Mika's breath hitched as Oliver's hand slid lower, warmth pressing insistently against her thigh.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head against his lips. "I don't want this to be just for one night."
Her fingers fumbled with the fabric of his pants, finding the hard length straining beneath. I'm tired of pretending.
She crushed her mouth to his, kissing him with months of pent-up hunger as her palm rubbed slow circles over his erection.
"Take me properly," she gasped against his jaw, "or don't touch me at all."
Her words lingered in the air like frost.
He froze—then chuckled softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"That's the class president I remember," he murmured, eyes locking with hers.
Then, his tone shifted—lower, steadier, and more sincere.
"Mika," he said, voice almost reverent, "if we're doing this… I want all of it. Not just tonight, not just because we're scared and lost out here. I'll be yours. I'll protect you and stay by your side. And if I ever mess up… if I can't hold back, or we cross lines we can't undo… then I'll take responsibility. For everything. Even the two-legged, black- or blonde-haired consequences that'll be running around."
He chuckled softly, the joke not quite landing as intended.
"I'll also acknowledge how bad that joke was," Oliver added, eyes gentle as he looked at her blushing face.
His hand found hers, fingers intertwining.
"I'm not asking just for tonight, Mika. I'm asking if you'll be mine—truly mine."
Her breath caught sharply, tears stinging her eyes as Oliver's words washed over her—responsibility, protection, mine.
Her hands trembled where they rested around his neck.
"You mean it?" she choked out, voice raw. "All of it? Even... even the consequences?"
A shaky laugh escaped her, half-sob, half-relief.
"Don't you dare take it back, Oliver."
She surged forward, kissing him fiercely—not with hunger, but with desperate, trembling certainty.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if he might vanish.
"Then I'm yours," she gasped against his mouth, her body pressing flush to his, every tremble betraying her frayed nerves.
"But if you break this promise... I'll never forgive you."
Mika's fingers trembled as Oliver tugged at her shirt and blazer, pulling them over her head.
The cold air prickled her skin, but his warmth seeped into her as he pressed her back against the moss.
Oliver's lips trailed down her neck as he pushed her blazer off.
She shivered when cold air hit her skin, but his hands warmed her waist.
"Oliver—" she gasped between kisses, arching when his hand trailed up and his thumb brushed her nipple through the bra.
He pulled back to look at her, gaze heavy on her pink lace-covered breasts.
She crossed her arms with a shaky laugh.
"Don't stare too much... it's embarrassing."
His low chuckle vibrated against her stomach as he kissed lower, pushing her skirt up and moving in between her legs before she could realize.
He moved one of her legs to the side, draping the other over his shoulder.
The whiff of raw arousal greeted him first, along with a delicately feminine musk he'd long since wanted to savor in its entirety.
His mouth opened as he leaned in.
Mika jolted when his mouth pressed against her panties.
"Ah! Wait—"
Her protest died as he hooked his fingers into the fabric, pulling them aside.
The first lick made her hips jerk.
"Please," she whispered, fingers tangling in his hair, "don't stop..."
Mika gasped sharply as Oliver's tongue traced her folds, hips lifting off the moss.
"Ah—so warm..." she whimpered, fingers tightening in his hair.
"Don't stop, please—"
Her plea dissolved into a moan when he sucked gently, the sensation coiling deep in her belly.
"Oliver, more—"
Her thighs trembled around his shoulders as he licked deeper, his rhythm steady and relentless.
Oliver's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Mika's inner thighs, holding her open for his eager mouth.
He groaned against her slick heat, savoring every taste and texture—the delicate folds, the sweet nectar welling up from within.
He lapped at her hungrily now, tongue delving deeper each time until he felt her clench around him.
"Mmm," he hummed approvingly before sucking firmly on that sensitive bud again.
One hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb teasing the hardened peak through lace.
The combination had Mika writhing beneath him—a symphony of gasps and whimpers filling the quiet woods as she chased release under his skilled tongue.
Mika arched sharply as Oliver's tongue plunged deeper, her cry echoing through the trees.
