Chapter 5
Annie
Garrett’s mouth is everywhere, hungry, rough. His calloused hands move over my skin…up my thighs, under my shirt, then they grip my hips, thumbs pressing into my flesh, guiding, as I grind my core against him. I can barely breathe. Every inch of me feels alive, desperate for more.
Shifting, he lays me back against the blanket, my head still spinning from every kiss.
I tug at his shirt, and he breaks away long enough to yank it over his head.
I see nothing but tan skin and muscle. He’s so beautiful…
broad shoulders, sculpted chest, defined abs, I want to trace every inch with my tongue.
I can’t help but stare greedily, drinking him in like I’ll never get another chance.
My hands are everywhere too, not caring that I’m wandering in uncharted territory.
I want this.
I want him.
He grins down at me with that sexy, cocky look in his eyes. “You sure you wanna keep going, city girl?”
I laugh, breathless, pulling him back on top of me.
His mouth finds my throat, sucking, biting…marking me. I love it. I arch into him, my fingers fisting in his hair. He grinds against me, and I gasp, the friction almost too much.
This is the part where I should be scared, panicking, second-guessing everything I am doing.
But I don’t. I want him so bad my whole body aches.
And yet, there’s this voice in the back of my mind…
an old version of myself…whispering, you’ve never done this before.
What if you mess it up? What if he hates it?
What if he can tell how inexperienced you are?
His lips brush my ear, his beard rough against my skin. “Let me know if we need to slow down, Annie.”
I shake my head. “Don’t stop, Garrett. Please.”
We fumble with buttons, zippers, his hands, big and rough, but he’s gentle. He peels my shirt off, and I’m suddenly half-naked, chest heaving. He pauses, his eyes wandering over every inch, taking me in.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re beautiful.”
I bite my lip, all of a sudden shy, instincts telling me to cover myself.
But I don’t.
“You are too.”
He laughs, and it’s a raw, deep sound…then we’re kissing again. His fingers find my bra clasp, and I tense for just a second before nodding. He pops it open, the cool air hits my nipples, and I shiver, not from being cold but from want.
Garrett’s mouth trails down, letting his tongue swirl over one nipple, then the other. I moan, arching into him, need flooding my pussy, I can feel it dripping. My hips buck up, searching for friction, for anything to ease this tension.
He slides his hand lower, fingers skimming the waistband of my leggings. “Can I?”
I nod quickly, my voice gone. He pulls them down, along with my panties, and I’m completely exposed, trembling, aching. He stares, his pupils dilated wide.
“Jesus, Annie,” he groans.
He’s wearing only his boxers now, and I can see his cock tenting the fabric. I reach out, tracing his length. Holy shit, he’s huge. How is all that supposed to fit inside my virginal lady bits? Is there even room?
He catches my hand, pinning it above my head.
“Not yet,” he mutters, eyes burning with desire. “Let me take care of you first.”
My heart hammers against my ribcage.
I want to let him. I want to let go.
But suddenly, I freeze, and my fear overtakes me. Before he can go any further, I break the kiss. “Wait…Garrett, I need to tell you something.”
He sits back, concern showing on his beautiful face. “Are you okay?”
I swallow. “I’ve never done this before. I’m a, um... I’m a virgin.” The word feels too big, too heavy, now that it’s out in the open, but I force myself to meet his gaze.
He instantly softens, his fingers gently brushing the hair back from my face. “Thank you for telling me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
I shake my head. “No, I want you. I just... I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m probably going to be terrible.”
Leaning down, he kisses me on the forehead; the simple gesture melts my heart. “Annie. I want you. But not like this. I’m not going to let your first time be on the cold ground, out in the woods. You deserve more than that.”
His words hit me harder than anything has before.
They are honest in a way that makes my chest fill with so many raw emotions it feels like it’s about to burst open.
No one has ever made me feel so precious, worth waiting for, like Garrett has in this moment.
My throat goes tight, and my eyes start to sting.
I want him even more now, not just for sex, but because he sees me.
Garrett makes me feel wanted in all the right ways—cared for.
And it has made me fall for him, hard and fast, right here in the middle of nature.
He wipes at the single tear that’s sliding down my cheek. “Annie, I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come until you can’t remember your own name. Will you let me?”
I nod shakily. “Yes. Please.” He gives me a devilish grin before he starts kissing his way down my stomach.
When he spreads my thighs, I forget how to be shy.
I forget everything but the way his mouth feels, the rough scrape of his beard, the way his tongue swirls over my clit, gentle but relentless.
The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
So raw and intense, my hands claw at the blanket, my toes curl, and I cry out, loud and unashamed.
He slides one finger inside me, slow and careful, while his other hand gently strokes my thigh. His movements focused on that particular spot inside me, causing this feeling…a buildup of something unimaginable that has me gasping.
“You okay?”
“God, yes. That… whatever you’re doing, don’t stop, please…”
He grins against my skin, and his tongue goes back to my clit, pushing me higher and higher.
I come with a shudder, hips jerking, voice ragged.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, keeps working me until I’m begging, until the same feeling crests again, this time even harder, ripping another orgasm from me that leaves me shaking.
He crawls back up, eyes dark, and his mouth slick with my arousal. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers, kissing me until I can taste myself on his tongue.
I still want him. I want to give back what he’s given me.
I reach down and find his cock, hard and throbbing, straining against his boxers. I tug them down, and he lets out a low groan.
“You don’t have to,” he rasps, but I cut him off with a kiss.
“I want to, Garrett. Tell me how.”
He guides my hand, showing me how to grip him, how to stroke. I take him in my mouth, savoring the weight and the taste of him, letting my tongue explore his entire veiny length. I feel empowered as his hips jerk, and his hands bury in my hair. Letting me know I must be doing something right.
“Fuck, Annie, just like that…you’re so good…” His voice sounds strained.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, loving the way I’m making him tremble. When he comes, it’s with a low, broken growl, his hips bucking. I swallow everything he gives me, wanting to burn this moment into my brain forever.
He pulls me up and into his arms. For a while, we just lie there, listening to the waterfall, his hand stroking my hair, and my cheek pressed against his chest. I feel both wrecked and new.
Inside, the old Annie worries about having to leave in a couple of days, about what all this means, about my heart. But I shove her away, letting myself have this moment. The mountains, the man, the feel of wanting and being wanted.
I want to give him everything. I want to stay, even though I know I can’t. But right now, I belong to him.