Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Come.” The single word is all I can manage through the red lust that clouds my vision, but I need this to be special.
More than special.
I need her to see parts of me others would not imagine. Not understand.
“Okay...” She draws out as I take her hand and lurch forward, trying to adjust my gait to accommodate the steel erection that throbs painfully, so stiff it makes walking difficult. My balls must weigh ten pounds, full of seed that is ready to go to battle and find its way to the home inside of her.
We walk in silence onto the terrace, across and down to the lower level before following a slate stone path in the dark, but I know my way well.
“If this was a horror movie, the audience would be telling me not to follow you...” The lilt of her voice mixes with the evening forest sounds like a sprite.
“Probably,” I answer, squeezing her fingers tighter in mine as the cool of the forest wraps around me and the sound of the creek that runs down the slope to the east becomes louder with each step.
Minutes later we reach our destination. I’ve never shared this place with anyone.
“Wait here. I’ll light the lanterns.” I turn toward her, my hand on the back of her head as I lean down and press my lips to the silk of her hair, kissing her before I take the last steps forward into the small cabin.
A moment later, the lanterns and candles inside are lit and I retreat back out the door, lighting the last two that flank the entry door before crushing the match on a rock with my foot and retrieving her hand, watching the flicker of tiny flames that dance in her blue eyes.
“What is this place?” She asks, wonder making the tone of each word higher than the last.
“I wasn’t sure until today. I had this vision a few years after I built the main house. I wanted this cabin over the creek. I wanted to hear the water underneath, to make a place that felt like part of my mountain. A place where the forest felt part of it all, not like the main house which feels like an intrusion. I wanted this...” I nod toward the cabin made of logs I felled myself and fit together over the course of a year while the vision for the oasis came clear in my mind. “A place that felt like it belonged here.”
“It’s amazing.”
I draw her up the steps. The small structure is built on stilts over the moving water. Once inside the , I turn to close the door, my eyes on her face. Joy sparkles there as she spins in a slow circle to take in the cozy interior.
“It’s like it’s just been here, waiting. Waiting for something perfect to happen.”
I nod, pressing my body to her back, slipping my arms around her waist, my cock pulsing against her amazed at how right she feels.
The inside glows with the lamp lights. A massive log bed is anchored on one wall, and across from it, the other wall is windows from floor to ceiling, giving a wide view down the mountain and making it feel as though you are teetering on a precipice as the sound of the creek under the floor makes everything feel alive.
On the raw log walls hang carvings I’ve created over the years from the burl knots I don’t sell whether to market or as art.
“Did you make all these?” Her hand raises in front of her, pointing in an arc.
“Yes. I see things in the wood. It’s like it’s my job to set them free.”
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” She points at one large specimen. “Is that a woman’s face? The rest look like animals, or other things but that face...”
Her words drift away to silence as we both stare at the carving, and in that moment a realization comes to both of us at once: the face is hers.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful either.” I rasp into her ear.
“I don’t know what’s happening.” Her voice quivers barely above a whisper.
“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” The words are out before I can stop them, and I hold my breath, wondering if it’s too much too soon.
The back of her head presses into my chest and her body softens, her answer drifting from her lips, mixing with the sound of the water. “I’ve been wet since I saw you in the hallway at the bar.”
Her answer sounds like a confession, and my breath comes out in low gruff bursts as I spin her around, my giant hands on the sides of her face like she’s Faye Raye in the clutch of King Kong.
She doesn’t fight me as I back us into the wall, the bed to my right, the expanse of windows to my left, and she gasps, her lips parting as I battle the possessive, obsessive part of me that claws its way to the surface, wanting to claim her in every way possible.