Page 8 of Their Rustic Retreat

“Just saying, most girls prefer beds.”

“I live in my parents’ house, Tristian. It’s not as private as I would hope it to be.”

He laughs and kisses me again. You’d think that it wouldn’t be as good as the first, but it’s somehow better. His hands curl around my ass, holding me steady.

I run my hands down his chest, slowly undoing that button-up shirt of his. There’s only some light hair on his chest, and a lot of his tattoos continue down his torso. I make a mental note to maybe ask him about them at some point.

Deeper down I go, feeling the muscles and contours of his body. It feels delightful under the tips of my fingers.

Tristian is equally as interested in me, stripping me of my own flannel shirt, teasing my tits a little through my bra. I’m not dressed like I would be if I wanted a hot date, but really, I don’t think Tristian cares. He wants me naked, not giving a rat’s ass about my fashion sense, or lack thereof.

I unhook my bra, and let it fall to my feet. Tristian takes a look at me with a smile of approval. It takes a load off that he’s the first man to ever see them since there’s been anything worth seeing.

His kisses are his stamp of approval. From my lips, to my cheeks, to my neck, to my chest, he leans down and shows them some love, the warmth of his licks pumping my adrenaline, and making my desire for him all the more intense. His hands continue to explore my curves, massaging me as he goes, traveling farther down my body, the heat of bliss following in their wake.

I unbutton my shorts to hurry him along. Call it the impatience of youth, but when I want something, I want right then and there, not waiting a minute longer than I need to.

Our clothes are forming a little bed beneath us, and luckily this plateau has soft grass to begin with. I’m not all that experienced when it comes to the more intimate aspects of love, but I’m not that much of an idiot that I want me and Tristian rolling around on a bunch of jagged rocks like you’d find in some areas of the woods. It isn’t a five-star luxury hotel, but it’ll definitely do.

Without denim in the way, his fingers are electric. Over my ass, then between my legs, poking the fabric against my folds as he goes. It tickles me so delightfully, and I gasp silently from his touch, and he lays it on thicker, finding my clit easily and teasing it so beautifully.

I want him as bare as I am. I frustratedly pull at his jeans, and he awkwardly has to stop for a moment to oblige my request to kick off his boots before he can take off his pants. The, uh, artistic depictions I’ve viewed of such things always left that part out, because I guess they break up the action. For us? It is just the two of us being goofs, giggling with delight, and anticipating what is to come.

Our clothes are a heap below us, in the dirt. I’m sure this will be a bit of a mess we’ll have to clean up later, but in the moment, they’re problems for the future Tristian and Serena. The current Tristian and Serena only want one thing, and that’s one another.

With his jeans off, I see the bulge in his boxers, and sheepishly, I move to grab it, surprised by how warm it is in my hands. How hard it is, too, for that matter. He throbs in my grip, and I see him shudder beneath my touch, the intensity of his desire for me, quite impressive. I stroke him, liking the feeling, and the strange sense of power I have with him in my fingers.

He likes it, too.

Tristian shuffles his boxers down his legs, and I join him in wanting to be free of the last of our clothes. When we’re both as naked as nature intended, I jump up into his arms, his strong arms easily catching me and holding me very close, and our lips meet again.

He holds me tight as he guides me down to the ground, laying me softly on the makeshift bed beneath us. His rough hand graces my form, sliding down my body, urging me to spread my legs for him. I’m fully on board with whatever he wants to do, because I assume he has more experience.

And if he’s a virgin too?

Damn, I’m in for something really special once we get to know one another more.

I doubt he is, though. But his experience, right now, is all for me. All of his dedication and love is mine.

And I’m starting to feel like I never want to let it go.

Those stubbly cheeks of his slide against my abdomen, to my thighs, as his skilled lips lay a kiss on my clit, and I feel incredible intensity. His tongue licks his lips before he licks me, the path of lust beginning on my thighs and mound before zeroing in on the folds of my pussy. His fingers are giving me a gentle, loving touch. He knows more than to treat someone like me roughly.

Although maybe I’d like that at some point down the line.

His tongue lashes do become a bit more powerful, circling me so intensely, getting the fire inside me good and roaring, ready to go. Tristan’s tongue enters me and starts to lick up my juices, and I writhe beneath him as he keeps laying on the pressure. Every lash, a jolt of bliss through me, each building on the last, sending me higher and higher into ecstasy. My body tenses up to deal with the incoming pleasure coming my way.

I run my hands over his buzzed hair, trying to grab hold of something, anything to deal with the intensity that I’m feeling at that moment. It’s the most beautiful sexual feeling I’ve ever felt in my young life, and I’m panting and squirming beneath him.

He looks at me, watching how I’m moaning for him, how I’m murmuring his name. My legs close around his head, wanting to lock him in place, not wanting to give him the choice of stopping.

Tristian generously increases the fervor of eating me out. The highs get higher, and it’s not long before I’m shuddering and struggling to keep myself together through it all. I nibble on my lip as I arch back and cry out.

I can’t take it anymore. The climax hits me, wracks me, claims me. I cry out so loud that my pleasure echoes through the hills. Fire ignites all over my body, my heart pounding against my chest. I'm going wild within.

His licks continue, letting me ride out the bliss, although he does start to slow it down a bit to let me come down from the highest of highs, if only for a moment. The smile on his face shows he’s quite pleased with himself, and truly, he has every right to be.

Tristian rises up my body, coming to plant another kiss on me, a more traditional lips to lips. “You taste as wonderful as I thought you would.”

---