“The doors are open,” she insists, but I shake my head.
“No one’s around. No one can hear you.” I push just a little harder, and her head falls back on a gasp. She bites that plump lower lip, and when she tightens around me, I take a nipple in my mouth and tug.
“Ah, shit.” Her voice is almost guttural, and finally, she comes apart, crying out my name.
To my surprise, she slides off me and turns around, exposing that perfect ass.
“From behind.” She pushes her hair out of her face and looks back at me, leaving no room for argument. “Hard.”
And hard is what she gets. I slam into her, then slap her ass, sending the sound out into the night. My hand braces over her sacrum, just above her crack, and I ride her hard and fast, our bodies slapping together.
When she cries out once more, and her hands fist in the bedding, I lean over and press my lips to her ear.
“You’remine. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” She pushes back on me. “Fuck, yes.”
“Mine, and only mine. I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this. Tofuckyou like this.”
“Oh, God.”
She reaches down and presses her fingers to her clit, and when she tightens even more, I can’t hold back.
I jerk and push, gripping her round hips so hard I know I’ll leave marks after, and I don’t fucking care.
When her breathing slows, she looks back at me, her eyes shining in the moonlight.
“Holy shit, that was fun.”
I pull out of her and turn her onto her back, then push inside once more.
“Let’s do it again.”
“I can’t believeyou talked me into a hike.”
It’s our last morning at the campsite, and I’m milking every damn minute out of it.
“It’s a short one,” I remind her for the third time. “And it’ll be worth it.”
“I could be sleeping in the hammock,” she mutters, making me smile. I’ve loved spending all this time with her, just the two of us. Getting to know her again, in every way, is an adventure.
I don’t plan to ever stop learning her.
“Trust me, you want to see this.”
“I trust you.” She reaches back and takes my hand. “I just don’t like to hike.”
“And yet, you walk the beach pretty much every single day.”
“That’s not the same,” she insists. “That’s taking awalk.”
“What do you think we’re doing right now? We’re just walking, you know.”
“Uphill,” she replies. “We’re walkinguphill.Which means it’s hiking.”
I laugh and urge her on. “It’s not much farther. You’re doing great.”
Ten minutes later, we walk around a bend, and before us is a waterfall. It has to be a hundred feet high, and when the water hits the pool below, it sends up a fine misty spray, making the whole area feel cool and fresh.