“You’ve had quite a day, Tess. I got this… You have no idea the two most common problems here. Poison ivy and chafing.”
I feel myself turning beet red, hot with embarrassment.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Tess,” he continues, slipping on a pair of examination gloves.
“I get it too sometimes, let’s take a look.”
But I don’t want him to look.
I mean, I want him to do all kinds of things to me, sure. But not like this, not when I’m all red and ugly down there.
Sean’s waiting patiently beside the exam table, looking down at me with his dark eyes, his chiseled jaw set firm.
“If you just give me some ointment… I can do it myself.” I protest feebly and Sean nods.
“Okay, that’s quite alright. I’m sorry if I…”
But I see my hand darting out to his as he goes to take his glove off.
“Maybe… maybe you could just take a look,” I hear myself saying, and it’s like the on switch flips to the thumping in my chest, and I hear Sean’s low growl of approval again.
“I’ll only take a look,” he promises, and I shiver a breath in, suddenly unaware of any pain or discomfort.
“Now. Can you sit up for me… that’s it,” he murmurs, “That’s perfect.”
I sit up and open my legs for him. My shorts ride up a little and I wince, feeling the hem brushing over the chafed parts of my thighs.
“Hmmm.” Sean says in a deep tone, leaning in for a closer look.
“I have some ointment which works wonders every time but those shorts will have to come off, Tess.”
I feel my head nodding, my chest going so hard I feel like my nipples will snap off.
Sean’s breathing getting harder and without even looking, I know the front of his shorts are too.
I know if it was anyone else, Sean would be professional, but this is something I want. I want him to touch me, chafing or not.
I realized the only way to cure the effect he’s having on me is to yield to him completely.
And I know he feels the same. He moves in closer now, his body between my legs, our faces almost touching again.
“You’re mine now, Tess. D’you understand?” he says firmly. I feel my head continue to nod, my hand moving up to touch the front of his shorts, making me shudder once I feel the hot thickness behind the material, making Sean groan deeply.
“Let’s get you out of those shorts. We’ll deal with your rash first… then we’ll see what else needs attending to…”
Sean is so gentle, but so strong. He manages to support my legs with his quads as I lift up my rear, letting him slide my shorts off.
I’m breathing so hard I can hardly hear anything.
The rush of blood to my mound is so intense, I feel a sound escape me as I start to shiver, feeling like I’m going to wet myself or something.
“Sean,” I whimper, jerking hard as his hands rest at the top of my thighs, spreading them further apart. The movement opening my hot pussy all the way and letting him see through my drenched white cotton briefs.
I gasp and shudder again. Fuck ointment. I want Sean and I want him now.
He’s the cure for everything and I want him to touch me right between my legs more than anything else in the whole world.
“Tell me what you want, Tess.” He commands me, and I hear another low moan escape me, my own hands tracing the shape of my chest through my top, cupping my breasts and squeezing them together for Sean to see, drawing a fresh line of moisture from me.
His effect on me is hypnotic, I want him, and I know he wants me to tell him to claim me.
“I want you to lick me, Sean… suck me down there,” I hear myself saying, reaching for his neck, trying to pull his face towards mine. Everything I’ve been holding back, everything I’ve told myself not to even think is pouring from my lips.
“Tell me you’re mine, Tessa. Tell me you want to be mine and mine alone,” he growls.
“I do,” I whimper, “I’m yours Sean… uhhh… pleeeaaasseee Sean.”
I feel my eyes fluttering as I start to shake uncontrollably, I grunt with my eyes shut as I feel Sean’s lips and mouth press firmly over my pussy, his thick fingers jerking my panties to one side.
We both let out a loud moan as he finally tastes me for the first time.
I grip his head with both my hands, my own hanging back as I stammer his name out.
His cheeks are scratching my thighs with his stubble, it smarts against my raw chafing but I don’t care anymore, his touch is more important than anything else. My need for him on me, in me is overpowering everything else.
CHAPTER TEN
Sean
I really only intended to look at her chafing, to put some ointment on it. But once I get closer to her, her open legs pressing against mine and that look in her eyes. It’s too late.
We both know it’s useless to keep pretending this isn’t happening.
I’m staggered by how beautiful she is up close. Her warmth is pouring into me and once I have her shorts off, I feel myself twitching inside my own, about to come but I can’t.
Not yet.
I have to save it for her, all of it. Once she tells me she’s mine, that she wants this more than anything, I know I’m truly lost but at the same time, I’m home.
My breathing is erratic, my hands are all over her but there’s only one thing I want and it’s to taste her in my mouth as she comes hard.
I do take care not to touch her where she’s sore, but the way she’s thrashing around, grinding up into my mouth and grabbing my head with both hands as she pushes me harder against her pink mound, I don’t think she’s in any pain right now.
Quite the opposite
I’m kneeling down on one knee, my own arousal riding up so high and hard it’s straining against the top of my shorts, which I try to free with one hand, but I just can’t get enough of Tessa.
