Page 53 of Unhurried Hearts

Chris

Halfway through a deep, shaking morning stretch, I freeze. Anna is still asleep next to me.

Mine.

It’s the first word that pops into my head.

Curled up into a little ball with the sleeping bag twisted around her, the curve of her breasts visible beneath the fabric. Her jaw is relaxed, her forehead smooth in the weak morning light that filters through the tent. All that thick hair is splayed out over her pillow, and I can smell notes of her shampoo mixed with the smoky scent of campfire. Last night was beyond good. All day I’d told myself I’d give her a gentle, sweet first time if she was ready. I triedto hold back. But Anna moaned so fiercely and wouldn’t stay still. Her begging destroyed my resolve. I hope my filthy mouth hasn't freaked her out. How will she feel today? I will my dick to chill out at the thought of round two. We have a whole other leg of the hike to do. I sit up, trying to not disturb her, wincing at the biting sound of the zipper.

“Morning,” Anna yawns.

Her gravelly greeting is hot as hell and has me pitching a tent in my sleeping bag.

“Hey, sorry for waking you.”

“I slept like a baby,” she says.

“Me too. Someone tired me out.”

I flop back down into the mess of bedding and pull her to me for a morning kiss.

“Are you gonna make me another fire?”

“I’d love to, but I usually use the stove to boil water to make oatmeal and coffee. That okay?”

“Sounds good. Okay, let me up. Nature is calling. There was no way in hell I was getting up in the middle of the night by myself to pee.”

I shake my head at her. She really was freaked out being out here.

“Just wake me up tonight if you need to. I’ll keep watch.”

She groans into her pillow, totally embarrassed at the thought, and I laugh, pulling her to me for another kiss.

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It’s cold enough to see our breath when we set off after breakfast after tearing down our camp. By mid-afternoon, the clear morning air turns unseasonably warm, and we peel off our outer layers as we go.

“Lunch soon?” she asks.

“Hungry?”

“I really worked up an appetite last night.”

She’s been throwing innuendos my way all day, eliminating any doubts over what will be happening tonight.

“Okay, let’s go off the trail a bit.”

We find a spot with a couple of mossy stumps to rest. After unclipping our bags and rolling the tension from our shoulders I slice an orange into neat segments while she spreads crunchy peanut butter and blackberry jam over whole wheat bread. I wipe the sticky juice off the knife on my pants then we dig into our simple meal.

“I freaking love peanut butter.” Anna’s eyes roll in delight, crumbs falling onto her fleece.

By the time she’s halfway through her second sandwich I can’t take listening to her moans of pleasure anymore. I’m jealous of a couple pieces of bread.

“First impressions? Would you do it again?” I ask.

She coughs, eyes watering. “Are you talking about last night?”

I laugh. “No, I mean the trip. Could you see yourself doing stuff like this on a regular basis?”

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