I wake to the sun filling the room in the cabin. Sage is wrapped around me like a spider monkey, her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest, and her leg draped over my hips. This is how I want to wake up every day for the rest of my life.
I look at Sage still asleep, and I smile. I wore her out last night. After we made love in the shower, we stumbled into the kitchen for a snack and fed each other before I had her again on the kitchen table. By the time we made it back to bed, we were both tired. Somehow, I still ended up waking her up twice because I kept waking up needing her.
I lightly run my hand up and down her naked back, thinking about being inside her last night. Now, I’m hard as steel, but I know my girl needs a break. She stirs and before she even opens her eyes, a smile graces her face, and she kisses my neck.
I groan. “Baby, I know your sore. You need to stop.” I feel her smile against my neck as she keeps kissing me.
She sits up, straddling my hips. Before I can think better, she’s sliding down my cock. I grip her hips and groan. Nothing has ever felt so good. Nothing.
“God, baby, every time with you is better than the last. How is that possible?” I groan.
She groans and rides me faster. I grip her hips tighter and move her up and down my cock. Within moments, I feel her pussy clenching me, a sign she’s close.
I sit up, pulling her tight against me as she keeps thrusting while I take her mouth. It causes enough friction on her clit for her orgasm to crash into her. She throws her head back and screams out my name. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder as I thrust a few more times into her before I come, hard.
I come so hard for so long, you would never know I just had my girl multiple times the night before. I come so hard I see stars.
When we both come down, she’s lying on top of me. My cock still buried in her is my new favorite place. We’re both breathing hard.
We stay like that for a while before we get up and shower again and get dressed. We head back to the main house and walk in hand in hand, and everyone gives a sigh of relief. There’s no one more relieved than me.
Sage lets go of my hand and walks over to Abby to hug her.
“Guys, this is Abby. She’s going to be staying here as she figures out the next step in her life,” Sage says.
Mom walks over to her. “I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. They took care of our Sage for us, and we’ll now return the favor. Anything you need, you let us know. And you can call me Helen.” She hugs her.
Everyone filters over and introduces themselves before we sit for breakfast.
“Okay, explain yourself. What happened?” Megan says once we sit.
I look over to Sage and take her hand. I nod at her, letting her know she can tell them as much or as little as she wants.
I watch her sigh. “Kelli is what happened. I saw, and I didn’t get the full story, and I did what I do best. I ran.”
I squeeze her hand. “If I had walked in on that, I’d have turned around and left too. I don’t blame you one bit, but talking through it, last night? Just shows how far we’ve come.”
She looks at me and smiles. She then tells the whole story over breakfast. Jason fills everyone in on the details from after Sage and Abby left.
“Well, I hope that bitch doesn’t ever try to come into the beauty shop. I’ll shave her bald,” Megan says, and I watch jaws around the table fall open. “What?”
I smile. “Just never heard you talk that way.” I smile again when she rolls her eyes.
After breakfast, everyone heads out, and Sage and I head upstairs to get some new clothes. When we walk into our room, she stops dead in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“You moved your stuff in here?”
“Well, yeah. I wasn’t in my room anymore. Didn’t make sense to keep going back and forth.”
She looks around the room. I’ve added a few photos to the ones on her dresser. One of all of us the day I was adopted, another of my mom and me at the fair right before she died. She walks into the closet and sees my clothes across from hers. The closet is so big, it’s only half full.
Then she walks into the bathroom where my stuff is mixed with hers. I lean my shoulder on the door jamb and watch her take it all in. She walks back up to me. Before I have time to react, she wraps her arms around me and hugs me.
“It’s perfect,” she says, and I smile. I kiss the top of her head and hold her. Because she’s right. It’s perfect.