Day sixteen felt like the first real breath of fresh air in weeks. The sun actually broke through the clouds for most of the morning, turning Willow Creek into a postcard of glistening streets and bright green lawns. Amina had texted early: “Dinner tonight? Just the three of us. Nothing fancy. I’ll bring dessert from the café.”
Elias read the message aloud while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed. His body was curled tightly around mine, morning wood pressed hot against my a*s, one hand already slipping between my thighs.
“She wants dinner,” he murmured, voice thick with cautious hope and immediate need. “That’s huge.”
Before I could respond, he lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both groaned. He f****d me with slow, rolling hips, savoring the connection after
