“Look, Mommy, they’re kissing!” a kid shouts as he and his large family pass us by and I pull my mouth from Kip’s as I laugh and blush.
“This isn’t like me,” I say. “You have me acting so unlike myself.”
His hand touches my chin and he whispers, “Good.” Then his mouth is back on mine and my heart flutters as he claims me in front of the people who float past us.
With a gap in the flow of river traffic, I move my legs to straddle him and feel that even in the cold water, he’s managed to get a pretty great erection going, and it surprises me how large and hard it is and my mind goes to if I bought condoms that will fit him.
The sun is beginning to set and the smell of wood burning as other campers start their camp fires creeps into my senses. And Kip’s too I guess as he pulls his mouth from mine very reluctantly. “I suppose I should start us a fire before it gets dark.”
“I’ll help you,” I say and get off him, so he can stand up.
He starts to get up then hesitates. “Hmm. I better wait a few seconds before I go standing up. You’ve left me at attention.”
I blush and giggle as I walk up the bank to grab a towel from our campsite. After a minute, Kip gets up and comes up to me as I blot the water from my cold skin with the towel. His arms wrap around me and in an instant I’m no longer cold. “Ready to make a fire, love?”
He’s already got one going on inside of me!
Kip
Darkness fell quickly once the sun set and small fires glow here and there around us. Everyone is quiet, and the night is ultra-peaceful as Peyton and I lie on a blanket near our campfire and look up at the night sky. “There’s another one,” she says as she points to a falling star.
“There are supposed to be many more after midnight, I heard on the news this morning,” I say.
“A meteor shower, yeah I heard that too,” she says and snuggles her head down on my chest.
“The river water smells good on you,” I tell her as I breathe in the smell of her damp hair. “You smell like that and the slightest hint of sunshine. You remind me of what summer really is.”
“You can’t smell sunshine,” she says with a giggle. “You, smell like the river water and the smoke from the fire which I love.”
Love! Now there’s a word I want to try out and see if she thinks so too!
Only two days and I feel like this is real, what she and I have. I kiss the top her head and give her shoulders a quick squeeze. “I love the way you smell too.”
Okay, that was a step, but not quite far enough.
She giggles and her breath tickles the fine hairs on my chest as she does. I left my shirt off to entice her into wanting me as she has access to my defined abs I’ve worked so hard on. Her finger runs along the lines on my stomach as she says, “I love the way you roast a hot dog too. You are quite the master of making hotdogs and s’mores, I have to admit.”
“Well, I love the way you set up this little campsite we have here with the small cup of wild flowers you picked while I made the fire.” I stroke her back.
She eases her leg over mine and I can feel her soft inner thigh on mine and it nearly takes my breath away. “I love how sweet you are and how easy it is to be with you.”
“I love that about you as well,” I say, then I close my eyes and make myself say it. “I love you, Peyton.”
My heart stops beating as I wait to see if she’s going to jump up and run. She sighs deeply and now I’m about to start sweating as I’m more nervous than ever that she’s about to go into a long spiel about how we only have a couple of days and love isn’t a thing we can have.
Her lips kiss my chest and she says, “I love you too, Kip.”
Did I hear her right?
I open my eyes just in time to see two stars fall out of the sky, leaving long trails of light behind them. “So, we love each other then.”
“Seems so,” she says. Another kiss she places on my chest and I turn over, lying her back down on the blanket.
She looks up at me, her light brown eyes are nearly green as they sparkle with the light of the fire. Her skin is bronze from the sun today and her lips are pink and begging to be kissed.
“I love you,” I tell her again and she smiles.
“So I’ve heard.” She winks. “You ever tell any girl that before?”
I shake my head. “Have you?”
She shakes her head too then wiggles her finger at me to move in closer. I do as she requests and her hand cups the back of my neck as she pulls my lips to hers. They’re soft and supple and part to let me in. I kiss her softly and savor the moment. I never want to forget this moment when we let each other know how we really feel.
Her hands run over my bare back and I move over her, my knee spreading her legs apart. She opens them and I push my body onto hers and grind into her. She moans and her chest vibrates under mine.
She pulls her mouth from mine. “We should take this inside the tent. That little boy may be camping somewhere near us and tattle on us again,” she says.
I’d like to do this right here, beneath the stars, but she’s right, that kid is a menace. I stand up and pick her up as she giggles. I whisper, “I brought a whole box of condoms, love.”
Her eyebrows lift and I find myself worried she’s about to really let me down. “So did I!”
Whew! That was close!
“Great minds think alike!”
I lie her on the tall, queen size, blow up mattress. She bites at her lip as I reach down and untie her bathing suit top. Her bottoms have ties too and I untie them as well. “Never thought in a million years I’d lose my virginity on my parents’ blow up mattress. Think they’ll be mad?”
“Don’t tell them and they won’t,” I say with a chuckle. “What happens at camp stays at camp.”
She giggles too until I drop my trunks. Her eyes go wide and her hand covers her mouth.
“Is that going to fit?” she asks as she points to my generous manhood.
