Let Go

“Fuck.” I grit out, feeling the soft wetness. “You know this belongs to me now. All of you. And I promise, I won’t hurt you, Teah. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of us.”

I slip my arms under her waist and up her back, clamping them around her shoulders from behind and holding her steady as I thrust deeper inside.

We kiss and move together, her breasts rubbing my chest as I pound, in and out, until she brings her legs up and locks her ankles around the backs of my thighs.

“Fuck me back, baby. Hard. That’s my girl. Fuck me.” I urge her and she finds another gear, pushing her hips up and down on me as I meet her movements with harder ones of my own.

Her sweet cunt locks down and with one final kiss we fly off together. I grip us tight, keeping the pace as we grind into each other until we are panting and spent. I kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, feeling her fast breaths against my face.

Finally, I slip out of her and curl her into me, breathing the scent of her release for a long moment until she settles and her hand comes up to run through my hair.

“You feel good, baby?” I growl, feeling her soft lines meld into my harder angles.

“I feel so many things. Good is a start.” She giggles and I feel something more growing between us, something beyond this lust, beyond this connection. It’s a familiarity, something comfortable and warm and easy.

We lay there until the fire is barely warm, then I get up and throw a few more logs on and something comes to me.

I walk over to my duffel, pull a notebook out, then go to the kitchen and rummage the drawer to find two pens. Then I make my way back to where she’s laying on the blanket in front of the fire. Her naked body is open for me, beautiful, and it makes me ache for her even after taking her just moments ago, but I have a compulsive need to see what this thing is between us. To prove to us both that it’s as real as I know it is.

“I want us to both close our eyes. Then, I want you to write down what you see.”

I lay down next to her, setting the paper and pen next to her hand.

“What?”

“These visions we are having. I want to prove it’s real. To you, but also to myself. Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Let it come, then when you see something, I want you to write it down. I’m going to do the same, then we will compare what we see.”

She smiles and I pull her back into my chest, spooning her and running a hand down the curves of the side of her body.

“Okay. I’m ready if you are.”

“Okay, my Little Wolf. Close your eyes.”

We both exhale in unison and I cradle her against me, running my thumb back and forth over the soft flesh of her hip, listening to her even breathing.

In my mind, a swirling image appears. I immediately recognize the place. As though a camera is focusing, the small white structure becomes closer and clearer. Trees are blowing in the breeze around it and the door is open.

The vision zooms in, as if someone is watching now through the door, and what I see has me holding my breath, pulling Teah tighter against me.

Her body stills, her breathing halts for a long moment, then her hand comes up and she reaches back, running her fingers through my hair.

“Do you see something?” I open my eyes, the image in my mind burned into my vision as it continues to play forward, my heart speeding as the tips of my fingers twitch against her body.

“Yes.” Her soft voice is full of something that sounds like mild shock. “Did you?”

“Yep.” I answer, shifting and sitting up, handing her a piece of paper and a pencil. “Write it down. Specifics. Details. Then we will compare. I don’t want to influence what you saw by telling you mine.”

“Okay.” She sits up cross-legged on the blanket and begins scribbling on her paper.

I do the same, then when I’m done, I hold the scrap of paper in my hand and wait for her to finish. When she does, I see her swallow, her teeth nipping into her bottom lip as she holds the sheet of paper up to me.

“Ready?” I ask and she nods. Her sea blue eyes cut right through me as we trade the simple sheets of paper that feel so heavy in this moment.

I look down, my eyes soaking up every word and I feel them begin to burn. I feel like I’m floating, and as I look up I see Teah staring down at the paper in her hand. The fingers of her other hand hold lightly on the tops of her lips and her eyes are welling with tears.