Damn, I was a sick fucker for enjoying that, wasn’t I?

My mind tried to keep my body in check, but my powerful yearning for this girl had already won out.

My fingers glided down to her ass and I ground against her, showing her how much I wanted her.

I yanked up her skirt and saw the same black lace. Last night the room was dark but with the sun high in the sky, her ass was round and firm, her thighs milky white.

“This needs to come off,” I said, tugging at the material. Her fingers slipped to her waistband and she wiggled her skirt down her legs and then kicked her feet out of it.

She repositioned her fingers on the railing and I could hear her uneven breaths. The sight of her practically naked on top of a bridge was such a complete mind fuck.

Smoothing my hands over her ass to her thighs, my fingers curled beneath the fabric of her underwear, reaching for her center. She was dripping wet. For me. And that just made me greedier for her.

I inserted one finger between her legs and she let out a breathy moan. “Please, Nate.”

I drove another inside and I felt my balls tightening, I wanted to fuck her so damn badly.

My thumb reached up and circled her clit. “Beg me again.”

“Please, I want you so bad,” she moaned. “I’m desperate to feel you inside me.”

Goddamn. Hearing Jessie say those words was my undoing.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and with one hand, slid out my wallet to remove the condom I never imagined I’d need on this trip.

I easily slid the latex over my hard length as she wiggled her hips to nudge me nearer. I sucked on the back of her neck and then bit her shoulder and she responded by gasping and grinding against me.

“Let’s get this pretty ass naked,” I said, ripping down her underwear with little resistance.

I lost my breath, seeing her naked like that. She had the most perfect ass with the smoothest skin. And now I could plainly see her lower back tattoo. I moved closer to get an intimate view. It was another roll of film to match the others on her arms but this one had some kind of writing in the center.

Promise Me This.

My breath whooshed straight out of my lungs. It was from the story Jessie had told me on the ride up. The one about exploring all of yourself. Even your darkness.

Whether she realized it or not, it was that dialogue that might be forever imprinted in my brain. It had affected me so poignantly that I now had trouble getting air. I couldn’t get those words out of my head all weekend long and here they were laid out before me again.

Did I believe in signs? No fucking way.

Did I want to believe in them now? Hell yes.

“You look so damn gorgeous right now,” I panted as I leaned over and licked a trail along the small of Jessie’s back, my fingers tracing over those words, as if revering them. My tongue circled the edges of her tattoo and then without even questioning it, my mouth slipped over those letters one by one.

Jessie blew out a fluttery wisp of air, as if she knew unquestionably what my mouth had done. “Nate.”

I couldn’t even speak. I only reached out to encircle her chin with my fingers, needing to see her eyes. When she finally looked back at me, her gaze spoke volumes.

She knew. Fuck, she knew how affected I’d been by those words.

My lips reached to brush over her mouth and the tips of our tongues met to taste each other softly, soothingly.

“Yes,” she said. Simply. Quietly. “Show me, Nate. Show it all to me.”

I felt like I was in some surreal, lust-induced dream.

I merely nodded and began kissing her everywhere I could reach—her ears, neck, arms, and back. I positioned myself lower and spread her cheeks, licking the flat of my tongue up her center, while she moaned and nearly collapsed on the tracks. I grasped at her thighs, holding her steady and laving gently before standing up and arranging myself behind her.

As my head slipped inside her wetness, I raised my hand and slapped her cheek, hard enough that a pink line stretched across her skin. When she whimpered, I shut my eyes and held my breath waiting for her reaction.

“Do that again, Nate,” she said thrusting her ass toward me. “And then fuck me, hard.”

Holy shit, this girl might be the answer to all of my fantasies.

My tip rested at her entrance and I slapped her, harder this time, as I plunged even further inside.

And goddamn, she was tight and warm and I was practically seeing stars.

I fucked her repeatedly, sliding in as deeply as her body would allow, and then pulling almost all the way out before ramming hard again. Her ass cheeks were red as she continued to beg me for it, propelling against me wildly, using the railing as leverage.

I was going out of my mind for this girl.

I pounded into her over and over again, while tugging her hair and biting her neck. I had never been given the liberty to let loose like this and it was the most exhilarating sex of my life.

Even still, something was missing. Jessie was laid out in front of me like some sexy vixen and was already on the verge of coming undone. But I didn’t want her to be some faceless person I was screwing—I had already done that too many times to count.

And Jessie—fuck—she had just given me a goddamn gift. If I had ever allowed myself to dream, she would’ve been my flawless, sacred vision.

I slowed my thrusts and pulled her against me, my arms wrapping around her middle. “Baby, I want to see your eyes. Turn around.”

What was I even saying? With every other girl I didn’t give two fucks about her eye color, let alone whether or not she was looking at me during sex.