Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she says. “I mean, not for drugging me and kidnapping me, but for sharing all that.”
“I have feelings for you too, Hellie.” I stare into her eyes and pull her against me. “I didn’t say it last night because I was overwhelmed, but I’m telling you now. I feel what you’re feeling.”
She chews her lip. It’s adorable, and sexy, and I’m thrumming with want for her. We’re alone here, sandwiched between two mesas where nobody will find us, and I can’t stand the idea of not kissing her.
“Will this ever be over?” she asks. Her voice is tiny. “Will you ever let me leave?”
“Yes. I will. Our plan is going to work.”
“Okay.” She takes a deep breath and let sit out. “I believe you.”
“Good.” I kiss her gently. Softly at first. Exploring her reaction. She responds with a soft moan and pushes herself against me as the kiss blossoms and blooms.
Tongue her in mouth. Lips on hers. Tasting her, drinking her. I pull her back with me until I’m leaning against a rock wall, her hips on mine. She’s breathing fast as I pull up her top, pull up her sports bra, find her nipples. I kiss them, lick them, bite her neck, bite her lower lip. I fist her hair and lick her teeth, wanting every inch of her body, of her mouth.
“You could at least wait until we got back,” she says, panting as I slip a hand down the front of her yoga pants.
“I don’t think I could wait if I tried.”
“Shit,” she says with a groan as my fingers slide up and down her slit. She’s dripping wet, like I knew she would be.
“You really do like me, don’t you?” I bite her earlobe.
“Like? Are we teenagers now?”
“We are. You like-like me. And I like-like you too. Especially when you’re bent over getting fucked.”
“Oh, now you’re just being filthy.”
“And you love it.” I slide my fingers inside, making her gasp. “Come on, Hellie. Say you like it when I talk dirty.”
“I like it,” she says, giving me that unfocused, needy stare. “I really, really like it.”
I tease her there near the rocks before getting down on my knees, her yoga pants removed, her top tossed aside, until she’s in only her hiking boots. I lick her pussy, making her gasp and shudder, breasts shaking. We’re exposed, in the elements, but this is my world—and I want to share it with her.
“Hellie, my Hellie,” I whisper as I fuck her with my fingers. “My delicious little Hellie. If you scream while you come, do you think anyone will hear?”
“I fucking hope not,” she says, digging her fingers into my hair. “I also don’t care.”
“I didn’t think you would.” I lick and suck her clit faster, fingers sliding in and out. “Go ahead. I want to hear you. Don’t be fucking shy, you filthy girl. Don’t pretend like you’re not my dirty, dirty fucking girl. Come for me.”
“Yes, Erick,” she gasps, back arching. “Fuck you, yes, I’m so close.”
I stroke my fingers in and out faster, faster, licking her clit the whole time, until she finally releases—a beautiful, perfect, slick and lovely release, and I don’t stop until she’s a quivering mess, leaning up against the rocks for support.
I stand, cock hard. Unable to resist her like this, so lovely and vulnerable. I turn her around, running my hands down her flanks.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Hellie, you are truly incredible. You’re perfect for me in a way I never dreamed about.” I grip her hair. I position my cock against her dripping entrance.
“You’re only saying that because you want to get in my pants.” She grins as she leans back against me, my shaft between her legs. She grinds her hips, moving back and forth, and kisses me over her shoulder. “Looks like you don’t need to keep working at it, you know.”
“I’ll never stop working at it.” I push her forward, make her hips arch, and slide myself inside.
I fuck my Hellie. I go deep and feel her, groaning in her ear. If she’s nervous or embarrassed about being in public, out in nature, she doesn’t show it. She’s wild, uninhibited, at least when I’m fucking her, and I love that. She doesn’t hold back, not when it comes to our pleasure.
Her pussy floods with heat. Her core contracts and tightens around my cock. I can’t take it and growl into her ear, more beast than man, as she comes again. I share her orgasm, filling her with my own. It’s intense, heightened by our mutual understanding, by the feelings we can’t escape.
We dress as the darkness rushes toward us. I hold her hand as we walk fast back toward the house. I didn’t get to show her everything—the vistas, the intense loneliness of being in the middle of an enormous space with no other humans in sight—but we can do that another time.