Page 80 of Roughing It

She clasps my head, fingers clutching my hair, legs coming off the sides of the tub and locking around my neck. She bucks towards my mouth, urging my fingers and tongue to go deeper inside her.

It’s one of the things I adore most about her. She’s no passive bystander waiting for satisfaction. No, she knows what she wants. And now, released from our game, she tells me what she needs.

“Harder, yes! Right there!”

All the built-up tension in her body explodes in my mouth, and I work her through her climax, prolonging her release as I continue to suck and roll her clit. She shudders and wails, writhing and mewling as she comes down from the high of her orgasm. Ignoring my screaming knees, I pry her thighs from the sides of my head and lift her, guiding her onto my aching cock.

Everything about this moment—the lingering taste of her on my tongue, the pulse of her cunt around my cock, the weight of her in my lap, the press of her skin against mine—overwhelms me.

My head falls back at the sensation of her hot pussy clenching around me. She rocks her hips, pulling me deeper and deeper until we’re flush and as close as two people can be. Her eyes lock on mine, and a fresh round of longing crashes over me as she drops a hand between us, chasing another climax.

She’s a goddess, water running in rivulets along her skin,face flushed in delight, hair plastered to her head in dripping tendrils. I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Each undulation of her shapely body sends shivers through me.

She comes on my cock. The intense surge of her orgasm and the contraction of her innermost muscles sends me over moments later. Her head falls onto my shoulder, and her breath, ragged and gasping, tickles my skin. We sit, clinging to each other under the falling water, mini spasms rippling through our still-joined bodies.

“If I’d known it would be like this, I’d have kissed you the moment we met.”Instead of wasting all those days fighting the pull between us.

She purrs out a laugh. “Who says I’d have let you?”

I press my mouth to her temple and ease my cock out of her before getting us both to our feet. Blakely falls forward, her legs weak, so I hold her against my body, encouraging her to lean on me for support. Without speaking, I grab her shampoo, the same damn shampoo we fought over not so long ago, and squirt a dollop into my hands. I massage her scalp, loving how she melts into my touch. When I finish, she mirrors my actions, scrubbing my head and hair. I hum, amazed at this different kind of closeness, somehow more intimate than anything else we’ve done.

As the last of the suds rinse away, Blakely wraps me in her arms, drawing me forward so my forehead rests against hers. “That was amazing, Bear. I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

“You’re amazing.” I take her chin and lift her face towards mine. “Before that goes to your head, get out of the shower, and let’s start our day.” I turn off the water, wrap her in a towel, and give her ass a slight swat.

“Ouch! That still stings from earlier!” She rubs her cheek and pouts at me.

“Go get dressed, and I’ll make coffee. You’re no good to mewithout it.” She shoots me a withering glare, and I burst out laughing. Shit, I’m addicted to pleasing and teasing her.

Once we’re dressed, we set out. The hike is a fair distance down the mountain, but it’s picturesque, with the green of the pines mixing with the golds of the birch and aspen trees. Sunshine dapples the ground through the leaves, and Blakely’s fingers twine with mine. I’m fucking happy.

I stop when we reach a thicket of Piñon pines, chokecherries, and other shrubs. It’s all a part of attempting to teach Blakely how to recognize safe and poisonous plants.

“I’m doing a quick live spot. In or out?”

“No kissing.”

“I’ll keep my mouth to myself, I promise. But what about groping?” She squeezes my bicep, trailing her fingers over the muscle.

“No groping either… at least not where the camera can see.”

Blakely hugs and kisses me, her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth.

I break the kiss with a swear. “Fuck, if you don’t stop that, you won’t be doing your livestream.”

She brushes a finger against her lips and smiles. Then cracks her neck and rolls her shoulders, flipping that switch that transforms her intoBlakely Bradshaw.

“Good morning, BBs! I hope you enjoyed the sunrise hike we took you on yesterday. If you couldn’t join us, you can check out my recent posts. It’s truly an amazing sight! I’ve been here with Hudson for fifteen days and—I’m really excitedabout this—today, he’s teaching me about foraging. Pretty cool, right?”

Turning to me, she asks, “What plants can we find around here?” Then she pans her camera toward the surrounding trees.

“This time of year, you can forage for chokecherries, elderberries, currants, Piñon pine nuts, rose hips, dandelion greens, and purslane. Mushrooms are another option, but you have to be extra cautious when dealing with them. I wouldn’t recommend it until you’re more comfortable foraging.”

Blakely stares at me like I’m speaking another language—or the way I stare at her when she talks about insights and analytics.

“And I can find all these things here?” She gestures around us, talking to me, but into the camera.

“We’ll have to hike a bit to find everything I mentioned.”

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