“Shit! I hope so,” I say as I pull her bathing suit away from her body and gaze at it. “Damn it, you’re gorgeous, Peyton.”
She smiles and wiggles that finger at me again. I comply and press my lips to hers as I ease onto the mattress. Her side rises a bit and her body turns, coming flush up against mine. I run my hand over her curvy hip and pull it towards me.
My dick is hard and wants to be inside her so damn bad. I have to remember that she’s never done this before. I have to go slow and be sure she’s more than ready for what I have to give her. Slowly I move my mouth from hers and to her neck as she runs her hands over my back.
“You have so many muscles,” she says as her hands go over my arms. “Your arms alone make me want you.”
I smile against the soft flesh of her neck, then trail kisses down it and over her chest, stopping only for a moment to nip and suck on one breast. Then I continue my journey down to the promise land. She sucks in her breath as my lips touch the little bud that only mine have ever touched and I smile at that knowledge.
This is uncharted territory and I’m about to put my mark all over it. A sudden animal instinct flows through me and I look up at her to find her eyes closed. “Peyton,” I say and she opens her eyes and looks at me. “You are mine, do you understand that? Never do I want you to allow anyone else to touch you like you’re letting me.”
She smiles. “Okay, Neanderthal.”
I bite the inside of her leg hard enough to make her squirm. Then look up again. “I’m serious.”
Her eyes go dark and she smiles again. “I can see that. I’m yours, no one else will ever have what you do.” Her hand strokes my cheek softly and my heart pounds.
I cannot believe how intense I feel about her. If I ever lose her, it will devastate me. I keep my eyes on hers as I kiss her clit softly and her eyes close as she lies her head back and makes a soft moan. Running my tongue up and down her wet folds, I find them both hot and inviting. Her hands tangle in my hair as I push her knees up to gain
better access to her delectable goodies.
Slowly I run my tongue into her. She’s tight as hell and I wonder how she’s going to take me. Running my tongue back up to her clit, I push one finger into her, moving it in and out, stretching her some. She groans and I add another finger, making her arch up.
I know I have to get her wet, entirely wet, so I run my tongue up and down, tapping at her clit with every stroke. Her legs begin to quiver and her hands hold me to her as she begins to make a small squeal. Then she squeezes my fingers inside her and pulses all around them as she arches her body up and writhes under me.
Pulling away from her, I grab a condom from the box on the floor and put it on quickly.
Here it goes!
Peyton
Already I can barely breathe as my body comes apart under his mouth and fingers. What will his dick do to me?
He’s put on the condom and lies on top of me, his weight somehow comforting. The large tip of his dick I can feel on the edge of my vagina. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” I ask him.
He kisses me then answers, “It might.”
I look away and bite my bottom lip. “Okay,” I take a deep breath. “Okay, you can do it now.”
Slowly he pushes into me and it seems not to be going in. He kisses my neck and I relax as his warm mouth bites at my skin. My head goes light as he nips and sucks. His dick goes in some and it’s warm and it burns a little, but not like a bad burn.
My mind refocuses on what’s going on downstairs and I tense up a little. Then he bites my neck hard and my stomach clenches as I instinctively arch my body up to his and he pushes into me a bit more. The heat is white hot and I scream a little with the pain.
“Fuck!” I say between my clenched teeth. I rake my nails over his back and he kisses me from one side of my neck to the other and then bites the other side as he slips in further and I cry out with the pain and slap the bed. “Jesus!”
A tear runs down my cheek as the burning sensation continues. He’s still on top of me, then he kisses me slowly and softly back up my cheek and his mouth lands on mine and takes me away from the pain as his tongue strokes mine gently. A little harder and a little harder until his tongue is hard in my mouth. Then he pushes all the way in and I arch up to him and scream, but his mouth stifles my cries.
He stays still inside me for a minute, but keeps his kiss hard and demanding. His hands come up and he grabs two handfuls of my hair and pulls them, then pulls nearly all the way out of me and slams back into me. I scream again, only to be stifled by his hard kiss.
Over and over he slams into me as white hot heat burns me inside, then it begins to go away and he slips easily in and out of me and I stop screaming and start moaning as it switches to something else entirely. It changes to wanton desire as I arch up to meet every hard thrust.
My heart pounds and I can think of nothing, save him and how he makes me feel like I’m on a cloud, floating away with him. My stomach tenses up as I feel all shaky inside then I’m falling apart even more so than when I came undone under his mouth. I pull my mouth from his as I struggle to breathe. “Kip! Fuck! God! Kip!”
My legs shake and I pound on his back as he stiffens and lets out a loud breath. “God damn it!” he moans as he rocks back and forth. I can feel him pulsing inside me.
Thank God he had on a rubber or he’d have knocked my ass up for sure!
Kip
Crickets chirp as Peyton sleeps next to me, my arms wrap around her as she makes the smallest snore I’ve ever heard. Everything about her I find I love. As I hold her to me, I have no idea how I am ever going to be able to stop. I want her with me from now on. I never want to sleep another night without her in my arms.
Now I’m even more afraid to ask her to join me on the road, because if she won’t I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need her now, like I’ve never needed anyone. It’s almost unfair how much I need her.
