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Slate ran his tongue along her lips. “If that’s what you want, gorgeous.”
“It is.”
That was all she needed to say for him to set his pace. He gave her measured thrusts, touching deep each time, and she wrapped her legs around him. Talia pulled him closer, wanting as much of their skin as possible to touch.
Their combined moans filled the room. Mingling together to make the most delicious music, and she lost track of time. It blended as it often did when he was giving her the most delectable pleasure. She soon felt an orgasm on the brink.
“I’m cumming,” she breathed into the air. “Cum with me.”
He gave her a few more deep thrusts.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pushed in, held himself there, and Talia would swear she could feel each spurt he released in her. He kissed her as he slowly pulled out, and she moaned at the sensation, at the loss. “Don’t fall asleep yet, baby,” he said when he pulled away.
Talia hummed, eyes still closed as she felt him leave the bed. She heard the shower turn on, and a minute later he was back, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. Slate placed her in the shower, and stepped in behind her.
Talia sank deeper into the bathtub. The smell of the honey bath bomb her boyfriend had added, and the hot water cradling her. As always, Slate had worn her out, and exhausted and satisfied her. She hadn’t been expecting a relaxing soak once he’d thoroughly cleaned her in the shower, but she was not complaining about it.
She could hear him moving around in the bedroom and knew he was changing the sheets. She exhaled softly as she tilted her head back. If she wasn’t careful, she knew she could fall asleep there. There was a tired satisfaction, all the way to her bones, and she knew she’d sleep well.
As the water cooled, Slate returned, dressed in a pair of boxers.
“Let’s get you out, baby.”
Talia pulled the plug and stood as he opened a large towel. He wrapped it around her and helped her out of the bathtub beforedrying her off. He carried her back into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. Her moisturizer, a pair of panties, and one of his T-shirts were waiting for her.
Slate rubbed the moisturizer into her skin, then helped her dress. She slipped under the comforter, and he got in beside her once he’d turned the lights off. He pulled her into his arms, and Talia settled her head on his chest.
“I love you,” he said, and the effect those words had on her heart was instantaneous. It skipped a beat and felt as if it’d been stuffed full with the warmest emotion.
“I love you, baby,” she responded, placing a kiss on his chest.
Slate held her closer, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.
26
Talia stopped in the middle of their hike as a butterfly fluttered nearby. She’d picked a flower a little way back, and held it out, holding still, hoping to entice the pretty insect to it. She wasn’t sure it would happen, and after a moment, when it did, she turned to Slate.
“Babe, babe, take a picture,” she requested softly, afraid that speaking louder would scare the butterfly off.
Slate gave her an amused smile as he pulled his phone out to do as she requested. When he put his phone away, Talia began walking again, and it was several steps later before it flew off. She slipped her free hand into Slate’s and continued to enjoy the surrounding nature. There were several people out, and Talia knew they had the same idea as they did. To hike before it got too hot out.
She handed the flower she’d picked to Slate and pulled out her phone to take pictures of their surroundings. The foliage around them was full and colorful, and Talia had taken to documenting their time together.
They hiked for another thirty minutes before turning and heading back the way they came. An hour later they were back at the cabin. Talia lay across the couch, and Slate leaned down and kissed her.
“How do you feel about quesadillas for lunch, baby?” Slate asked.
“That sounds good, babe,” she responded. “Do you want some help?” It was only eleven o’clock, but they’d skipped breakfast that morning in favor of hiking before the temperature got too hot for it to be comfortable.
“I got it, gorgeous.”
“Okay. Will you send me the picture you took?” she asked. He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to her before going into the kitchen.
She opened his camera roll and found that he’d taken five pictures, two of her holding the butterfly, and three that were just close-ups of her. She couldn’t help but smile. Talia sent herself the two pictures and then saved them to her phone before going through all the photos she’d taken, and adding the ones she liked to the folder she’d started with pictures of them, and their dates. She deleted the others.
“Babe, do you know where you want to go for dinner tonight?” Talia asked, turning her attention to him.
“I haven’t looked. You want to decide together over lunch?”
