“Alright, I’m down, but you can’t make fun of me if I trip and fall or something.” Because it’s a high probability.
“I can make that deal.” He leans over and places his lips on mine. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, I smile against his mouth.
“Go get dressed,” he tells me, and I notice he’s already changed. When I get up, he takes the opportunity to smack my ass before I run upstairs.
I dress comfortably in one of my tennis skirts because it’s so beautiful out today, then tie my running shoes nice and tight. As soon as my foot hits the bottom stair, he’s grinning ear to ear, reaches his hand out, and I meet him. “You’re wearing a skirt to hike, huh? Why am I even surprised?”
I roll my eyes at his little dig. “It’s a thing. Google it.”
He shrugs. “If you say so. I mean, I’m not complaining about the view at all.”
“That’s what I thought.” I wink. “Now, let’s get some fresh air. I’m shocked we haven’t gotten cabin fever yet.”
“You and me both,” he retorts.
Bruno follows us, and as soon as he can get around us, he’s off in a full sprint going straight to the pond. Eli laughs, and I groan, knowing that means he’ll need a bath when we return. We take a trail that leads to some woods, and Eli and I walk in silence, holding hands. The wind rustles through the dense forest, and it brings me back to being kids and playing out here with Ryan. We never had a “normal” childhood, and the only time I felt like a kid was when we came to the cabin. I didn’t have to put on fancy dresses or sit up straight or do any of the things my parents wanted me to do to impress their friends and the media. Out here, I got to get dirty, play outside, and be a kid.
We continue walking farther down the path, and the sunshine peeks between the trees. A smile plays on my lips as Eli squeezes my hand, then kisses my knuckles.
“I love you,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
“Love you too. And for what?”
“For the escape. I needed it,” I say truthfully.
Eli stops walking and turns to me. The space between us disappears, and I’m getting lost in his mouth and touch. His large hand slips under my shirt, and he palms my breast. I’m panting, and all I want is him. I take several steps forward, guiding him until his back rests against a gigantic tree. We’re breathless already as I untie his shorts, then fall to my knees and take him in my mouth. I look up in his eyes, and when he runs his fingers through my hair, I stroke his shaft as I suck harder. Eli breathes out deep grunts as I increase my pace until I’m nearly choking on his cock.
I slow my pace, then suck and lick his tip as I stroke him.
“Cami, fuck,” he groans, and his legs begin to tremble. “Baby,” he whispers, fisting my hair tighter around his fingers. I know he’s close because his cock jerks in my grip, but I don’t stop. After a few more moments, he tenses then releases in my mouth. I swallow it all down, not wanting to waste a drop, then stand with a smile as I lick my lips.
“Baby,” he murmurs, then cups the back of my neck and fuses our mouths. I love that he doesn’t even care I just had my lips on his cock and kisses me anyway. “Your turn.”
I look around. “What do you mean?”
He arches a brow and lifts my skirt. “I feel like you had this planned all along,” he slyly says, sliding my panties down to my knees.
I shrug. “Maybe.” I’m so fucking wet from pleasuring him that it won’t take much to get me off.
“Goddamn,” he says as his fingers twirl on my clit, then he pushes one inside my pussy. I nearly lose my balance at how good it feels. “You’re fucking drenched, baby. So smooth and tight, too.”
“Always,” I tell him. “You turn me on so much.”
A boyish grin plays on his lips as he continues, then thrusts another finger inside. They’re so big I nearly gasp as he pounds into me. Seconds later, he pushes my panties all the way down. I step out of them, and then he slides them in his pocket. It’s no mystery I’m running out of underwear, considering he’s always stealing them. Then he gets on his knees and loops one of my legs over his shoulder. I hang onto him as he leans in and devours every inch of me like I’m his favorite meal. He moves between finger fucking me and twirling his tongue on my clit, and I’m so thankful for this tree because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold my weight.