"Well, camping isn't complete without s'mores. I always come prepared." He also pulls out an extra box of condoms that's twice as big as the one we emptied earlier. I told him I was on the pill, but we agreed to continue using condoms as a secondary precaution since neither of us is ready for kids with how our lives are these days. We still can't keep our hands off each other, but we are trying to be as safe as possible.
I can't help but laugh at him. "Aren't you just the Boy Scout?"
I throw the box at his head, which he easily deflects and tosses them into the tent.
"Angel, there was no way I was going to go an entire weekend of having you alone and not make love to you any chance I could. This is our little bubble for two more days, and I plan on taking advantage of the time."
He gathers the closest stick he can find to use for the s'mores and makes me the most delicious snack I've ever had. Watching him eat his own is somehow a giant turn on. He sits on the ground in between my legs, his own legs bent up as he chows down on his dessert. The wind is blowing through his dark brown locks making his hair even messier than when I grabbed onto it. He has some marshmallow and chocolate stuck to his stubbly chin. I lean down and wipe it off.
"I can't take you anywhere, can I?"
He just shakes his head. "I guess not, but too bad. You're stuck with me, baby."
We fall into a comfortable conversation about our term break. I've told him about my pre-planned annual trip with Kylie to Savannah for a few days, and he can't take work off to come with us except on the weekend. His birthday is a few days beforehand, and I have already put a few ideas in motion. We keep easy conversation until we clean up a bit and shut down the fire before heading into our tent. He ended up zipping both of our sleeping bags together to make one giant couple size bed. I lie into his chest pillow and wrap my arm across his stomach. He tightens those amazing arms around me and I feel complete.
The next day of hiking and kayaking is nothing short of eventful. I wake before Matt and get us ready for the day. He looks beyond sexy as he's crawling out of the tent with his bedhead and eyes that match the scenery around us.
His deep voice is still laced with sleep. "Baby, why didn't you wake me up? I hated you not being in my arms."
I kiss his scraggly face. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to get our breakfast out so that we could head to the water before it gets too hot."
We snack on our granola bars, bananas, and fill our camelbacks with more water from the large jugs we kept in the cooler. Matt looks yummy in a pair of black board shorts and a hunter green t-shirt. I opted to wear a navy chevron printed bikini under my blue tank top and khaki shorts. Sunscreen is definitely a must because it is already beating down on us and it's not even nine.
Matt backs the Jeep up to a clearing we found next to the river and unties the kayaks from the top rack, taking them off effortlessly. I make up our sandwich lunches and put them in my storage compartment as Matt packs a few extra emergency supplies into his. I can't help but stare at his gorgeously sculpted ass as he bends down. I decide to make things a little interesting.
"I think we should have a race."
He stands up and gives me a sly grin. "Oh really? And why do you think that, my love?"
Trying to calm my heart from the 'my love' comment, I square my shoulders and deliver my reason. "Because loser will have to do a naughty strip tease for the winner on any night of their choice."
I was a canoe and kayak champ for several summers consecutively growing up, and I plan to watch every moment of him dancing for me. I already have a song picked out, too. He doesn't know about my camp triumphs, and I plan to use it to my advantage.
We get everything in the water and get our lifejackets on. The weather is in our favor today giving us a small current on the path that leads to the river. Matt did some research, and there is a small island on the other side of the lake where we can relax and have our lunch.
So far, this has been the perfect weekend. It's scary how Matt knew this is exactly what we needed to get away from the world for even a minute. Sometimes, I feel like he knows me better than I know myself.
I love him so much, and it's safe to say I will never love another man as I do him. He's it for me.
Oh, I am so going to win this bet.
Little does she know that I have seen the pictures scattered across her room from when she was in summer camp. Her youthful joys are evident with a first place ribbon around her neck standing next to a stack of canoes by a lake. She may talk a big game, but I have muscle over her. I love when she tries to hustle me. There's nothing sexier than watching her get all riled up in competing.
Smacking her ass, I confirm, "I take that bet."
I plan to demand her wearing those damn Daisy Dukes and a bikini top for my prize.
She is glowing today. That bikini she's wearing under her tank top is pure torture in itself. It ties around her neck and back just waiting for me to expose the rest of her body. These fucking board shorts do nothing to hide my hard on. The light blue color of her tank top is setting off her skin perfectly, which is just as much torture. I'm having a very hard time not licking every inch of her. Just the sight of her is making my mouth water.
Her confirming that she loves me cemented that she's it for me. I knew the moment I fell in love with her. We had been studying and watching a movie at my house, and I went into my office to print off our reports on the computer while she read on the couch. It took longer than I wanted and when I came back out of the room, she had fallen asleep. I gathered away her books that were surrounding her and picked her up into my arms. She snuggled into my chest, and I kissed her forehead. As I laid her down in my bed and watched her settle into the comforter, I knew I was head over heels. I still laugh that she murmurs 'Chest Pillow' every moment she lays her cheek on my pecs. I wasn't kidding when I named her lips almost the exact same thing. They mold to me, knowing exactly whom they belong to.
