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She giggles when I turn her around abruptly and push her down on her back. Her breath catches when I push her shirt and bra up, exposing her to the open air. “Your nipples love the forest too,” I tease.
“They’re coming off a little desperate for attention, aren’t they?”
“Poor things have been neglected.”
All laughter and teasing stops when I suck her hard nipple between my lips. I love the way she responds to me. The little breaths she takes, and the way her hands runs over my body as I kiss her lips, her neck, her belly.
Her eyes widen when I unbutton her jeans, and she lifts up so I can slide them and her panties down to her ankles. With her feet together, I bend her knees, push her legs apart, and lie between them. Her ankles are trapped in her clothes and under me. She’s bared to me, wide open.
“Layton,” she whispers, her cheeks glowing, when I take a moment to stare at what’s before me.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Her groan echoes around us at the first touch of my tongue, and I spend the long, fall evening slowly driving her insane. As she moans her orgasm into the trees and fading light, I know one thing for certain.
I’m so in love with this woman.
Chapter Twenty
Kelly
I’m aware that I don’t have any basis for comparison, but I don’t care. Layton is the best vagina licker in the world. I should get him a mug or a tee shirt that reflects that.
A sudden cold spot on my stomach brings me back to reality. My first thought was it must be starting to rain, but no.
Freezing in place, still naked, I utter. “Uh…Layton?”
His gaze rolls up my body and the lustful expression on his face shifts into amusement. Then laughter.
“Get it!” I squeal, smacking at him.
His entire body quaking, he reaches and scoops up the tiny green frog that has managed to hop onto my navel and sets it on the ground.
“It’s not that funny.” My words would be more convincing if I wasn’t trying not to laugh. “I don’t like frogs.”
“Well, he seemed to like you.”
Dark is fast approaching. I waste no time getting dressed, and Layton leads us back down the trail. Before we get to the others, I need to ask him something. “Did you bring condoms?”
Pausing like it’s a loaded question, his answer is spoken slowly. “Would it make me seem horribly presumptive if I said I did?”
“No, I thought…I mean if you want to.” I can feel my cheeks heat when I look up at him. “Tonight, I’d like to check another first off of my list, other than camping with a boyfriend.” The thought of losing my virginity in a tent on a camping trip is alluring.
He wraps his arms around me, kissing me in the deep, slow way that always drives me crazy. “I love you,” he says, and I’m so stunned I blink, staring at him.
“You do?” Genius, Kelly. Freaking amazing way to answer the man who just said I love you.
His grin tells me he isn’t perturbed. “Yes, I do.”
I slam my lips into his, desperately trying to convey how I feel before I pull back. “I love you, too.”
We both hit the showers when we get back, then have dinner with everyone. The next few hours are the slowest of my life. The entire time we’re sitting around the campfire, listening to music, laughing, and talking with his friends, all I can think about is what I’ll soon be doing. What we’ll soon be doing to each other.
Finally, everyone excuses themselves, and we crawl into our tent. The pile of sleeping bags and blankets are warm and comfortable, but I’m thrilled that the top of the tent is transparent. It lets in the moonlight and provides a view of the night sky, heavy with stars.
Layton undresses first, then pulls my shirt over my head. We can see each other clearer than I expected but I don’t feel self-conscious with him. All I see in his eyes as he undresses me completely is love.
He goes so slow, kissing and caressing every inch of my body so many times my skin sings with electricity. I’m desperate for him inside me, but the feel of his cock in my hand also leads me to desire another first experience.