“Don’t stop,” I beg for the millionth time.
Curses fall out of his mouth, praises about my body, how much I turn him on. And then he details what he’s going to do to me for the rest of the trip.
There’s no promise of the future beyond these couple of days and I’m okay with that. It’s all about getting each other out of our systems. Then maybe all the serious stuff will disappear and we can go back to our simple arrangement.
My second climax comes fast and hard, and I fall over that imaginary cliff. He watches me for a second before his lips fall to mine and his tongue slides inside. The taste of myself on his tongue only turns me on more. Noah doesn’t stop kissing me with every ounce of passion he has until he tenses and stops thrusting, coming with a low groan.
He kisses me slowly and bites my bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue and sliding it back in my mouth. We lie like that until he grows soft inside me.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he confesses, withdrawing completely and opening up the tent to dispose of the condom.
I’m not sure what he does with it, but I love that he comes back to me, takes both sleeping bags and zips them together, and we crawl inside. His fingers graze my skin. Eventually the exhaustion of fighting our feelings and the release of the sexual tension get the best of us, and sleep comes.
I can tellthat the sky is a little dimmer when I wake, though not dark since it’s summer. The spot next to me is empty and I can see the fire blazing outside through the tent walls. I grab my shirt and pants, sans bra and panties, unzip the tent, and crawl out.
Noah’s there, snuggled in a sweatshirt with his pants on. It looks like he’s preparing something over the fire. He looks back at me over his shoulder and smiles. “You’re up.”
“You shouldn’t have let me sleep that long.”
There’s a large log next to the fire now and I wonder how long he’s been up. I sit on it and run my hands over my arms.
He stops what he’s doing, tears off his sweatshirt, and hands it to me. “Here.”
“Oh, I can get—”
“It’s fine. I’m warm anyway.”
It’s not warm per se and it’s not cold either, but I run a little on the cold side usually. I put on his sweatshirt that smells just like his soap and I love the way it drapes over me. “Are you making dinner?”
“I am. I caught a fish. You okay with that?”
I nod. “I can’t believe you’ve been so busy while I’ve been sleeping. I feel incredibly guilty.”
He kisses my temple. “Truth?”
“Yeah.”
“I like taking care of you. Will you let me?”
I can’t help but give him a goofy grin. “Okay. I kind of like you taking care of me too.”
He slides closer to me and his free hand slides around my back, rubbing my hip. “So am I out of your system yet?”
“Since I want to straddle you right now? I’d say no.”
He chuckles so deep that it echoes through the night air. “Good, because I want to ditch the fish and have you for dinner.”
I sigh. “We’re in trouble. You realize that, right?”
He laughs again. “I seem to be out of fucks. All I want is to have you over and over again.”
“Well then.” I strip off his sweatshirt, placing it on the log. I pick up the metal thing he’s cooking the fish with and lay it so it’s no longer in the flames. Then I straddle his lap. His hands rest on my hips. “Let’s delay dinner a bit.”
His hard length pressing against my core says he’s on board.
I lean in closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Truth?”
“Yeah.”