Page 51 of Unhurried Hearts

When he slips his arm around me and gets a handful of my bare breast he inhales sharply. “You’re already naked!”

“That’s kind of necessary, don’t you think? Which one of us is the virgin here?” I poke him in the ribs through his fleece. “Would you please follow suit?”

After some more swearing and jostling, he slides into my sleeping bag and lays his naked body over mine. The heat that emanates from him feels glorious. His weight is a calming presence, and the tense muscles in my shoulders and back ease as I sink into the sleeping bag and mat.

“Are you still scared?” he asks.

I don’t know if he’s asking about the owl, the intermittent crack of twigs in the forest, the pitch black, or the fact that, in all likelihood, he’s about to take my virginity.

“Yes,” I answer, because that’s the truth.

At this moment, all of those things weigh on my mind.

He places the glow stick in a mesh pocket on his side of the tent and lowers himself next to me, initiating a kiss that makes me forget all about the sounds beyond our hideaway. My hands meander down his abs, enjoying the way they rise and fall, hooking my top leg over his thick thigh to entangle our bodies. When my fingers reach the place where his hair thickens, I wrap my hand around his erection like he showed me. I whimper at the way he feels. Hot and heavy in my small hand. A part of the humanbody that holds so much power, and yet, I feel like the powerful one for touching it. I jerk him, hard and fast like we’d done before, but he stops me after a few strokes.

“Not like that this time. This night is about you, okay?”

“Can it be about us?” The question escapes without thinking.

Describing Chris and I as us would feel foreign on any day before this.

“Sure. I’d like that a lot. But you come first, okay?”

And then he paves a path of kisses down my torso, dragging his tongue and open mouth across my skin. He gives each of my breasts his thorough attention, kneading my lush skin and sucking my pebbled nipples. Wetness forms between my legs. When he finds his way to my pussy, gently prying my trembling thighs apart for better access, he discovers how truly ready I am. He moans in what sounds like appreciation before devouring parts of me I didn’t know could be consumed. Tender at first, the whisper of his breath over my bare lips. But then his fingers run down my seam, followed by his nose, and lastly his tongue which parts my swollen slit.

“Fuck, I love looking at this pretty pussy,” Chris rasps from between my legs.“You can barely see it.”

“No. But I can taste it,” he says, taking a long lick of me.

Our eyes are adjusting, the glow stick casting enough light to see our bodies bathed in cool light. An icy stir of night air sweeps across my sensitive flesh. Then the coldness is gone, replaced by moist heat. A wave of warmth I know won’t cease until I come washes over me. I grip the feathery sleeping bags, clutch at his hair, hold fast to anything to anchor me as Chris licks me higher and higher. When he slipped a finger inside my soaked pussy, I let go of everything, my hands falling slack at my sides, surrendering to the orgasm that consumes my body. As I come down, he slows his licks then purses his lips around my clit, sucking me softly through the waves of pleasure. When alone, I’ve always felt satisfied from a single orgasm. As Chris removes his mouth and finger, though, yearning rips through me.

“Chris,” I moan, “I want more.”

“You want me to do it again?”

His head sinks back down, fading as he inches further from the blue light.

“No.” I tug at his hair. “I’m ready for you.”

And then he’s over me, corded forearms bracketing my head, one side of his face illuminated, warm brown eyes dark with lust. Urgency overtakes me again when I see his expression and feel the weight of his arousal on my trembling thigh.

“Okay,” he agrees, brushing some hair off my face.

This time when I hear the sound of something tearing open, I know what it is. My heart sings a little at the thought of him preparing everything so carefully before bed. The glow stick in case I was frightened, protection so we won’t have to fumble around. Secretly, I’m sad there will be something between us.

How many times have I pictured this moment? Never did I envision it would be in the middle of a fall forest with a man this searingly hot. With someone who confessed they’re crazy about me. Chris runs a finger along my jaw, down my neck, trailing it lower until he reaches my hip and rolls me away from him so I’m facing my side of the tent. He settles behind me, hard cock pressed against my lower back.

“I can’t believe that I get to do this for you, Anna. Tobethis for you.”

He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat. Giving attention to the spot behind my ear that makes me shiver and arch into him. Chris matches the pressure of my hips and when he grinds himself against my ass his heady groan vibrates along my back.

“Jesus,” he swears. “You feel so good and I’m not even inside youyet.”

His words send a jolt of energy to my belly. Every masculine noise I draw out from him winds me up tighter. I’m vaguely aware of him shifting, adjusting his length so that instead of pressing against my tailbone his erection slips between my thighs, nestling next to my slick lips. My breath hitches at the idea of him being so tantalisingly close to filling me.

“Here we go, Annie.”

The way he says it, the words he chose, make me feel like we’re embarking on a journey together, an expedition within the one we’re already on.

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