Titus
If we ever have noplace to live, I wouldn’t hate camping out of the back of my truck with Cass.
Deciding to let all parties involved settle with the news of our new relationship—and Cass’s ultimatum—we’ve left the cozy confines of PMU and headed into the woods.
After a brief stop at the storage unit and the store for camping supplies, we hopped on the Blue Ridge Parkway and found a campsite at the foot of Mt. Mitchell.
We arrived late and had set up camp in the dark. Cass isn’t afraid of camping, but she is worried about snakes, so we set up the tent in the truck bed instead of on the ground. The girl is on to something; it’s better than dealing with sticks, roots and rocks.
We talk late into the night around the fire.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get to sleep tonight. I’m so worked up,” Cass says, standing up from her camping chair and stretching her legs. Her hair glows in the moonlight, and the chill in the air has turned her cheeks red.
Because I can’t sit while a woman is standing—thanks for the hard-wiring, Dad—I go to her automatically, wrapping my arms around her middle and lifting her up for a deep, slow kiss. I swipe my tongue against hers, and she presses her breasts against my body. I want to keep her tucked against me like this forever, kissing her until my face is numb from either the cold or bruising kisses.
We stay like this until we’re both breathless.
“Are you proposing some way to help me relax before bed, Titus?”
She phrases it like a question but her voice is full of need.
“Maybe. But first, dance with me.”
I take her hand in mine and then slide my other arm around her middle.
“What?”
“Dance with me, Squeaks.”
“To what?” Cass asks with a chuckle. “You got some music in your truck?”
“No.”
She’s confused at first but she doesn’t pull away. And I thank the moon and the starlight for letting me look at this beautiful creature. A small smile tugs at her lips as she lets me lead, and we sway.
The two of us slow dance under the stars, accompanied by nothing but the sounds of the forest.
We don’t speak. We don’t bicker. I don’t clown around. I just hold my Cass in my arms and listen to the rustling leaves, feel her warmth against the night breeze, and inhale the intoxicating scent of her hair, tinged with campfire smoke.
Later, I lay her down on the air mattress in the tent, and she pulls me down to kiss me so intensely that I know she’s not yet ready to sleep.
“Will you let me taste you, Cass?”
She answers with a needy whisper, “Yes. Yes, please.”
“I’ll go slow,” I assure her.
“You don’t have to go slow on my account. I can handle it. I’m ready.”
I place a soft kiss to her heated brow. “I promise, I’m gonna take such good care of you, Cass. Always.”
She wriggles under me in the dark, and I realize she’s getting rid of her leggings and panties. My already hard erection stiffens.
I help her remove her top and then reach around to unfasten her bra. Cass’s large, soft breasts are revealed to me, and it’s no less exhilarating than the first time.
Cass spreads herself wide, eagerly, and pulls me down for another hot, wet kiss, as my hand drags through her damp slit.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you here…you make me crazy with this scent, did you know that?”