Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
He takes all my craziness as an invitation to go harder, which I’m so happy that he did. He ruts into me again and again, and I meet him with the same gusto, my legs wrapping around his hips and urging him to give me even more if he has it.
The sensational bliss inside me pushes me to my limits as I keep trying to meet him. It’s getting so hard, as everything is so damn intense. I’m a murmuring little mess, and it makes him smile.
“You’re such a little vixen,” he pants, a small sign that I’m matching everything he’s doing to me.
We’re becoming hotter, and I’m holding on, although I don’t know how much longer that I can hold on. I’m whipping to and fro, doing everything I can to keep up.
I’m not alone. He’s right there with me, approaching his orgasm, and ready to give me his all.
“Where do you want me?”
“Huh?” I drone, trembling, trying to keep it together.
“Where should I come?”
My mind is in a rush. I want all of him, and I mean every bit of it.
But I want him.
Completely.
“Inside. Give it to me. All of it.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
One more stroke, one more thrust. It’s all it takes to send me screaming over the line. My vision blurs white, my entire body trembling as my orgasm explodes, spreading through my entire body and leaving me moaning for him, our desire echoing through the mountains that surround us, and I don’t care if anyone hears my desire for him.
At the height of my lust, I feel him inside me. Shuddering, sputtering, pulsing with need and lust for me, filling me with each and every bit of that heat.
He holds me close. I hold him tight. We savor every single microsecond, not wanting this serene moment to ever end.
After what feels like an eternity, he tenderly kisses me. “You’re wonderful. Beautiful. The best I’ve ever had.”
“And you’re the sweetest and most wonderful man I ever met,” I whisper back. “And yes, also the best I ever had.”
“I know,” he says with a laugh. He could see my naïveté from a mile away.
Soon he slips out of me and nuzzles me closely with another kiss. “The night’s falling. I brought camping supplies just in case. You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”
I shake my head. “Hannah doesn’t need me for days.”
“Good. Then what do you think of sleeping out under the night sky?”
I smirk his way. “With you? Absolutely.”
Hawk goes to start a fire. We did bring some food along, and we were sure to have extra just in case our trip for whatever reason went longer than we intended.
I pull myself up, my legs weak, trembling. I don’t think I would have liked continuing to hike any longer, not with what we just did. I dig into my bag and pull out a wet wipe or two, and dab at my brow to wipe off the sweat.
I then move it between my legs. I feel his heat leaking out of me, and the mess of our tryst.
I made a mistake during the height of my ecstasy. I’m not on anything that would have made going that far a good idea.
I glance over at Hawk as he’s working. That call of mine was a mistake. I shouldn’t have been so reckless.
But for once I don’t let it eat at me. It was wonderful. It was exciting, electric, and intoxicating.
Most importantly, though?
It was my mistake. My decision.
When you don’t get to make too many of them, you savor even the bad ones.
FIVE
hawk
The fire gets going good and hot. I had gathered a few extra bits of firewood from the forest around us, being careful not to get stabbed in the dick when doing so. Given the night’s still young, and what we’d just done, I didn’t see a terrible lot of reason to get fully redressed.
Lavender is next to me by the fire, a blanket over her and nothing else. We’re eating some tightly packed sandwiches from our bags. I had considered maybe showing off my hunting skills and bagging some sort of small prey for the night, but that seems to be a tad excessive. Most of what’s around here is deer, elk, and squirrels. The former two would require a lot of work, and the later really isn’t all that good flavor-wise. There’s a reason you never see grocery stores selling fresh ground squirrel.
I could tell Lavender is already impressed more than enough with me, and sometimes it’s better just to stop when you’re ahead. She already thinks I’m the manliest man to ever do manly things, so adding to that is simply overkill.
“What do you got there, anyway?”
“Just some peanut butter and jelly,” she says, chewing through another bite.
“Keeping it basic, huh?”