Page 55 of Squatch Out!
Olivia arches her back, and her cries echo through the quiet forest. Adding my growls to hers, I ease back out before sliding deep once more. A shudder runs through me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from rocking into her too deep or hard.
Her back is padded by moss and pine needles as I slowly fuck her on the forest floor. Her soft keens and breathy pleas urge me on, begging me for more. Until I thrust too hard, and her eyes fly open as she stiffens under me with a yelp.
Shit! Pulling back, I close my eyes and work to calm my heavy breathing. Then I force myself to shift so I’m human again.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I stretch out over her, cradling the sides of her face with my hands and covering her with my body. “Are you alright?”
Her eyes flutter as she stares at me like she doesn’t recognize me. But then she smiles softly. “I’m alright. It was fine; you didn’t have to change.”
I shake my head and capture her lips in a hard kiss as I slip back between her legs. She’s warm and wet, and we both groan as I fill her up. Then, I start a slow stroke.
“You feel so good,” I moan against her lips.
“So do you.”
My arms curl around her so I can hold her against me while our lips and teeth clash. Until she whimpers, “Harder, Sean. Just like that. Faster.”
I butterfly her legs so I can slide even deeper.
“Sean!” she gasps when I hit that spot she loves. “Oh, right there! God, I’m close?—”
I am too. The sound of my hips slapping in time with my thrusts has my balls tightening. Dropping my mouth to the side of her neck, I let out a deep moan as she digs her nails into my back. Olivia holds on to me like I’m her lifeline as her body clenches around me.
My name is a breathy gasp as she arches up and then shivers with her orgasm, and I follow after her. Holding her tighter, pumping my hips in and out before her name leaves my lips with a harsh cry, I fill her over and over again.
Olivia isfast asleep in my arms, in my bed. We’re wrapped tightly in my quilt, and she’s drenched in my scent.
After fucking her in the forest, we barely made it back to my cabin before falling into my bed and fucking again. Slower this time, so we could savor each moment we had.
She fell asleep quickly, but I haven’t slept at all because I don’t want to miss a moment with her, knowing this might be the last time I ever see her again.
My chest aches at the thought and I tighten my hold on her sleeping body.
The sun slowly rises, and I watch as a shaft of morning light slowly makes its way across her pillow. It’s adorable how shetries to move away from it, when it reaches her closed eyes, only for it to follow her a moment later. Eventually the bright morning light succeeds in dragging her from her sleep, and the smile she gives me is enough to break my heart. How am I supposed to live without seeing that smile every day, now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of it?
I lift her out of the bed and carry her into my shower, where I have her again, taking her fast and hard up against the wall. I’m rougher than I should be, but I can’t stop, and she doesn’t seem to want me to. It’s like she needs to feel me imprinted on her skin, the same way I need to leave my mark.
After I’ve washed and kissed every inch of her, I make us breakfast and then feed her from my hand with her perched on my lap. I memorize each giggle and sigh she makes between bites that I alternate with kisses. In turn, she feeds me the same way.
“Give me your phone.” Her head is resting under my chin.
I don’t want to move, but I can’t say no to her either. With one arm curled around her, keeping her in place, I drag my phone across the table so she can reach it.
“I’m going to call you every day,” she says as her fingers fly across the numeric keypad, adding her information to my contacts. Then she sends herself a text, so she has my information as well. When she’s finished, she relaxes against me with a soft sigh. “It’ll be like I never left.”
My heart twists. No doubt, she means every word and has every intention of following through with her promises. I can’t stop thinking that, as soon as she gets back to her life, things will change. Long distance relationships rarely work out, right? And Olivia’s world is very different from mine. Once she gets back, she’ll be pulled back into the daily chaos of her corporate job. The hot week she had with Bigfoot will quickly fade until I’m just another memory—a fond one, I hope.
We’re both quiet as we clean up after breakfast. The silence stretches as we get dressed and then check the car, pulling out the gear she doesn’t have room to take back with her on the plane.
“I feel bad just leaving all this with you,” she huffs at the pile of her camping gear. “You can donate it or sell it, or whatever.”
My stomach sours that she doesn't ask me to hang on to it for her, confirming she’s not planning to come back. The truth is sharp, like a dagger sliding into my already bleeding heart.
The silence turns tense as I maneuver the narrow mountain roads that lead back to the main highway. She’s pressed up against my side, as close as she can get with the console and gearshift between us. I have a stranglehold on her hand.
“You’re very quiet.” Her head is resting on my shoulder, but she is looking straight ahead at the thick forest-lined road.
I squeeze her fingers and bring the back of her hand to my lips. “I’m just thinking.”
