Page 26 of Starry Night Kisses

Eric never slows or stops as he buries his face in my hair, quietly moaning as he empties himself inside me. The sounds he makes pulls another hot surge from me.

Fuck, if he sounds like this during such intimate sex, I wonder what he’ll sound like once we get down and dirty.

We lay there, tangled together in a mess of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. Eric manages to stay tucked inside me, careful not to lift his weight, just as I’m careful not to clench my walls and push him out.

Our intentions are clear. I may go back to the city with a UTI when the weekend is over, but Eric is going to stay inside me until he gets hard again, and we can go for another round.

“You’re never going to be able to get rid of me after this, Evelyn,” he whispers against my skin, trailing light kisses up my neck. “I’m obsessed, and I don’t easily give up my obsessions.”

“You already gave me your last name in the heat of the moment.” I drag my nails up his back, delighting in the goosebumps that break out in their wake. “You have no intention of ever letting me go, whether I want it or not,” I tease.

“Is that what you want?” He pulls back,connecting our gazes as his cock jumps inside me. “For me to let you go?”

How is he hard again already?

“No, Eric. That isn’t what I want.” I smooth his hair off his damp forehead before pulling him down for a kiss. When we part, I mirror the devilish grin he’s been flashing me since we met the best I can. “In fact, I dare you to keep me.”

His hips roll against mine, causing my fingers to flex as my nails sink into his skin. “That, baby, is a challenge I gladly accept.”

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Aromatic bacon and the sound of Bagel and Archer’s playful yips rouse me from sleep. Eric’s laughter as he talks to them drifts through the tent’s thin walls, sending a shiver down my body despite how warm the heater kept the enclosed space through the night.

After multiple—and I do meanmultiple—orgasms, Eric and I finally fell asleep what feels like not that long ago. However, the sun is shining high in the sky, signaling that it’s probably late morning. I stretch, my sore limbs and aching muscles groaning in protest.

I haven’t slept with anyone since Jonathan. It’s just been me, my hand, and MGK—my vibrator. Don’t judge. I was going through a phase when I named him, and afterward, it just felt disrespectful to call him anything different.

Eric worked my body harder than it’s been exercised in a long time. That, paired with yesterday'swalk, has my bones screaming in objection to the longer hike we’re going on today.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up, knocking my forehead straight into something hanging mid-air. Eyes flying open in fear of it being a giant spider, I relax when I see it’s a box of Sweethearts—the heart-shaped candies—hanging from a string.

That’s right, it’s Valentine’s Day.

As the box spins, I see writing on it. Beneath the large bubbled ‘Be Mine’letters that cover the yellow heart on the front of the box, Eric has written,

…well, you already are, so I guess I got my gift early.

His script is more elegant than I’d have guessed for a man, while at the same time it’s not surprising at all.

A stupid grin takes over my face as I push my chin into my shoulder, hiding behind both hands as I fall back against the pillows.

Girl, you got it bad.

Since Eric is cooking, I grab my bag and quickly wipe myself with a hygiene wipe. He may have pulled out all the stops to make this camping trip as glamorous as he could for me, but having no shower while having all this sex is something I’ll have to get used to.

I dress quickly in jeans and a regular white shirtwith a black and red flannel before brushing through my curls and spraying the roots with some dry shampoo. Then I check my appearance in the hand-held mirror I brought. Something tells me it doesn’t matter what I look like. Eric won’t care as long as I’m looking at him with adoration and acceptance shining clear in my eyes.

Before I unzip the door, I realize I have morning breath and silently thank him for all the gadgets he brought while rushing over to the mini portable sink to brush my teeth before I go outside.

When I finally exit the tent, awe strikes me as I take in the transformation our campsite has gone through. There are lights in the shape of hearts strung from tree to tree, passing low over the tents and giving off a faint pink glow. The picnic table is decked out in a white tablecloth with pink and red hearts and bright pink disposable utensils. A bottle of champagne is chilling in a red bucket, with two glasses next to a carafe of orange juice.

Bagel bounds over to me with Archer in tow, both sporting bright red bows on their collars. “Good morning, my good boys,” I coo, bending to give them head scratches and pets while they lick my face.

“Down, boys. The only one who gets to lick your mom is me,” Eric jokes, turning from the fire pit to pull me into his arms and kiss the cheek the dogs didn’t slobber on. “Good morning. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Winding my arms around his neck, I press up on my tiptoes and kiss him, my body melting into his. “Good morning. Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for my candies. And for…all this.” I gesture at the decorations. “You really went all out.”

“I told you I was pulling out all the stops.” He grins, returning to what looks like pancakes on the griddle.

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