurts a little, but it feels good, too.”
Weston nods, cupping my cheek. “I’ve never done this before, sugar…but I won’t let myself hurt you. If it ever hurts too much, you need to tell me, okay?”
“You mean you’ve never had sex?”
He shakes his head. “Never met anybody I cared about enough. Not until…” His voice tapers off, and he swallows hard, but the unsaid words make me glow with pleasure.
“It’s my first time too,” I say, my heart fluttering at the look in his eyes. “And I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
Instead of replying, he kisses me hard. His raw, masculine taste makes me desperate for more, and our tongues meet, sliding together as Weston moves inside me. His thrusts are slow at first, gentle, and the initial discomfort quickly disappears, giving way to pleasure.
“Faster,” I breathe between kisses. “Please. I can take it.”
Weston growls his approval, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he fucks me harder, his cock pounding me in a delicious rhythm. I tip my head back and moan, squeezing my eyes shut. It feels so good. So right.
“Look at me, Audrey.” Weston’s voice is a deep command that makes my eyes snap open, and I hold his gaze, the intensity driving me wild. It’s almost too much. But he cups my face, holding me still, forcing me to look at him.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Good girl. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I do as I’m told, crying out as Weston picks up the pace, slapping his cock into me, rutting me like an animal. His thick length hits nerves deep inside me, sending bolts of electricity up my spine.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, panting hard.
“Use your words, sugar.”
“Yes, it f-feels good,” I sob. “So good.”
My body moves instinctively, meeting Weston’s thrusts. The bed creaks beneath us, skin smacking together, and all the while his eyes drill into mine, burning with a promise.
You’re mine, they seem to say. You belong to me.
And right now, it feels like I really do. I’m all his—taking him in the most intimate way possible—our bodies moving in sync. Weston is all that matters.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth. “Look at you taking my cock. You feel so damn good, sugar.”
His words make me moan, and I feel my orgasm bloom between my legs, getting closer with every thrust. Warmth spreads through me, fizzing through my veins. I move like a wild thing, bucking against him, taking him deeper, chasing the pleasure.
“Oh! Weston!”
I force myself to look at him as I come, my gaze unfocused as the world explodes around me. Spasms rack my body, my pussy throbbing around Weston’s fat cock, and I grab at him desperately, holding tight.
“Fuck, Audrey!”
His rhythm turns slack, and I feel his warm cum spurt deep inside me, filling me up until we’re both spent. Weston collapses beside me, breathing hard as he presses lazy kisses on my neck, his hand stroking my hair. I curl up against him, safe and happy, butterflies filling my stomach.
I just lost my virginity to this gorgeous mountain man.
How is this real life?
“That was perfect, sugar,” Weston says eventually, once our breathing has returned to normal. “How are you feeling?”
“Amazing.” I lift my head, beaming at him. “We should do that again.”
He chuckles, pulling me tight against him. “I like your thinking, Miss Denver.”
But as he captures my lips between his own, his beard scratching my chin, I feel a shadow pass over my happiness.
Miss Denver.
The cute nickname brings reality crashing down around me. Weston belongs here in the mountains. I belong in Denver. We’re from two different worlds, and soon enough, we’ll have to go our separate ways. It was easy to set all that aside while we were making love, but now I can’t help remembering that our time together is running out.
I wonder if he’s thinking it too. It seems to hang over us, this unspoken ending, a gray cloud that we’re both trying to ignore.
No, I tell myself. Don’t think like that.
I’m not back in Denver yet. We have several more glorious hours before us, and I can’t ruin them by dwelling on things I can’t control. I need to focus on the here and now. Everything else can wait…the heartbreak can wait.
“You okay, sugar?” Weston asks, pulling away, sensing the hesitation in my kiss.
“Better than okay.” I force a smile and wrap my arms around his neck, my gaze roaming his rugged features. Then I kiss him hard, pressing my naked body against his, making him groan with renewed desire.
For now, Weston is all mine.
And I’m going to make the most of every second.