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Chapter twenty-two

Chris

H alfway through a deep, shaking morning stretch, I freeze. Anna is still asleep next to me.

Mine.

It’s the first word that pops into my head.

Curled up into a little ball with the sleeping bag twisted around her, the curve of her breasts visible beneath the fabric. Her jaw is relaxed, her forehead smooth in the weak morning light that filters through the tent. All that thick hair is splayed out over her pillow, and I can smell notes of her shampoo mixed with the smoky scent of campfire. Last night was beyond good. All day I’d told myself I’d give her a gentle, sweet first time if she was ready. I tried to hold back. But Anna moaned so fiercely and wouldn’t stay still. Her begging destroyed my resolve. I hope my filthy mouth hasn't freaked her out. How will she feel today? I will my dick to chill out at the thought of round two. We have a whole other leg of the hike to do. I sit up, trying to not disturb her, wincing at the biting sound of the zipper.

“Morning,” Anna yawns.

Her gravelly greeting is hot as hell and has me pitching a tent in my sleeping bag.

“Hey, sorry for waking you.”

“I slept like a baby,” she says.

“Me too. Someone tired me out.”

I flop back down into the mess of bedding and pull her to me for a morning kiss.

“Are you gonna make me another fire?”

“I’d love to, but I usually use the stove to boil water to make oatmeal and coffee. That okay?”

“Sounds good. Okay, let me up. Nature is calling. There was no way in hell I was getting up in the middle of the night by myself to pee.”

I shake my head at her. She really was freaked out being out here.

“Just wake me up tonight if you need to. I’ll keep watch. ”

She groans into her pillow, totally embarrassed at the thought, and I laugh, pulling her to me for another kiss.

***

It’s cold enough to see our breath when we set off after breakfast after tearing down our camp. By mid-afternoon, the clear morning air turns unseasonably warm, and we peel off our outer layers as we go.

“Lunch soon?” she asks.

“Hungry?”

“I really worked up an appetite last night.”

She’s been throwing innuendos my way all day, eliminating any doubts over what will be happening tonight.

“Okay, let’s go off the trail a bit.”

We find a spot with a couple of mossy stumps to rest. After unclipping our bags and rolling the tension from our shoulders I slice an orange into neat segments while she spreads crunchy peanut butter and blackberry jam over whole wheat bread. I wipe the sticky juice off the knife on my pants then we dig into our simple meal.

“I freaking love peanut butter.” Anna’s eyes roll in delight, crumbs falling onto her fleece .

By the time she’s halfway through her second sandwich I can’t take listening to her moans of pleasure anymore. I’m jealous of a couple pieces of bread.

“First impressions? Would you do it again?” I ask.

She coughs, eyes watering. “Are you talking about last night?”

I laugh. “No, I mean the trip. Could you see yourself doing stuff like this on a regular basis?”

She pats her chest, sipping some water.

“You know? I think I can. It’s tiring but rewarding. I haven’t even looked at my phone since we left yesterday. I can’t recall the last time I’ve had so much face-to-face interaction with someone who wasn’t a client or Ashlyn.”

Her comment gives me pause. I usually come out here so that I won’t have to talk to people and laugh and joke and interact. Here she is loving it for the opposite reason. It’s interesting that the same activity can yield such a different reward for two people.

She licks sticky jam off her index finger, popping her lips, the motion of her mouth affects me immediately.

“You okay?” she asks, eyes innocent like she doesn’t know what cleaning her fingers off like that does to me.

“Not if you keep sucking on your fingers like that.”

“Oh?” She moves to clean her thumb, pink tongue swirling for a moment. “Is it bothering you? ”

More like making me hot and bothered. My pants feel a size too small as I throb against my zipper and picture her opening that mouth a lot wider to stretch around me.

I lean in, lowering my voice even though there’s nobody else to hear. “You just wait until I get that tent set up tonight and then I’ll give you something to do with that mouth.”

She grips my hard dick through my pants and my mouth goes dry while my heart hammers so hard she might see it through my fleece.

“But that’s hours away,” she says, toying with my button before popping it open.

Before I can tell her that she doesn’t need to do this right here, right now, she’s slipped from her spot next to me to leaves crunching beneath her knees. I struggled to control my breathing at the sight of her pulling down my zipper. Before I can lift my ass to help work my pants and underwear down, she’s pulling me out of the opening in my boxer briefs.

“Fuck, Anna.”

She grins up at me, hair shining in the afternoon light as she leans in to place a firm kiss to the tip of my cock that makes my dick jump.

She startles at the sight.

“That means I like it. ”

“Oh.” She shakes her head at herself. “I might be terrible at this,” she sighs, voice laced with nerves.

Literally impossible.

“You don’t have to do it all.” I shrug and smile down at her. “Or…I can talk you through it?”

