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“Wow. I feel like I’m at the foot of a mountain. This is high.”

I turned in a circle, taking it all in. The thick inner walls of the berm were covered in lush, soft moss that I ran my fingers across.

When I came full circle in my twirl, there he was. Close. Close enough for our chests to brush.

Unsatisfied with that, York’s arm went around, pulling me flush against his chest.

Heat sizzled through me as my breath caught and my hand moved out automatically, grabbing his arm to steady myself.

Before I could even adjust to his chest crushing my breasts, or the press of his hardening cock against my belly, his head dipped and his lips sought mine.

I melted into the kiss, into the feel of him, into the aching need building in my core.

It had been far too many days.

Our bodies had been aching too much for soft and sweet.

York backed me up against the moss-covered wall of the range, his hand impatient, slipping into my shorts and panties to work my clit.

My cry was muffled by his lips as his fingers thrust inside me, working me with quick movements that had my breath catching, had the ache coiling tighter inside me.

Desperate, I reached down, shoving my shorts and panties down, making York let out a low rumble of approval.

Impatient, I reached for his shorts, pushing them down, then closing my hand around his hardness.

A gasp escaped York as I stroked him, my hand restless and tight, moving up and down his length as his fingers thrust faster inside me.

“York, please,” I begged, my walls clenching around his fingers, desperate to feel the fullness of him inside.

“I don’t have anything,” he said, his forehead pressing to mine.

“We’re covered,” I reminded him of my IUD. “And I’m all clear if you are.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand sliding out of me.

Then he was grabbing my knee, lifting up my leg, pinning it to the moss wall, then slamming deep inside me.

We both groaned at the sensation.

But we were both too far gone to sink into the moment.

Everything was heat, and ache, and need.

Pressure built with every shift.

My moans and his groans spilled out and bled into the night sounds as control slipped, hot and inevitable.

“Fuck, yeah, come for me,” he hissed as my walls started to spasm around his cock.

He worked me through it before slamming deep.

His heated gaze on mine, he came deep inside me, making both our breaths catch.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured afterward, his forehead pressed to mine, his length still inside me.

I curled my leg around his hip, keeping him exactly where he was, something within me begging me to force the moment to last.

Until, with a soft chuckle, York murmured, “You can have my cock inside you anytime you want, babe. But you gotta let me go eventually.”