I wanted to still her, I tried to slow her for even a second. I wanted to savour the feeling of her pretty little pussy taking every inch of me inside. I wanted to memorise just how it felt to finally get to where I had wanted to be for years. But she was just as needy to take all of me. At that moment I realised, she had been waiting for me for as long as I had been waiting for her.

“Oh fuck, Ellie!” I groaned as she settled herself on my balls, every last inch of me buried deep inside her. This was perfection. There was no other word to describe it, and yet that word was contrite and nowhere near enough. I held her hips, caressing her skin under my hands and I let her take everything that she wanted to take from me.

Her hands found themselves on my pec muscles, her hands grazing over my nipples with every movement she made, as she bounced herself up and down, fucking herself with my dick. I watched her, her smiles, her gasps, the way her tits jiggled, the way her back arched, how her mouth formed a pretty ‘o’ every time she took me to the fullest, slamming me deep.

She rode me, and I watched the glorious show as she did. She took what she needed and got herself off on me several times. My cock slickened with her juices, her cunt gripping me as she rode every single ounce of pleasure possible from her climaxes. My cock twitched and throbbed, and fucking ached. She was edging me, teasing me to the brink, and then letting the feelings slip back, only to start again when her own orgasm passed. It was too much. Every inch of me prickled with excitement and electricity that I’d never experienced before. She was torturing me in the most delicious way that I have ever experienced before. It was everything. She was everything.

I needed more. I needed to come right in that pretty pussy of hers before she had my cock too sensitive to do anything with it. I pulled her down against me and holding her hips rolled us managing to keep my cock firmly inside her as I did.

“You’re going to pay for all that teasing, Elle.” I grinned at her. She beamed back at me, and I kissed her with everything I had.

With me on top, I was able to control the pace, and I was going to make sure that this was sex she would never forget for the rest of her life. I rolled my hips against her, my weight bearing down on her clit as I did.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped when she felt exactly what I was going to do to her.

“Mmmm.” I agreed. “Feel that, Ellie?” I said as I thrust into her again. “That’s how much I need you. How much I love you. How much I always have.” Every broken sentence was punctuated with a long slow stroke deep inside her.

She couldn’t say anything in reply. I had taken her breath away with my words and with my actions. I made love to her, I poured out everything I had ever felt for her, everything I had ever thought about her, years’ worth of love expressed through the union of our bodies.

Ellie gifted me with orgasm after orgasm and caressed my back, face, and arms as I did, those small actions telling me what she felt for me too. It was everything. And I knew that even if this moment faded and what was happening here never made it beyond a freak snowstorm in the hills of Scotland, Ellie Dawson would have no doubts that she was loved, and adored, and always would be.

We stayed there, intertwined with each other, lying there, cuddling and basked in the post-sex glow.

“I feel like I’ve come home.” She murmured against my chest. My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled her tight against me. I felt it too, a thing that I had never understood until right at that moment, lying there with her. People often said home wasn’t a place, it was a person, and not until right there with her in bed beside me did I realise what that really meant.

“I think I love all of you.”

“You think?” I smirked.

She squeezed me tighter, and I heard her smile when she spoke. “I know I do.”

I grinned. “I know we all love you too.”

“Even you?” She looked up at me as she asked.

If she still needed reassurance after everything that happened between us, I was only too happy to provide that. I caressed her cheek, holding her gaze so she would have no doubts about my honesty. “Especially me... I love you, Ellie.”

Tears threatened to bubble from her eyes, and she buried her head back against my chest before she spoke. “I love you too Charlie.” I held her and stroked her hair, as we dozed off again, contented in the love that surrounded us.