A mere few days has passed since we saw each other, but having but a mere taste of each other the hunger grew and intensified with each day. Our conversations only made matters worse and by the Sunday when he got back from camping the need to feel each other was overflowing.

The late afternoon buzzed with anticipation, my belly tight with need. His message had come unexpectedly, but it carried the same raw intensity as every moment with him.

“I first need to see you. I want you now.”

The words settled deep inside me, igniting a warmth that only he could stoke.

When he pulled up, rugged from the weekend, his energy humming with something unspoken yet undeniable, it instantaneously engulfed me. His eyes flicked toward me, smoldering with heat and the same unfiltered hunger I had come to crave.

We went for a drink and the conversation flowing as easily as it always does, but every moment was charged, our bodies attuned to the unspoken need simmering between us. Then we went for a drive—slow, unhurried—as he took in more of the town.

But his real focus was on me.

His hand found my thigh, strong and claiming, his fingers grazing over my bare skin. The hem of my dress lifted ever so slightly beneath his teasing touch. His palm never left my leg, fingers playing, testing, pushing higher. A soft gasp escaped me as he reached the crease of my thigh, his touch lingering, promising.

Somewhere on a deserted street, he pulled over.

Without a word, he stepped out, walked around and opened my door. His hand took mine, his grip firm but unhurried as he guided me out. And then—without hesitation—he pressed me against the car, his body flush against mine, the warmth of him searing through my dress. The first kiss was slow, deliberate, the kind that sent heat rippling through my veins. Our lips moving with an aching reverence whilst his hands are roaming, lifting my dress inch by inch. The cool evening air caressed my exposed skin, but the fire between us burned hotter.

Then his fingers dipped beneath my panties, parting me effortlessly, sliding through my wetness. A choked moan slipped from my lips as he pressed deeper, his name a whisper against his mouth. The way he touched me unraveled me, each stroke of his fingers stealing the breath from my lungs. He watched me, devouring every reaction, his own arousal pressing thick and insistent against my stomach.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice raw with need.

Awareness crept in—the reality of where we were, the possibility of unseen eyes, a voyeur in the shadows, so we made ourselves descent and drove to the lookout point, the same one where the stars once bore witness to our fire. He sat on the balustrade, his hands pulling me onto his lap, my dress pooling around my waist as I straddled him. His kisses quickly took me to a place ever so familiar. His cock, still thick, still aching, pressed against my entrance, teasing, sliding, as I rocked against him. The anticipation sent shivers through me, my breath hitching as I slowly sank onto him, inch by torturous inch and then, just like that—he was inside me.

A sharp inhale. A gasp swallowed by his kiss. He gripped my ass, steadying me, his movements slow at first as to savor the way I clenched around him, the way I sighed and melted against his body. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as I took him fully, his grip on my ass tightening. The rhythm we created was unhurried but insatiable, each movement pushing us closer to the edge.

“May I cum inside you?” he rasped against my ear, his voice thick with need.

I leaned in, my lips grazing his ear, my breath warm as I whispered, “Yes please babe… deep inside me.”

And when his release hit, when I felt the warmth of him spill deep inside me, thick and unrelenting, he cursed against my skin. Fuck. The word rasped from his lips over and over, each time he pulsed inside me, as if he couldn’t believe the depth of what we had just shared.

I didn’t want to let him go, and my body betrayed me—tightening around him, reluctant to release him. If not for the awkwardness of our position, I would have kept him inside me longer—kept him where he belonged.

Breathless, I melted into him, pressing my lips to the damp skin of his neck. My fingers traced lazy patterns on his back as I let my gaze drift beyond him—to the horizon where the last hues of sunset bled into the night. In that quiet moment, something unspoken yet undeniable flickered between us, settling deep in my chest like a truth neither of us dared name.

This was something neither of us was ready for, but we had already surrendered to it.