Her nod is enthusiastic, a strand of hair falling out of her ponytail and brushing against my swollen head. Bracing her hands on my knees, Anna leans forward with her plush lips barely parted and kisses it. The sweet as fuck gesture resonates in my heart just as much as it does my dick. Eyes round and full of expectance, she glances up and I remember I’m supposed to be helping.

“Uh, grab me around the base.”

I suck in a breath as she does just that. Her right hand looks small and perfect holding onto me.

Telling her what to do, telling her what I want, is so damn different. A firm squeeze spurs me on to continue my instructions.

“Lick it, Anna.”

I expect a tentative dart of her tongue, but what she gives me is a generous lick more fitted for a melting ice cream cone. When she moans, my head falls back, the tree canopy opening above me like a tunnel to the sky. No, scratch that. Heaven. Her hot tongue is glorious. Each spot she licks cools quickly in the damp coastal air before she warms it all over again.

My voice is strained. “Take it in your mouth now.”

My breaths quicken, fingers biting into the rough bark beneath my palms. Readjusting her grip, she leans in closer and then I’m in her hot little mouth. I want to stay here forever, but I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps staring up at me with heat in those hazel eyes.

“Oh, fuck ,” I grit out. “Fuck, Anna, that mouth.”

She smiles. Smiles while full of my painfully hard cock and before I realize it my right hand is full of her messy ponytail.

“Now move. Move up and down it.”

She whimpers then gets to work, taking a couple inches of my length before sliding back up with the tip with solid suction that I swear reaches my balls. The air is filled with my laboured breathing and her soft moans. Anna’s cheeks are pink as she bobs up and down on me. It’s too damn easy to remember what it was like to slip into her tight heat for the first time last night. Shit, I’ll be Anna’s first everything if she’ll let me.

“Like that, like that.”

The slick friction of her tongue and vibrations running though her lips every time she moans propel me toward release. She fidgets on her knees and the thought of her being slick in her panties draws my balls up. No doubt she’s already had a taste of the saltiness slowly leaking from my swollen tip.

I’m panting, abs tight. “I’m gonna come soon.”

Her eyes stretch wide, the bright sun shrinking her pupils. A shiver runs down my spine, overtaking me with pleasure.

“Now. Now, Annie.”

I give her hair a tug and she pops off my cock, replacing her mouth with her hand to jerk me through it. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots out of me, falling onto the forest floor between us.

“Wow,” she murmurs.

I have to agree with the sentiment. It feels fucking primal to leave my cum in the dirt. A visual representation of the orgasm she wrung from my body. I tuck my semi-hard cock away and scoot my pants back over my ass before hauling her up to standing. Walking her backwards, we stop when her back hits the trunk of a cedar. Her lips are hot, still wet, as I take her mouth in a slow, filthy kiss laced with subtle saltiness. My head is spinning from the orgasm she gave me. She wraps a leg around my upper thigh, practically humping my leg and moaning into my mouth when she finds some friction .

“You wanna show me how wet sucking me off made you?”

She whimpers at my dirty mouth. “Please.”

I tug her away from the tree far enough to work her leggings down over her ass. I’m rewarded as I swipe my fingers through her slit. Like I thought, Anna is soaked, and when I massage her with my open palm she moans and lifts her arms to steady herself on my shoulders.

“What am I gonna do with you?” I whisper against her ear.

“I need, I need—”

“Shh,” I soothe her with a soft kiss. “Are you sore?”

Her fingers dig into my biceps. “No.”

As soon as the word leaves her lips, I ease a finger inside her pussy. She gasps and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“You’re getting me hard again.”

“Oh my God.” She lifts that same leg around my hip, giving me better access.

Working my finger inside her heat, I press the heel of my hand against her clit and murmur encouragement in her ear.

“I can talk you through this too. How does that sound?”

She nods, her soft cheek scraping against my stubble .

“You did so good sucking me off, Annie. Now you just need to enjoy my finger inside you.”

She’s tightening around me and now I’m totally hard again. That can wait for tonight.

“Here’s another finger for you.” I slip them smoothly inside and press firmly against her G-spot.

She goes practically limp against me, pinned between the bark and my body.

“I’ve got you. You don’t have to even worry about standing, Anna. Taking this orgasm from my hand is all you need to think about it.”

“Chris,” she gasps.

“Good girl. I can feel it. It’s right there.”

She cries out as she squeezes my fingers, and I refuse to let up until I know she’s all the way through it.

“When we set up camp I’m taking this pussy again,” I growl against her ear.

She laughs, the euphoria going to her head. Our tired legs give out on us, and I lower us to the ground as gracefully as possible, cupping her head. On our sides in the crunching leaves she combs her hand through my hair over my ear.

“I think I really love hiking.”

“Me too, Annie. I really love hiking too. ”

But the adoring look and contented smile on her face gives me the tiniest hope that maybe she could love me too.