5. Lana
five
Lana
One more day becomes another, and another, until it’s been almost a week together in our own little mountain paradise.
On day six, Marx and I decide to go on a hike—he’s not very good at it, but at least he’s not complaining.
When he takes off his flannel and ties it around his waist, I notice that even city guys can have shoulders that seem made for the mountains.
I also curse the fact that he bought T-shirts and isn’t going topless like I’ve come to enjoy.
Trying to think about something other than Marx’s happy trail, I ask, "Could you live somewhere like this?"
"Maybe." He picks up a rock and skips it across the lake, almost like a pro. "I don't need the city."
"You’re wearing a watch that probably costs more than my car." I glance at his wrist. He follows my gaze, then takes it off. "What are you doing?" Instead of answering, he throws it into the trees. "Marx!" I jump up to run after it, but he grabs my hand and stops me. "That was expensive.”
"I hated it." Marx holds my gaze, his fingers flexing at his sides.
"You could have sold it." I hold his gaze and refuse to back down.
"Didn't think of that." He shrugs.
The absurdity of the situation makes me laugh so hard that my stomach aches. When his hand touches my cheek, my laughter fades. His eyes drop to my mouth, and my heart races faster than it did climbing the mountain.
If I kiss him, I can’t keep pretending this is harmless.
"Marx." I take a deep breath and make myself stay still.
"Tell me to stop." Marx steps closer, his eyes locked on mine.
I should tell him to stop—he's newly single. We're avoiding reality. And this could get messy.
Instead, I whisper, "I don't want you to stop."
He kisses me softly and carefully—as if I were something precious. When we pull away, we’re both out of breath.
"Was that okay?" Marx runs his hand along his jaw, then looks at me.
"Do it again." I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear.
Marx crashes his lips onto mine—this time with hunger, as if he is trying to devour me. Which is fine with me, because I want to devour him, too.
He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged. “You can tell me no, but I want you, Lana.”
There is no mistaking the desire in his eyes. “I want you too, Marx. Take me back to the cabin and make love to me.”
***
“Are you sure about this?” Marx looks into my eyes, his naked body hovering over me.
“It’s a little late now,” I tease. “We’re both naked in bed.”
“You always have a choice, Lana.” The way he says my name makes me feel special—in a way no one else ever has.
“I have to tell you something.” I hesitate for a split second. “I’m a virgin—I’ve never done this before.”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m a virgin, too, sweetheart. I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone until I met you.”
“Not even your fiancée?” I can’t help but ask.
“No, especially not her.”
“Good.” I wrap my arms around his neck, but he has other plans. He grabs my wrists in one hand and kisses his way down my body. The first lick of his tongue over my nipple has me arching off the bed. “Marx.”
He doesn’t let up as he takes each nipple into his mouth, pulling and sucking until I’m begging for more.
“How about this?” His tongue traces a path down my stomach before settling between my thighs. He pulls back far enough to look me in the eyes. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” I beg.
He parts my thighs with his broad shoulders, holding me open as he looks his fill. “Beautiful.” He lowers his head, licking me from hole to clit. Two of his fingers slide into my soaking wet pussy, and I moan. “Want more?” He growls.
“Yes.” I gasp as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of me. The pressure builds fast between his tongue on my clit and his fingers in my pussy, and I almost black out when I come.
“Such a good girl.” He kisses my pussy through my orgasm.
“Please, Marx, fuck me.”
His control snaps as he lines his cock up at my entrance and thrusts forward in one hard, fast motion, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, arching my back as he starts to move, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
“You feel so good, Lana,” he groans. “So tight.”
“More,” I moan, gripping his hair in my hands.
The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the small cabin, and my body begins to tremble as I clamp around his cock, holding him as tight as I can. “Come for me, Lana. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
His dirty words throw me over the edge as I come screaming his name. It isn’t long before he’s roaring my name and filling me up with his cum. We collapse against each other, both of us panting.
“That was amazing.” I sigh as he rolls onto his back, pulling me with him.
“You’re the amazing one, Lana Callahan.” He kisses my forehead as I drift off to sleep, dreaming of a future I don’t realize might never happen.