Adelaide

Gunnar parks the truck on the edge of a lookout. Staring out at the wilderness in front of us, his profile takes my breath away. Ruggedly handsome, with eyes so pure I believe everything he says, I know this man will be my undoing. And I’m more than ready to unravel in his arms.

I swallow, knowing that whatever comes next, we will go there together.

Closing my eyes, I remember his word, Mine. Even now, the thought of his deep growl against my ear causes my core to awaken. I’ve never wanted a man like I want him.

When he kissed me at the dance, I knew I was falling hard for him - but now, as he kills the engine, and we stare at one another in silence, at what seems like the edge of the world, I know that this is more than falling.

This is untamed desire and I don’t care where I wind up as long as I am in his arms at the end of it.

My friends gave me a pep talk before I left with Gunnar. Harley says to go all in, Piper says to take control of the situation, and Kate tells me to follow my heart. I gave them quick hugs and told them not to wait up, which had them all howling with laughter. Apparently, the idea of sweet little Addie losing her V-card was pretty exciting for them.

They showed up at the dance not long after Gunnar and I did, and I have no doubt they saw the kiss. Pretty sure I heard their squeals of delight when Gunnar pulled me off the dance floor. My friends were still drinking from red Solo cups, energized by being at a barn dance so unlike anything we’d ever find in Seattle as I left, and I know there will be an onslaught of questions that will greet me when I get home.

The entire night was magical, a reminder of why I loved this place as a girl.

There were kegs of beers and a bluegrass band. The men are from town, or here to work on the pipeline or picking up summer work in a mine. All raw and real and ready to have fun - just like us.

The women were friendly for the most part, but I noticed a few scowls when Gunnar ran his hand over my arm, held his palm on the small of my back. But I didn’t care. It was exactly where I wanted to be. The most unexpected start of this new life adventure that I could have dreamt up. Yet here it was, mine for the taking.

Now, Gunnar wordlessly gets out of the car and reaches for my hand, helping me out of the driver’s side door. I follow him around the truck, looking upward into the dark expanse of sky. There are so many thousands of stars sparkling down on us that I’m at a loss for words.

The moment we crawl into the bed of his truck, I know there is no turning back. I giggle as he spreads a quilt out for us.

“Do this often?” I ask, the question both meant to break the silence and crack the ice because there is one thing ringing in my ears. I need to tell him I’m a virgin.

And I’m terrified once he knows, that he’ll stop…pull back…turn the truck around. I’ve heard that some guys don’t want the pressure of being someone's first. I hope like hell he isn’t one of those guys because I want him to take my virginity more than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time.

“Honestly?” he says, in that low gravelly voice of his. “I’ve never done this.”

He is on his back, his head on some cushions, and I am in the crook of his arm. I look up at him, knowing my face is written in surprise. “Never?”

He tenses, his arms around me go still. “I’m a virgin. Does that change things for you?”

I move out from under him, sitting on my knees, wanting to get a better look at him. “Yes,” I say with a half laugh. “It does.”

All the air seems to go out of him. “Shit,” he sighs.

“No.” I shake my head, pulling him up to kneel next to me. Eye to eye, I run a hand over his chest. “It changes things for the better. I’m a virgin too.”

His shoulders fall and I hear him mutter hot damn under his breath before he pulls me to him, pressing his mouth to mine. This kiss is so different from the one on the dance floor. This one is deep, needy and so desperate that all I can imagine is him swallowing me whole. I want that, so badly, for him to take all of me. To inhale me.

Make me his.

Mine.

“Oh, Gunnar,” I moan as my hands slide under his shirt. I run my hands over his corded muscles, the ones I salivated over since the day we met, when he leaned into my car window, the heat from the sun causing a trail of sweat to pool between my breasts. Now my breasts, my entire body, is needy, pulsing with want, and his body is too. I feel his hard cock pressing against his blue jeans and I want to touch his skin, feel the weight of his length in my hand, feel him inside of me.