We've been coasting along the river, toward the lake enjoying the scenery. Charlie was right; it almost doesn't seem real. I look over at my beauty, and she is at peace. With the pressures of the real world, I've only ever seen her like this a handful of times, mostly when she's cooking or in my arms. But right now, it's like nothing else exists to her except this bubble we have created for the weekend. Her head is tilted back like the first night we officially met, hair bright in the sun, and I remind myself for the millionth time how lucky I am that this woman is my angel. I bet if she opened her eyes, they would be as green as the trees around us.
She's amazing inside and out. Her love of her community, especially her family shows her warm and caring heart. She's smart as a whip and kicks my ass in pool. She'll work hard on a project until she gets it right. She loves my dogs as much as she loves her own little goofball. She gave my closest friends a second chance and embraced them into her circle.
Needing to tell her over and over, I call out to her, "Hey babe!"
She seems to have come out of the trance she was in and looks over at me with a full-blown smile.
"You raaang?"
Good lord, her voice still gets to me.
"I love you."
Her cheeks flush and her eyes take on a shimmering jade glow. Yes, I said shimmering because that's what they're fucking doing so don't judge me.
"I love you, too. That's not going to distract me from winning our bet, though!"
She starts paddling away from me as she laughs. It takes me a second to regain my wits from hearing those words fall from her lips again, plus her competitive side slicing through, too. I start paddling to catch up with her, and she actually seems shocked when I'm right next to her. Like I'd actually not catch up to her. I will always catch her.
Her face is red either from exertion or being sunburnt. I don't have any pictures here in South Carolina for Charlotte to see, but I went to summer camp in Michigan where we had water sports. I loved kayaking and canoeing. The guys and I took several trips throughout college and after we gr
aduated for guys camping weekends before life got in the way.
I grab onto her kayak to steady us both. "Babe, did you really think you were the only who was a kayak champ in their day? I saw the pictures in your room."
Instead of answering, the woman splashes me from the edge of her oar and takes off paddling again! The gall of my angel.
Oh is she in for it now.
We've been paddling through the river and across the lake toward the mini island I saw on the map. She docks on the sand before me, thinking she’s has won our little bet. If I have to do a strip tease for her to see that heart-stopping smile, then so be it. Her eyes get little gold flakes, making them a dark bronze over the previous green, which tells me she is turned on just by the thought of me getting naked.
We enjoy our lunch of deli sandwiches and chips while rehydrating in the heat. We've both taken our life jackets and t-shirts off to take in a little sun. She looks sinful in a navy chevron printed bikini that sets off her ever-present golden skin. I take the purely selfish opportunity to slather some extra suntan lotion on her smooth shoulders, kissing down each side as I go, and watching the goose bumps rise in their path. We lay back on the thin picnic blanket I brought with us, and I pull her into my arms.
We fall into an easy conversation about her dreams for her own restaurant.
"I still like the idea of starting out with a bakery and maybe some catering for the community center until I can find the perfect space and gain more customers. I know I have some of Mom's friends and your coworkers backing me, but there is the rest of the community and the tourists when they pass through town. Word of mouth is the biggest hurdle. Even if they know me, they can hate the food and spread the word all over town. Even the state."
"Babe, you have no idea how proud of you I am. You know I'll help you in any way I can. I know there are more people than you think ready to stand beside you knowing what a fantastic chef you are. You are not a cook, you're a chef, and you will get your place someday. You have an entire Chicago fire station ready to come visit and try your food thanks to my Dad's bragging."
Laughing at me, she chides, "Your dad hasn't even tasted my food."
She opens her mouth then shuts it, like she's afraid of what she wants to say next.
"Babe, whatever you want to say, you know you can be honest with me.”
Her chest rises and falls deeply. "I hate to ask this and bring on a strange conversation, but your parents and friends never supported Kelly like this? Wasn't she trying to launch her career, too? I mean you were engaged to her after all."
I take a deep sigh that actually kills the hard-on I've had almost all day. "Hers was all about her own image and no one else. She tried to sleep her way through the higher ups. She didn't care that she hurt my family or me with her cheating and superficial lifestyle. When I first met her, I didn't really notice. I was into sports, graduating, and my friends. It wasn't until I was working my butt off barely rising through the ranks for a few years and she had already made senior associate at her PR firm with minimal work that things started to get suspicious. I went to surprise her for lunch one day, and the security guard told me she was barely at the office. I did some small investigating and found out she was either tanning, getting her nails done, at lunches with her friends, or hair appointments. It wasn't until her firm's anniversary party that I caught her in her boss' office after she had 'gone to freshen up' and had been missing for over twenty minutes. I demanded her ring back, left the party, and cut her out of my life."
Charlotte gives me a lingering kiss on my chest. My body reacts every time, and my skin is on fire even in the sunlight. Any anger I had at the memory is completely forgotten. I had gotten over Kelly instantly, which tells me I never had true feelings for her. It was the betrayal alone that continued to annoy me. I know the feelings I have for Charlotte are more than I could imagine having in my life. Her somber voice tears me from my thoughts when she places her chin on my chest to look up at me.
"I'm really sorry you had to go through that. I know it's mean, but I'm glad you finally saw her for who she is. It seems you grew up and she didn't."