With both hands, I cup her perfect ass cheeks, lifting her slightly as she wraps her legs around my neck, her moans are fast becoming a long, single cry, which sends her whole body stiffening for a moment, before she shudders deeply.
I press my mouth over the whole of her wetness, savoring the taste of her as I feel her coming straight onto my tongue.
She calls out my name and I growl deep with satisfaction, knowing I’ve staked my claim and she’ll soon be mine one hundred percent.
I’ve marked her with my mouth now, and she’s covered me with her scent.
I let her hold me in place, enjoying the aftershocks of her climax, which I can control a little longer with delicate flicks of my tongue in all the right places.
After I know she’s spent, I bring my face up to hers. Our first kiss has us both in it. The wet saltiness from her climax, her own essence, mixed with my mouth.
It’s the only kiss I know I’ll ever want, and from the only lips I know I’ll ever kiss again.
Looking her over once more, I notice her chafing rash isn’t so bad after all, and I can tell it will heal quickly if she stays off her feet. Preferably with her legs apart for as long as possible.
Something I think I should be able to help her with.
“How’s it looking?” She gasps a breath, and I can only smile a satisfied look, eager to have more of her. Eager to be inside of her.
“It’ll heal up, but I think we’ll have to keep your legs open for a little while longer.”
I’m pleased with my comment, but I can see she’s looking concerned.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” I ask her and she shakes her head.
She winches a little, moving her legs closer together and starts to sit up all the way on the exam table.
“What is it?”
She’s almost cringing, gasping trying to find her voice.
“C’mon, Tess. Out with it.” I say, eager to know what’s upset her.
“I’m a virgin, Sean….I’ve never even kissed anyone, let alone done… done anything like this.”
It takes a lot for her to say it out loud, I can see. And I can see she’s embarrassed, her face is flushed and she’s looking at the doorway, maybe looking for a way out.
But I feel differently.
I feel like it’s the best news ever, and I tell her so.
I hold her close, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back, feeling her body jump and jerk from her post-climactic sensations as I press my body against hers.
“Aww, Tess, do you think I mind? Huh? Do you think that matters?”
Cupping her face in my hands, I plant another kiss on her lips, tenderly pressing mine to hers.
“It’s perfect, just like you. It means you’ll only ever belong to me which is what I want. I think it’s what we both want, isn’t it?”
She nods, but she’s still looking uncertain.
“It’s all just happening so fast,” she squeaks, but her hand reaches for the front of my shorts again, rubbing her flat palm up and down the length of my cock.
“We can wait if you want,” I tell her, but it feels like I’m about to explode if she keeps doing that.
The sound of a truck pulling up on the gravel outside makes us both look up and away from each other for a moment.
A deep growl of disapproval comes from my chest. I take a large step over to the window, brushing back the curtain and grunt.
It’s the local parks and wildlife ranger, Brad.
I feel my back straighten right away. Brad’s only a few years older than Tessa, and an okay guy. But he’s what I would call, ‘invading my territory’ right now and I make another low sound that I hope he picks up on.
“Stay here.” I growl.
I can’t pretend to be surprised. A beauty like Tessa in the woods is bound to bring out every young buck from a mile around.
But this one’s taken.
She’s mine and that’s all there is to it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tessa
I don’t think I did anything wrong, but as soon as Sean sees the ranger’s truck pull up he gets a cold look in his eyes. Like he’s suddenly uber-protective of the whole camp or maybe just me.
He orders me to stay put and I feel a thrill. I love it when he’s firm with me. Like when he orders me to eat, or how he spoke to me when I fainted.
Not in a disrespecting way, but in his strong, commanding way.
The man can cook too, as well as what he just did with his tongue… OMG if he isn’t perfect I don’t know who is…
Curiosity has me wanting to get up and take a look at what's happening, but I remember what Sean just said.
More to the point, I remember how he said it. Like he meant business, so I tell myself to mind my own and wince a little as I slip my shorts back on and take a seat.
I hope I haven’t blown my chances with him, I don’t want him to think I’m some sort of tease or a complete idiot but I really have no experience with sex so I figure the best thing is to be honest.
I could never lie to Sean and I know he wouldn’t lie to me, if he couldn’t sense it in the first place, I figure telling him I’m a virgin might explain some things.
Maybe he doesn’t like fat girls after all… now that he’s had a good look at you he might be thinking it’s beneath him to waste his time on you.
I groan out loud, screwing my face up.
Shut up! Sean likes me, a lot. He just told me being a virgin was what he wanted.
Plus, Sean doesn’t seem to mind curves. I’ve heard some guys actually really get turned on by them, but seriously?
I can’t see it myself but he did just carry me down a mountain side and growled out telling me I’m his forever.
I’m not sure how much clearer he could spell it out for me.
My own self doubt.
Even when things are going great, I always seem to look for the worst in the best situations.
I can hear Sean and the ranger talking. I’m a camp counselor too, so I figure there’s no harm in a little eavesdropping.
I move myself closer to the open doorway so I can hear what they’re saying.
