The way she arches her back, the way she pushes against me, it’s as though she’s starving for me. I don’t blame her. From the first moment I pushed inside of her, back at that cave, I’ve been able to see that we were meant for this – that our bodies have been made to go together in this way, and that nothing is going to change that. She moans softly and I tug on her hair, moving my other hand between her legs so that I can play with her clit as I fuck her.
She feels so good, I know that I am not going to be able to hold out much longer. My whole body is tensing up, and so is hers, as though we are passing this pleasure back and forth between us. Her pussy is starting to clench around me, and I can tell that she is arching towards the edge. Her lips part, her eyes glazed, her head tipped back as her body moves against mine, and then, finally...
"Oh!" she cries out, and I feel her body give in around me. As soon as she comes, I can feel the same pleasure pulsing up through me, too. Knowing that she is getting off, knowing that she wants this as much as I do – it’s everything that I need to get where I need to go.
I push myself up to the hilt inside of her and hold myself there for a long moment, and let the pulsations of her snatch around my length take me where I need to go. A few moments after she has come, I feel my balls tingling as I unleash a wave of sperm into her pussy, binding us together, pulling us into each other.
And, even though I am done, I don’t want to pull out quite yet. Because I am not ready to admit that this is over. I am not ready to admit that we are done here. I need this woman – I need her close to me. Even though I know that she only has a few days in this place, I am determined to prove to her that she has no reason to leave.
Chapter Ten
Harper
My eyes flutter open, and I smile as soon as I hear Cliff in the kitchen. He is singing to himself, some song that I don’t recognize, but, in his deep voice, it sounds like home.
I’m not sure how late the two of us stayed up together last night – talking, holding each other, fooling around, getting to know every inch of one another’s bodies the best way we know how. But one thing that I am clear on, one thing I know for sure, is that I am happy, right here, in his bed. The sunlight pouring through the window beside me, lighting everything up, making everything feel as though it has come straight from a fairytale.
"Don’t go anywhere," he calls to me from the kitchen, as though he can sense that I am already awake – how does he know? I smile, lean back against the pillows.
"I’m going to make you breakfast," he continues, and I close my eyes. I never want this to end.
But I know that I am going to have to go back to my life in Cherry Falls soon enough. My father needs me. And besides – Cliff has been out here on his own for so long now. Does he really want some woman in his life after all this time? I want to ask him, but I don’t know how to put it into words. Not without making it sound profoundly needy and strange, that’s for sure.
But I do feel needy for him. I can’t deny that. When I look at him, there is this sense of stillness around me, even amongst the waves that are my normal life. He grounds me in a way that I have been searching for.
I have no idea how I am meant to navigate those feelings. Is this just what happens the first time that you have sex with someone? Maybe he’s going to think I’m crazy. Or maybe the softness in his eyes, the way that he looks at me, maybe that means that he feels the same way I do. Maybe...
I can still hear him moving in the kitchen, and I decide that I am going to join him and help out – it’s only fair that I pull my weight around here, isn’t it? I don’t want him to think that I am taking any of his kindness for granted...
But just as I am about to head out of the bedroom, I hear a knock on the door, and I hold back. I don’t want anyone else to know that I am here – who knows what they might say if they find out that Cliff is hooking up with one of the guests? I bite my lip to keep in a little giggle at the thought, and wait for him to deal with whoever is waiting there.
I listen to the door open, and then, a moment later, Cliff greeting whoever is on the other side. Okay, all normal, nothing to worry about–
And then, the person who has come to find him replies. And my stomach drops.
I recognize that voice – I know who that is.
It’s my father.
Chapter Eleven
Cliff
"Sorry to bother you so early," the man remarks. "I’m looking for the manager, and one of the other campers out here said that you were the best person to talk to."
"Yes, of course," I reply, running my hand through my hair and hoping that I don’t look too rattled at being disturbed first thing. I can’t stop thinking about Harper, naked, in bed, waiting for me. I want to get my hands on her, but I’ll deal with this first.
"I’m Harrison Higgins," the man explains, extending his hand out to me. "I’m the preacher doing the ceremony later this afternoon...?”
I stare at him for a moment. Wait. Wait a second. Harrison... Higgins? A preacher? That can only mean...
I step outside of the cabin and close the door behind me, hoping that Harper hasn’t heard what’s going on out here. My mind races. So, he’s part of the group we were organizing for earlier in the week? Shit. He’s here. I have thought about meeting Harper’s family, of course I have, but this is a little sooner than I imagined it would be...
"So sorry to bother you, but I wasn’t sure what covered area was reserved for us," he says as I walk him back towards the main office.
“Of course I can help you with that. It’s the one up the main road, to the right. Area number four. I thought you were coming in a few hours or I’d have been there.”
“Early bird gets the worm, you know?” he jokes, but then he stops in his tracks. My stomach clenches with panic. Has he sensed it? Guessed that I have been with his daughter?
He stares straight ahead, and I follow his gaze towards a car parked just behind the office.
"That’s my daughter’s car," he mutters, and he strides off towards it before I can stop him.
"What’s she doing here?" he remarks as I hurry to catch up.
"Are you sure?" I ask. "Seems like a coincidence, maybe–"
"Yes, I’m sure of it," he replies, and he points to a decal on the back window. "See? It says here. Preacher’s daughter. I got that for her last Christmas..."
"Oh, well, uh," I blurt out. I need to come up with something, and fast. I need to make sure that I don’t let him figure out just how well I’ve gotten to know his daughter since she has been here.
"Harper Higgins," he tells me. He speaks her name like she’s the most precious thing in the world to him – I have to admit, it’s pretty sweet.
"Oh, yeah, I think we had someone stop by with that name," I reply.
"You must have," he agrees. "What cabin is she staying in? I’d like to pop by and say hello."
"I think it’s that one," I reply, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Harper’s place. "But she was out for a hike first thing this morning. Don’t know if you’ll get to see her."