Page 19 of Waiting for You (Balsam Cliffs #3)

When I put the containers back into the basket I see an old polaroid camera. But not just any polaroid camera, it’s the same one we had back then. The only photos we have together are from this Polaroid.

“You kept it?”

“Of course I did. I thought you would enjoy having it again.”

Pulling the camera out, I snap a picture of Hunter leaned back, relaxed. A vision of the boy I once loved lurks below the man that sits before me now.

He gives me a lopsided grin and pulls out the last container.

“I asked Vi for this specifically.” He reveals a caramel apple board. My favorite fall treat.

“This looks amazing. I’ll have to get her to cook for me everyday. But then I’d need some more cardio.”

“I think I could help with that.” He winks.

The moment is broken by a log falling into the fire, popping and sending embers into the sky.

Hunt sweeps an apple slice through the homemade caramel. “What’ll it be?”

Holding out the container, I lean over and peek at my options. She has crushed cashews, m&ms, white chocolate chips, and rainbow sprinkles.

“Chocolate chips, please?”

He dips the sticky end of the apple into the container. He then puts the candied slice to my lips. Letting them part slightly he slips the apple into my mouth. This is way sexier than it should be. I chew slowly, never breaking eye contact with him.

Taking another slice I dip it in the caramel just as he did. Instead of asking what he’d like, I run the caramel over his lips.

His eyes widen as I lean forward licking at his bottom lip. I settle in his lap, straddling his outspread legs. This time I suck his upper lip into my mouth, cleaning every last drop of caramel.

The apples are long forgotten in the sand when he flips me onto my back hovering over me. He runs his finger over my throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive spots.

“Hunter,” I choke out.

“Yeah, Peach?”

I lift my hips to make contact with his hardening cock. “I need you.”

“Anything for you.”

He pulls my leggings and panties down my legs.

Removing my shoes he’s able to pull them off all the way.

Swiping his finger through the caramel once more he returns to me, throwing one leg over his shoulder.

He swipes at my clit with the sweet sauce.

His mouth covers my clit a moment later.

His tongue has my hips bucking into his face.

Using his hands he grips my ass pushing into him further.

His tongue nips, licks and sucks until I’m on the edge and he pulls away.

“What are you doing?” I look up to see a devilish grin on his face.

I’ll be damned if he has control tonight.

Dropping my leg off his shoulder I roll him underneath me. Swiftly undoing his belt and zipper. Pulling his pants down to his ankles, his cock is bulging through his boxer briefs. Slipping my fingers into the waistband I slip those down to join his pants at his ankles.

Situating myself, I grab the container of caramel and drip it over the tip of his cock.

“Peach, you don’t have to do this, this is for you not me.” His wide eyes convey a different story though.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think this was just for you? Silly boy.”

He gulps loudly as I swing around, dropping my pussy inches above his face. When my lips wrap around his cock covered in sticky sugar, he gets the hint.

I lick around his cock holding him in my mouth and swallowing down the caramel. He twitches every time I swallow, bringing his tip to the back of my throat.

“Shit, Eve. I forgot how fucking good you are.”

I don’t want his praise. I want his tongue. “Less talking,” I murmur around him.

“Yes ma’am.” He brings his mouth to my pussy and it gets infinitely harder to focus on what I’m doing.

When he puts two fingers into me along with his tongue working my clit, I slide my mouth all the way down to his base, cradling his balls in my hand. I give them a gentle tug.

He hums his appreciation, sending vibrations through my bundle of sensitive nerves. My knuckles are white from gripping the blanket in the sand. My orgasm is coming fast and hard. My pussy starts pulsing as I deep throat his cock.

“Eve. Stop if you don’t—” I grip him tightly, following my mouth. “Fuck. Come with me, Peach.”

So I do. I squeeze my eyes tight as I swallow every last drop of his orgasm and he does the same.

When we both come down off the double orgasm high, he lifts me and spins me around straddling his lap once again. Sliding his hands under my shirt he strips off the jacket and the tee in one movement.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I want to remember this moment forever.” He reaches into the basket pulling out the polaroid and snapping a photo of me.

The image pops out of the camera and he waves it in the air. My silhouette is lit by the fire burning behind me.

“Yup. Fucking perfection.” He kisses me, deep with need still.

His cock hardens under me already as he looks at the photo. A darkness takes over his eyes and he looks like he’s about to devour me.

“Let’s go. I have ideas.” He pats my ass to make me stand.

“What about everything else?” I ask, grabbing at my pants and trying to get them on as he hops around doing the same.

Tossing a bucket of sand on the fire, putting it out, he wraps up the blanket with everything inside of it and tosses it in the basket. The camera swings around his shoulder.

“Done. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and runs with me back to his cottage.

As soon as we get back to the house he drops everything on the porch and whips open the door. He hands me the camera and scoops me up running back to the bedroom.