“Fuck, Adelaide,” he groans, lifting the hem of my sundress, pulling it over my head. I’m in a tiny white thong and a lace bra, and I want it off. To be naked, bare, seen. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he admits and I shake my head.

“Impossible.”

It gives him the courage he needs because he unhooks my bra and I reach for his belt loop, unzipping his pants and shoving down his jeans as his hands run across my hard nipples, over my full breasts. My body is primed to be taken and God how I want to be taken by him.

“You are perfection,” he tells me, not seeming to notice the physical flaws I see when I look in the mirror. A muffin top. Thighs with stretch marks. Lips that aren’t as full as I’d like. None of that matters when Gunnar looks at me. He sees me as the woman I wish I saw when I look in the mirror. It’s like he sees me as the best version of myself and it makes me feel vulnerable and safe, like I fit perfectly here in his arms. Just as I am.

“You aren’t half bad yourself,” I say gasping as I take in his cock. He’s hard and big and I reach for him, unable to stop myself. Not wanting to stop myself. Isn’t this the very moment I’ve been dreaming of my entire life?

“I can’t believe we’re both virgins,” he says, as my fingers wrap around his stiff length.

“It’s like, fate,” I say with a smile, then I lick my lips because when I run my hands up and down his thick shaft, my body is alive and it’s like this moment, this exact moment, is meant to be.

“God,” he growls, pulling me to the quilt, on to my back, and he leans on top of me. I see a hunger in his eyes, an animalistic need, and I want to satisfy him.

I spread my legs, letting him in closer, and he runs his hand over my now wet slit, under my panties, then pulls them off. He lowers his head, licking my pussy. “You taste and smell so fucking good.”

I bite down on my lip, my fingers threading through his hair as his mouth presses against me, licking me up and down. I’ve never had a man so close to me before and I’m glad. Anyone else would have been a disappointment. But this is - oh, oh, yes. This is what everyone's first time should be.

I moan as he sucks on my clit, as he runs his tongue over me, his thick beard tickling my sensitive skin. I feel myself grow wetter and wetter as he rides against my pussy and I need more. I need to touch his cock and move against him, but before I can say so, he presses a finger inside of me and is flicking my G-spot with such lust in his eyes, I would never ask him to stop.

In fact, I can’t think at all. My eyes are fixed on the night sky, on the stars above, and I’m holding on to the blanket beneath me for dear life as Gunnar strokes my pussy with his fingers, making me so wet, so horny, so close to being entirely undone.

“Ohhh, yes, yes, ohh, don’t, I can’t...I...” Then my words are lost as an orgasm washes over me, and my skin is covered in tiny pinpricks of pleasure. “Oh Gunnar,” I whimper, reaching for his cock, pressing it closer to my entrance.

I can’t wait anymore, and by the feel of his rigid length, he can’t either. He enters me slowly, his hand on my cheek. “God, you taste so good, Addie,” he tells me and I pull my mouth to his, my hand around his neck, needing my forehead to touch his, needing to be closer than humanly possible.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers in my ear and I close my eyes.

“You won’t,” I tell him, knowing it’s true. He may have a dark streak deep inside him, but there is a gentleness to him that is coming out as he holds me. As he begins to fill me up. He was a stranger before this week but now he is opening me up in a way no one ever has before, and the crazy thing is, in this moment, I want him to see every part of me. I want to be known by this wild mountain man.

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, sending a chill over me and he cradles me in his arm, filling me up deeper and deeper.

We begin to rock slowly, together we silently decide that we want to savor our first time together. First time together...does that mean I am already planning on more?

I don’t say it aloud, but I can feel the truth as Gunnar moves against me, as my legs wrap around his strong body, as my pussy is taken and filled, as I give my virginity to him in its entirety.

As he gives his to me, right back.

“Oh, yes,” I whimper against his shoulder, burying my head against his neck. “Make me yours.”

And in that moment, he does.