Page 93 of Chasing Paradise

“Where are you going?” Wick asked, reaching for me when I tried to slide off his lap.

“It’s light enough to clean up and change,” I said, waving out beyond the waterfall. “I still feel gross,” I added.

“Yeah, same,” he agreed, rummaging in his bag to grab soap as I got my toothbrush and paste.

We each crept out of the cave, stretching and enjoying the warm sun as we headed off in opposite directions, disappearing into the woods for a few moments before making our way back to the water, brushing our teeth, rinsing with water bottles, then each staring at each other as we started to peel off our crusty, muddy clothes.

While my growing desire was more discreet, Wick’s was a lot more demanding of attention, his cock growing thick with each layer of clothing I removed.

And if I wasn’t feeling so gross, I might have reached out, to touch, to tease, to demand the same in turn.

As it was, we both clearly wanted to get clean, dropping down on the green at the edge of the water, slipping our legs in and scrubbing.

“What are the risks of going in this water?” I asked, feeling like I needed the pressure of the water from the falls to get fully clean.

“Moving water is safer, especially waterfalls. There’s still risk, though.”

“What kind of risk are we talking? Are things burrowing up inside me? Am I losing a limb? Or might I just need a course of antibiotics?”

“If you’re just bathing under the falls, keeping it out of your eyes and nose, probably just possible antibiotics.”

“I think I’m taking that risk,” I declared.

“Wait,” he said, going back to get the first aid kit out of his pack. “Let me just smear some petroleum jelly over any cuts you might have. So long as you don’t scrub those areas too much, you should be protected from any nasties getting in through the cuts.”

So then we took turns smearing on the barrier on any tiny scratches or scrapes from head to toe. Which, yeah, wasn’t doing much to help the growing need spreading through my body.

But, all lubed up, we didn’t want to waste the jelly. So we both carefully padded into the water with our soap, sudsed up, then moved under the falls to finally, fully get clean.

My hair and skin were squeaking when I made my way back out of the water, spreading out on the ground to dry off in the sunshine.

Wick came with me, using one of his few clean shirts left to wipe the leftover jelly off my spots, then did the same with his own before leaning back and exhaling hard.

“This has been nice,” he declared, eyes closed.

It had been.

But it could be a lot better.

And the aching between my thighs had only grown with each passing moment.

So I didn’t even think twice about rolling over, then climbing on top of him, his hard length against my belly as my lips pressed into his neck, smelling of the tropical coconut soap that we’d both scrubbed all over ourselves.

A deep rumble moved through Wick at the feel of me.

His hands went around me, sliding down my back to sink into my ass as I teased with my tongue and lips, moving down his neck, then his chest.

His muscles tensed as my tongue traced them on my path downward.

Wick’s hands gathered my wet hair, moving it out of the way so he could watch as I took him into my mouth, sucking down his length as his hips rocked up, making me take him deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair as I moved up and down his length. “Get up here,” he demanded after a few minutes as I moaned at the taste of his desire in my mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he added, pulling my hair harder.

His words, the promise within them, had me moaning around his cock before it slid out of my mouth.

As soon as I was above him again, he leaned up, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, making me throw my head back and whimper.

He worked me with lips, tongue, and teeth before moving across my chest and continuing the sweet torment.

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