"Ah—right there!"
Her fingers clawed at his hair, hips grinding against his mouth.
"Don't stop—please, Oliver—"
The suction on her clit made her gasp, thighs clamping around his head.
"So close..."
She felt his thumb circle her nipple through the lace, the dual sensation pushing her higher.
"I'm—I'm gonna—"
Her warning dissolved into a shattered moan as her body convulsed, back bowing off the moss.
"Oliver!" she sobbed, trembling through the waves.
Oliver licked her through the climax with slow deliberation, drawing out each aftershock until she finally collapsed back onto the moss, panting heavily.
He released her thigh and pressed gentle kisses along her inner calf before rising up to look down at her.
Mika looked utterly ravaged—hair mussed, lips swollen from kissing, chest heaving with ragged breaths.
Yet beneath that disarray lay an unspoken trust—the knowledge that she had surrendered herself completely.
Oliver smiled tenderly and leaned down to capture her mouth once more—a soft kiss laced with reverence rather than passion.
"Are you alright?" he murmured against her lips after breaking away.
His question lingered.
Mika nodded weakly, still catching her breath.
"More than alright," she whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.
Her hands slid to his waistband, fumbling with the button.
"I need you inside me, Oliver-kun."
Oliver groaned as Mika's fingers worked the button free, his erection throbbing with urgent need.
He broke the kiss to yank his pants down, freeing himself in one swift motion.
Mika's eyes widened at the sight of him—long and thick, veins pulsing with restrained desire.
"God," she breathed, reaching out to wrap a hand around his shaft.
He hissed at her touch—a mix of pleasure and restraint.
"Not yet," he gritted out, guiding her hand away before settling between her thighs again.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Oliver looked into Mika's hazel eyes—one last check for hesitation—before he thrust forward.
Chestnut brown hair cascaded around flushed cheeks as Mika cried out sharply upon feeling him stretch her open.
Oliver froze at her cry—a flash of guilt crossing his face at the pain.
But instead of pulling away or apologizing, he leaned down and kissed her deeply—tongue delving past her lips as he slowly rocked his hips, working himself deeper into her tight heat.
Mika whimpered into the kiss—the initial shock giving way beneath Oliver's slow, deliberate thrusts and breath-stealing kisses.
He broke the kiss briefly and rasped against her ear, "Shh... I've got you."
Oliver resumed his sensual assault—fucking her through the pain with tender persistence.
Despite the blood slicking their joined flesh and her muffled cries, their connection remained intense—a palpable force thrumming through every thrust and gasp.
Oliver kissed along Mika's jawline before claiming her mouth again—his thrusts growing more insistent as he neared release.
Mika arched with each powerful stroke, surrendering to the rhythm of their bodies.
With a low growl pressed into her ear, Oliver plunged deep one final time and came undone inside her, filling her with hot release as he rode the waves of climax.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed atop her, pinning her against the moss as they lay tangled in sweat-slick skin and trembling limbs.
They stayed like that—hearts pounding in tandem—as the world outside their forest haven held its breath.
Finally, Oliver pulled back to brush damp strands of hair from Mika's flushed face.
Mika flinched slightly as he moved, his hardening length brushing her thigh.
She pushed weakly at his chest.
"Oliver-kun—wait," she gasped, voice strained. "I'm sore... please."
Her legs trembled as she tried to close them, a sharp sting making her wince.
"Just hold me?"
He stilled instantly, concern flashing in his eyes.
Mika curled into his warmth, pressing her face into his neck.
"I'm yours," she whispered, fingers tracing his jaw.
"But not again—not yet."
She kissed his collarbone, exhaustion finally pulling her under.
"Tomorrow... promise?"
Oliver nodded solemnly, pulling Mika close.
"Tomorrow," he whispered.
He held her through the night, watching her sleep like a sentinel until dawn broke through the canopy.
Then, slowly, he pulled away, rose to his feet, and pressed a final kiss to her forehead.
"Rest well, love," he murmured, turning back toward the path.
The woods swallowed him into mist.