A little while ago, she had to leave me to go across the way to the restroom and the bed felt cold and lonely without her in it. I don’t know what has happened to me. I was the rock star who played the field, never looking to settle down.
It’s completely crazy how quickly things have changed and thankfully it seems they’ve changed for Peyton as well.
She loves me!
A nice, normal girl loves me. It’s so unbelievable! I have something more that I want to give her now and I wonder how she’ll take it. I wonder if she wants the same thing I want. I find myself afraid to ask her anything.
If she turns me down, I feel I might break apart inside. As if the word, ‘no’ could really hurt someone, but somehow if it comes from her sweet lips I feel as if it will devastate me.
An odd scratching sound comes from the edge of the tent and as I listen to what it might be, Peyton springs to life in my arms, sitting straight up in the bed.
“What’s that?” she whispers, her eyes wide and full of fear.
I pull her back to lie down, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her to lie her head on my chest.
“Don’t worry, it can’t get in whatever it is.”
“You don’t know that.” She shivers a little. “Everything out here has sharp claws and teeth.”
The sound gets a little louder and moves to another part of the tent. Whatever the little creature is, it definitely wants in.
“Shoo,” I say.
It claws at the tent worse. I guess it wants to meet us.
“Kip, make it go away,” Peyton whines.
“I did not see you as a girl who gets scared over a little rodent,” I say as I get up and kick at the place in the tent where the thing is scratching at it.
My foot hits it and it snorts and makes a grunting sound and pushes back at me. “Well, look at that crap!” I pull on my trunks and go to unzip the tent only to find Peyton wrapped around me.
“No!” she whisper-shouts. “It might get in and it sounds big. I bet it’s a bear.”
“There are no bears here,” I tell her as I put my hands on her narrow shoulders and place her back on the bed. “I know because I asked the park ranger about all the animals we could expect to encounter here and no bears were mentioned.”
“Probably because he was afraid we would leave,” she hisses.
The thing pushes at the tent again and I quickly unzip the door and step out to see about fifteen wild hogs gathered around our campsite, munching out on the bag of marshmallows that we had left out. One looks up with a chocolate candy bar in its mouth. Large tusks come up on either side of its mouth and I’m glad Peyton can’t see them or she’d freak.
“What is it?” she asks from the confines of the tent.
I stomp and clap and the damn things just look at me. “Go on! Get out of here!” I wave my arms.
The one closest to me makes a loud snort and takes a step towards me. Peyton peeks out the door and sees the animals. She makes a shrieking sound that curdles my blood and sends the pigs running for their lives. I turn and smile at her as she continues to belt out the loud scream.
“You can stop now. You scared them away. Great job, sweetheart!”
Her face is pale and I see quite a few flashlights come on at other campsites. She moves back from the door so I can come back inside.
“That was a pack of wild hogs, Kip. Why did you stay out there with them? They could have ripped you to shreds.”
I put my arm around her and she’s shaking like a leaf. I laugh. “They were more worried about eating your chocolate bars and the marshmallows than bothering me.”
“They ate my chocolate?” she asks with a high squeak in her voice. “The bastards!”
Dropping my trunks I climb back into the bed and laugh. “You crack me up, love.”
“Well, the next time an animal comes up here, don’t go out there like that. You scared me half to death.” She cuddles up to my side and takes in a deep breath.
“Okay, let’s go back to sleep then. Surely your shriek scared every living creature out of thes
e woods for the rest of this night anyway.” I kiss her forehead. “Tell me how many times you’ve screamed today.”
“Way too many,” she says then she leaves a soft kiss on my chest. “Except for the good screams. You can’t have too many of those.”
“No, you can’t.” I agree and tighten my arm around her shoulders.
Peyton
Little kisses wake me up as birds chirp in the cool morning air. I stretch and yawn. I’m not a morning person and we’ll see if Kip still loves me after this. I left a bottle of water on the floor on my side of the bed and reach out and take a long drink. He holds his hand up for me to give him a drink and I hand it to him. He finishes it off and puts the empty bottle on the floor.
I wipe my eyes and lie back and smell coffee coming from another nearby camp sites. “Yuk, coffee,” I say.
“It smells good,” Kips says and pulls me back to him.
A hard lump presses against my butt as his hand runs over my stomach and he kisses the back of my neck.
“I hate waking up to that smell, it reminds me of my parents’ house.”
“Don’t worry, I go out and get my coffee so it’ll never wake you up at our house,” he says and runs his hand up to grab a handful of boob. A gentle squeeze he gives it.
The words he said are not lost on me. “Our house?”
“Umm, hmm…,” he moans as he runs his hand back down to stroke my personal pleasure spot and my stomach tightens immediately.
Heat fills me and I find myself pressing my back against his front as I stretch out and move my leg a little to give him better access to me. The pressure at my rear grows, and he moves back and forth against it.
He turns me onto my back and smiles down at me. His soft hair flows over his tanned cheeks, stubble covers his handsome face and my heart beats hard at just how perfect he is. “Mornin’ love.”
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