“Take it easy, Sean! I just came by when I couldn’t get you on the radio, then your cell. I just wanted to see how things were… make sure you knew about that weather cell coming in.”
Sean’s saying something, but it’s so low, so gruff I can’t make it out.
He doesn’t sound like he’s being friendly either, which really doesn’t seem like Sean at all.
I feel my fingers wringing in my palms, undecided at what I should do. I know Sean said to stay put, but I don’t want him starting any trouble with the ranger either.
As soon as I step out of the doorway onto the porch, I get a clearer picture. The look Sean shoots me and then to the ranger says it all.
He’s protecting his territory and this guy’s just wandered in on the wrong man’s patch.
Sean instantly puts himself between me and the ranger, who’s trying to introduce himself.
“I’m Tessa, hi!” I say, leaning out so I can see him from behind Sean, who’s really not wanting the guy to even look at me.
“Brad. Uh… I was just trying to explain to Sean here about the weather rolling in. You guys wanna batten down the hatches, there’s a huge weather cell headed straight for us.”
“Brad was just leaving,” Sean growls, keeping his eyes on the ranger the whole time and inching towards him, herding him back towards his truck.
“Is everything alright here, Tessa?” Brad asks, “Just doin’ my job here… making sure folks are safe.”
I give him an awkward smile and two thumbs up, but Sean’s practically pushing him back into his truck with his chest.
“Okay then! If you get stuck you know where to reach me.” Brad calls out from his open window, shaking his head to himself as he winds it up all the way. And just like that, as quickly as he appeared, he’s gone. The breeze from the opposite direction taking on a sudden chill, picking up to a low gust and making a few loose items around the camp start to move around loudly
Sean strides up the parking lot, about half way. His hands on his hips, not turning back to me until he’s satisfied the ranger’s gone.
What the hell was all that about?
But I don’t have to wait long for Sean to make me see.
“I told you to stay inside Tess,” he says firmly before he catches himself sharing the same attitude with me as he gave the ranger.
“What was that?” I ask him, hugging him as he pulls me closer to him by my waist.
“Just bad timing,” he says in a low tone. “I finally have you all to myself, about to… well. He’s gone now and that’s all there is to it.”
He squeezes me tighter, then holds me out from him, looking me over with his mouth turning up into a grin again.
“I just want you all to myself, Tess. Is that so wrong?” he says, and pecks my lips.
“No.” I tell him truthfully, “But what about when a whole campsite full of other people show up, what then?”
His eyes narrow and he frowns, looking up at the sky.
“Just know that you belong to me now, Tessa. Nobody else. You’re mine, understand?” he asks me, and I squeeze him right back, pressing my face into his huge chest, resting my palms flat against his solid body.
“I’ll always be yours Sean, no matter what.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sean
I almost used to look forward to Brad stopping by, once upon a time. We’ve even shared a few root beers on occasion, but not today. He’s too close for my liking and I don’t relax until I know he’s gone for good. Until I see his truck fade out into the distance.
It’s not until he’s gone that I realize just how tense I am, how badly I wanted to physically keep him away from my camp. To keep him well away from Tessa.
It’s not until he’s gone that I remember he’s a happily married man, too. But I don’t care. I don’t want anybody, especially men sniffing around my woman. And he interrupted us, right
when we were about to … well. It’s put me in a fine mood to say the least.
There is bad weather rolling in, I hadn’t noticed it when I was up by the tower, nor when I checked the reports today. The whole day so far has been about Tessa and I’d like to keep it that way.
We have a few days before anyone’s supposed to come up here, and I’d like to enjoy them with her.
Enjoy her, all to myself.
“Are you gonna put some ointment on me still?” she asks, looking hesitant again, and I grin like a fool at the thought, every other mood of mine vanishing at the very thought of touching her again.
Touching her down there, feeling her silky smooth skin underneath my hands.
“Why do you think I don’t want anyone around?” I ask her, and swinging hands, we make our way back into the infirmary, to pick up where we left off.
But I don’t want to claim my woman in a first aid bay. She needs the best of the best, which is something I know we don’t have here at Beaver Pines, but I can certainly make sure we’re more comfortable.
I grab some ointment from the supply room and ask Tessa if she’d like to see the staff quarters and the rest of the campsite.
“You haven’t really had the grand tour yet… our hike was in the other direction,” I tell her, unable to stop my eyes from tracing the outline of her body as she wiggles on the spot with delight. Her eyes drift from my bulging crotch, to my eyes, then to the ointment I’m holding which has her name on it.
“I’d love to see your room,” is all she can say, and I couldn’t agree more.
“I’ll show you around on the way,” I tell her, putting my arm around her and guiding her out of the infirmary, past the office and mess hall, up towards the cabins.
“It’s changed a little since I was here last,” she says, which is true. The whole place is laid out different but it’s mainly just upgraded cabins and shower blocks. Some extra safety gear here and there, but mostly it’s the same because of the natural setting.
“I think it looks better than it ever did,” I tell her and I mean it. Now that she’s here.
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