IT'S HIM AND HER | 18+

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The lights in the treehouse were low. Outside, it was quiet—just the wind brushing through the forest. Gazelle stood at the edge of the balcony, arms folded, staring into the dark.

Reyn came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She tensed at first, then leaned back into him without a word.

“You keep disappearing,” he said against her ear.

“I like the quiet.”

He kissed her neck. “You know what you’re doing, right?”

She turned to face him, biting her lip. Their eyes locked. No games. No small talk. Just heat.

He grabbed her jaw and kissed her — hard. She kissed him back instantly, fingers sliding into his hair. His hands moved down her back, then over her ass, squeezing it with both hands like he had to confirm it was real.

She gasped slightly as he did. He didn’t stop.

Her body was warm and soft and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He turned her toward the bed, walking her backward as they kissed. By the time they got there, he was yanking his shirt over his head while she started unbuttoning hers.

She paused mid-way and looked at him. “You’re staring.”

“Yeah. I am.”

She finished unbuttoning, shrugged the shirt off, and reached back to undo her bra.

It fell to the floor.

Reyn stopped breathing for a second.

“Holy... fuck.”

They were bigger than he’d ever imagined. Full, soft, round, natural. His brain blanked for a second just trying to take it in.

“You’ve been hiding these the whole time?” he said.

She instinctively crossed her arms in front of her chest.

He stepped forward fast. “No. Don’t cover them. Seriously. They’re insane.”

His eyes dragged over them again.

“They look like... I don’t even know. Like two scoops of vanilla ice cream with a strawberry in the center.” He laughed a little, out of breath. “You’re gonna break me.”

She blushed, but didn’t stop him. His hands came up slowly and cupped both breasts. They filled his palms and more — heavy, warm, perfect. His thumbs brushed over her nipples. They hardened instantly.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You feel better than I imagined. How do you carry these around all day?”

“I manage,” she whispered.

He leaned in, pressing his face into her chest, just breathing her in.

“You smell so fucking good.”

He kissed down one breast, sucked lightly, then a little harder. She gasped, back arching into him. Her hand curled around his arm, holding him close.

“Yeah,” he said low. “Keep making that sound.”

She let her skirt drop. As she turned to step out of it, he saw her ass — thick, full, bouncy. No filter, no angles — just real, soft skin and perfect shape. It moved naturally as she walked.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Now you’re just showing off.”

She gave him a glance over her shoulder.

“You’re the one staring.”

He stepped behind her, both hands gripping her hips, pulling her into his body.

“This ass,” he said, “is gonna drive me insane.”

His fingers ran over her skin, palms squeezing, thumbs digging into the dimples at the base of her spine. He kissed her back, then lower, down to the curve of her ass. His tongue brushed her skin. She shivered.

Clothes came off fast after that. No hesitation. Just pure heat.

She fell back onto the bed and pulled him down with her. Their bodies touched everywhere. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His hand slipped between her thighs.

He paused.

“You’re soaked.”

“I’ve been like this since the balcony.”

He looked at her — hair messy, eyes dark, chest rising fast.

“You sure?”

“I want you,” she said. “Now.”

He kissed her hard, lined himself up, and slid in slowly. She gasped. He held her face in one hand, watching every reaction. Her fingers gripped his back. Her legs pulled him in tighter.

“You feel...” she started, but never finished the sentence. Her moan said the rest.

He started moving, steady at first, then faster. Her hips lifted to meet him. Her breathing turned to gasps. Their bodies moved together without thinking.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said roughly into her ear.

“All yours,” she whispered.

They switched. She climbed on top. His hands ran over her ass, her back, her thighs. He couldn’t hold everything — she was full everywhere. She rode him hard, her chest bouncing with every movement. He stared at her, completely overwhelmed.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

She leaned down and kissed him, moaning into his mouth.

Then he flipped her again, hands grabbing her hips, thrusting deeper now. Her voice got louder, her nails digging into the sheets. Sweat ran down his back. Her legs shook around him.

Everything blurred — breath, sound, skin, speed — until they both lost it.

They stayed still for a second, breathing, not talking.

Then he rolled onto his back beside her, arm brushing her skin. Her body was trembling slightly. Her chest red. Her inner thighs marked. Her ass — full and soft — had light handprints from earlier. She looked used, but calm. Wrecked, but safe.

“You okay?” he asked.

She turned to him and nodded, quiet. “Yeah.”

He touched her chest softly. Not grabbing now — just tracing the skin.

“I meant what I said.”

She opened her eyes. “What?”

“You’re mine.”

She gave him a small smile. “Don’t make it more than it is.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. But I know what I felt. That wasn’t nothing.”

She didn’t argue. She let him pull her in.

They stayed like that for a while, silent.

Her head on his chest. His hand in her hair. Legs tangled. Their bodies still warm.

Eventually, her breathing slowed, and she fell asleep. Bare. Relaxed. Skin still glowing.