"Yeah, everything was still one big college party to her. She was bugging my friends for a while after I called things off because I refused to talk to her. She was especially pissed because I demanded the ring back, and then sold it to rescue Nike and Zamboni and make sure they had everything they wanted. Once things got less dramatic, I found out about the program Sterling offered and figured I'd give it a try. Luckily, no one close to me has heard from her in about two years, and this program was the best thing that ever happened to me. I would have never found you had I not moved."
She takes her head off of my chest and leans in for a kiss. It quickly turns heated as she straddles my hips. My board shorts do nothing to hide my arousal from her. My hands roam up to the back of her neck and mid-back to untie her bikini top. I grab it and toss it to the side to feel her smooth skin on mine. Her hips grind against me doing absolutely nothing but teasing me.
Her hair is covering both of us like a wall, hiding the rest of the little island away. We didn't spot any other campers on our drive here, but that doesn't mean they won't be roaming around the lake. There's a part of me that wants to stop because of the lack of privacy, but this woman is a siren. I can feel her hardened nipples brushing onto my chest, making my hips jump into her center, and releasing the sexiest moan from her lips.
She leans back to undo my shorts. Once she gets the ties off and springs out my dick, I'm even harder for her knowing we're in this wide-open space. She takes her small hand and wraps it around the head stroking all the way to bottom and back up, making my eyes roll back inside my head. I fucking love when she plays with the tip of my dick because the palm of her hand just grazes over the most sensitive spots and it sends a wave of need to every inch of my body.
My eyes manage to open again and get heated watching her other hand massage my balls. I finally bring myself to look at my angel, and her face is etched in pure unadulterated lust. She licks her lips as if my whole body was the last drop of water in a year-long drought. I reach my hands up to tug on her hardened rose-colored nipples that just beg for me to suck on them. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands every time.
Our moaning is quiet because of the surroundings, but nothing can stop us from savoring each other now. I can't take not tasting her skin. I rise up and push her down to the blanket and wrangle those teeny shorts and bikini bottoms off of her. Watching Charlotte get comfortable and confident while naked in front of me is one of the most beautiful sights in the world. She was shy at first, hiding behind a brave exterior, but I worshipped her body until she saw otherwise.
I kiss down from her neck to navel, having stopped to suck on each nipple. Her hips rise a little asking for me. I can't deny this woman any part of me. Luckily, for both of us, I stashed a condom in my pack. I reach over and grab it as she's clumsily pulling the rest of my shorts off of me.
After I roll it on, I decide to turn the tables a bit and tease her. I graze two of my fingers over the outside of her drenched pussy, just enough to see goose bumps rise on her skin. She puts both hands on each side of my face.
"Matt. Please. Don't tease me. I'm already so wet."
I kiss her hard. "Your wish is my command, my love."
And with that, I take her once again.
Our kayaking back to the campsite is soft paced. We don't race, and we don't miss a moment of the nature that surrounds us. I know we can do this again someday and as often as we'd like if we found the time, but there is nothing like that first weekend away together.
After we spend another night in front of a fire and enjoying each other's company, we reluctantly head back to Aiken to deal with the reality of exams. We make it back to my house still sweaty, smelling of salt water, and evidently, some mud has been stuck to us since yesterday. I think our first order of business before studying is a long, hot ass soak in my tub and some food.
We throw everything in the garage and run straight to the bathroom. Charlotte looks longingly at my tub. I know she loves the big Jacuzzi style of it, and I plan on taking care of her beautiful body. While the tub is filling up with her favorite bubble bath, I take the opportunity to undress her. I pull her purple tank off and peel those cut-offs down her creamy legs. She's standing before me in a navy halter bikini top and tiny bikini bottoms that make her ass look fucking amazing.
She yanks my workout shirt over my head and takes her time rubbing her hands over my chest and abs. It never gets old having her hands on me. She's pretty much ripping my board shorts off me as I'm untying her bikini on the sides of her hips and behind her back. The scent of her favorite bubble bath and her arousal stands out among everything else.
She laughs as I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I step over the edge of the tub and get us settled in as the water fills around us. Her moaning is already getting me hard again.
"Oh my lord, that water feels good. Thank you for using my favorite bubble bath."
"Honey, you know I'll take care of you. Turn around and sit up a bit."
I knead her muscles from holding her own in our kayak race yesterday. Her skin got slightly singed by the late afternoon sun, as did mine, so I'm careful not to hurt her while scrubbing us down. I pull her back against my front, feeling her wet skin against mine. Damn I love this woman.
She's resting her head against my shoulder, rubbing her hands up and down my legs. Fuck that feels good. I'm sure she can feel my dick poking her in the back. She's wiggling her ass into every hard inch, and this teasing isn't going to help relieve either of us.
"Charlotte, if you keep this up, I'm gonna slide right into you."
"Well, maybe I want you to. Your hands feel incredible, but I need all of you."
Rubbing my hands over the top swells of her breasts because I know it drives her nuts, I rock into her a bit more, and nibble on her earlobe. Her breaths are coming in shorter pants, telling me she's already on edge.
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