Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Did we just have our first official couples fight?” I asked. “Though it might have been more stern words than an actual fight. Still. What a milestone!”
“Must mean it’s time for makeup sex.” He pushed his muscular thigh between my legs, urging me via the grip of my ass to press against him. My stomach tightened and my nipples hardened. That thick thigh of his flexed against me, making me clench. What a talented man. And he was all mine. He nuzzled my neck, teeth nipping and tongue licking. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. You have no idea how much I’ve missed being inside you this last week and a half. Living with you and not being able to touch you has been torture.”
“It’s a pity we didn’t have this fight where there’s a mattress handy.”
“Just occurred to me that sex is something we could do together that we both enjoy.”
I laughed. “The article that I read about being a successful couple did specify that finding common interests was integral to maintaining a healthy relationship. Though I tend to think they already assumed we were doing it.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” he said, coming up for air. “You good with me putting some shelves in the bathroom?”
“What exactly about dry humping on a hiking trail made you think of that?” I asked, perplexed. “I have to know.”
He just smiled. “They’ll be recessed so they’re neat and tidy and complement the style of the house. Then you’ll have more room for all of your stuff where you can see it. I know you like having it all on display.”
“You want to build shelves for my makeup and skincare?”
“Yeah. Reading the books made me think. Building and fixing things is my love language. Therefore, your home should be as perfect for you as I can make it.”
I pursed my lips and blew out a breath. “You are so getting lucky when we get home.”
“Why wait?” His hands slipped lower, lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around him and tightened my grip on his neck. Which put the hardening ridge of his cock right where I needed it, thank you very much. Then he wandered off the track, through some bushes, and into the wilderness. “There’s bound to be a nice tree back here somewhere.”
“This is not gentle movement.”
“Relax, Princess. The doctor cleared me for all sorts of things.”
“Please do not drop my ass in any poison ivy.”
“Have some trust.” He snorted. “Such a city girl.”
“Like you didn’t already know that.”
With a narrowed gaze, he assessed our surrounds. “That should be far enough from the track. I’m thinking the alder over there will be best. Their bark isn’t as scaly as others.”
“Do you have a tree kink? Just curious.”
He laughed.
“We could go back to the car.”
Leaves and sticks and other assorted natural debris crunched beneath his heavy ass hiking boots. “No. We’re communing with nature.”
“Lars, are we seriously going to fuck in the forest like animals?”
“Absolutely. Call it a late birthday present.”
With my back against a large tree trunk, he covered my mouth with his. His tongue slipped into my mouth and that was all it took. I was down with doing it in the great outdoors. We could have been anywhere as long as his hands stayed on me. The press of his lips on mine. The heat and wetness of his hungry kiss. It was all so good. Apparently, I was fine with frolicking in a forest after all. I simply needed the man that badly. One of his hands stayed curved around my ass while the other skated up my side, under my shirt. Not stopping until he had his palm curved over my breast. And all the while, he grew harder against me.
Clever fingers toyed with my nipple and I gasped. Sensation zapped through me. From my breasts to my core and back again. This was going to be fast and hard if it was happening. And it had to happen.
“Put me down,” I ordered.
He did as told and I immediately started dealing with the buttons on my shorts. Trying to toe off one of my boots at the same time had me almost tripping over. But Lars steadied me, thankfully. Then he grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket and the condom waiting within. Love a man who came prepared. With my shorts and panties hanging off one leg, I was ready. It was just a matter of waiting for Lars to push down his pants and boxer briefs and get sheathed. His dick was long and hard and ready. Strong hands lifted me back into his arms, positioned himself against me, and pushed in with one hard thrust. Forcing the air from my lungs and filling me up to perfection.
It all happened in under a minute. We’d score well if it ever became an Olympic sport. Fast-start fornicating for our great country. Go, team.