Mr. Mountain

I got in my truck and drove. I passed landmarks, small towns, and even a city before I rolled into her bustling college town. It took some time to figure out where she lived, but it wasn’t difficult. She was a student and practically a celebrity.

A few harmless questions brought me closer and eventually I figured out which apartment building she lived in.

I sat in the parking lot with my truck running, just trying to figure out how I was going to approach her without seeming like a crazy person. I might have been going crazy without her, but I didn’t want to seem like the desperate asshole I was. As I sat there in my truck, I saw her turn the corner. My chest started to tighten.

Damn, you’re even more beautiful than I remember. How the fuck did I make it so long without you?

It took everything in me not to open my door and walk over to her. Watching her enter the apartment and disappear into the sea of humanity was a struggle, but I couldn’t put her on the spot. I had to give her a choice, even if I wanted to take control of the situation.

I devised a plan and pulled out an old map. I tore a square that connected the place she was to Wolf Creek and drew a line to connect them. Once I was satisfied with my work, I dropped it off at the front desk and asked them to deliver it to her that evening. Despite my possessive nature, I knew it was the right thing to do.

It has to be your choice, blonde goddess. You know where you belong, but you have to be the one that decides to come to me.

If she understood the message and followed the directions, she would be in my arms before the first snow fell. It wouldn’t be anything like the storm I saved her from, but it would coat the ground. I got back into my truck and drove home, hoping she cared enough to find me. If she didn’t, I had to be man enough to let her go forever.

The miles I put between us felt like lifetimes, especially after seeing her in person. I had made the first move, the move that would bring her back to me if she had the same feelings inside that resonated in my heart. If she didn’t come to me, I would die alone in the cabin after thinking about her every single day.

“ANY TIME NOW…” I muttered as I sipped my drink.

The sound of tires on gravel brought a smile to my face. At first, I feared it was another group of tourists determined to see where we spent our time. The car approaching my cabin wasn’t the one I saw her drive away in.

I held my breath as I stared, letting my finger rest on the shotgun by the door just in case. I had no problem firing a warning shot if it was needed. When the car came to a stop, I knew it wasn’t a tourist. There was too much determination. The door opened and my beautiful blonde goddess stepped out from the driver’s seat.

She is mine.

I pulled open the door of the cabin and our eyes met. There were fireworks before we ever started walking towards each other. I had never felt happier than I did in that moment, a few feet away from the woman I had missed so much. I wrapped my arms around her and our lips met, an immediate rekindling of the fire we had left burning the day she drove away. I lifted her off the ground and spun her around for a moment, feeling more happiness than I even knew was possible. When our lips finally departed she had tears in her eyes.

“Damn.” She smiled. “I’ve missed you.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you.” I took her by the hand and walked towards the old cabin.

I wanted to show her the new cabin, but I wanted something else a whole lot more. I pushed open the door and led her inside. The second the door closed, our arms were around each other again. I pulled at her clothes, wanting to feel her naked skin against mine.

She did the same, pushing me towards the bedroom. I had left the old bed and most of the old furniture when I relocated, which was a great decision considering the circumstances. We undressed each other as the fireplace roared, our bodies reflecting the flicker of the flames. I quickly began to explore her body with my tongue.

It was familiar, yet the time we spent apart made it foreign and it almost felt like the first time. I wrapped my arms around her again and moved towards the bed. My cock was already hard and begging for her touch, even if it was just foreplay for the inevitable.

We sank into the bed, her legs around my waist. I ran my hands across her naked body, feeling those familiar curves I loved so much. It was like our minds connected with the same hunger, desperate to satisfy a craving we both desired. I wrapped my hand around my cock and guided it towards paradise.

“This was the best treasure hunt ever.” She giggled excitedly.

“What took you so long?” I asked rhetorically.

I pressed my cock against her pussy for a moment and then slid it inside. She was wet and practically saturated with her desire for me. She lifted and pressed her hands to my stomach as my dick penetrated her for the first time in almost a year. She was as tight as she was the first time I entered her, but she stretched out to accommodate the only cock she had ever known.

This is where I belong.

I kissed her with more passion than I had ever felt in my life and I got the same response from her. My gorgeous blonde goddess wasn’t lost. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. I started to slowly move my cock inside of her, feeling her body react as I thrust against her g-spot.

As I started to feel my urges grow, I knew it wasn’t the only thing I missed. I missed the closeness, the embrace, the way she became mine to begin with. There was a new drive in her—something I hadn’t felt when we were together before. I met her desire with my own lust, thrusting quickly into her pussy. Her face slipped into ecstasy and mine mirrored the expression. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck, continuing to drive my cock into her pussy with the fury of a man who hadn’t tasted paradise in ages.

“This is better than I imagined.” A moan escaped her lips.

“You don’t have a very good imagination.” I lifted her legs a little more and pressed myself against her thighs.

Neither do I apparently, because this is beyond imagination.

My lust for her was stronger after nearly a year apart than the need I felt after being alone for six years. I didn’t hold anything back. I pounded her as hard as I could, my needs taking over rational thought. My balls were tingling and tight, begging for the triumphant release. Her body was moving in perfect harmony with mine, building towards the moment of bliss while satisfying every second of the prolonged excitement.