Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
FAITH
T rue to his word, Travis’s eyes never stray as I scramble out of my Ariat jeans and burgundy floral tank top. I think long and hard about whether to take off my bra and panties, finally deciding to leave them on the shoreline.
After all, he’s got a point about having to dry everything afterward, and it’s so dark out here that I know he won’t be able to see much, even by the campfire’s flickering light.
I step into the water carefully, my right hand over my breasts and my left over the triangular patch of hair between my legs. I feel like a heroine out of a Renaissance painting, wading out into the springs until the water fully covers my breasts. “Okay, you can look now.”
“Thank goodness,” he says with a big smile, crossing the distance between us. I brace myself in shock for the feel of his naked body next to mine. But he breezes right by, heading straight for the bag of chocolate. True to his nature, Travis remains a jokester.
I let out a surprised puff of air, and he explains, “Sorry, but I have been jonesing for a Peanut Butter Cup ever since the gas station.” He unwraps one carefully, shoving the whole thing in his mouth with a happy moan. “I forgot how good these are.”
Giggling as I take in the scene, my head bobbles back and forth between his face and the bag. He raises a hand. “I know. I know. I should be more disciplined, but I haven’t had one of these in I-don’t-know-how-long. Best fucking cheat ever.”
I swim to the opposite side of the spring from him, resting my shoulders against the edge and relaxing in the hot mineral water. “This is like heaven,” I sigh.
He nods, shoving another Peanut Butter Cup in his mouth while nodding enthusiastically. “No, this is.”
“You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow,” I tease.
“Yes, but last time I checked, it’s tonight, not tomorrow. So, who cares?”
My heart races as I swim a little way towards him, chuckling. “Hold it there, cowboy. You’re eating all my candy.”
He licks chocolate from his fingers unashamed before asking, “What’s your pleasure, sugar?”
How do I begin to answer that?
Instead, I ask, “What’s in the bag?”
“Let’s see. Peanut Butter Cups, of course. Mounds, Butterfingers, and Red Vines.”
My voice catches in my throat as I realize he’s just listed all of my favorite candies in order of preference. Swallowing hard, I manage, “A Reese’s, please.”
“And what else?” He knows me so well. I can never stop at one.
“A Mounds, too.”
Grabbing the candies, he questions, “Mind if I bring them to you unwrapped? That way, I can keep all the wrappers in the bag?”
I nod. As a wildland firefighter, Travis ultimately works for the US Forestry Service, so he takes littering seriously. He heads out into the water towards me with the Mounds in one hand and the Peanut Butter cup in the other.
By the time he reaches me, he exclaims, “Shit, they’re melting.”
Between the heat coming off the springs and the warmth of his hands, it’s no wonder. I close the distance between us, trying to grab the Mounds from his hand. But it’s an ooey gooey mess.
“Want me to get you another—” He stops mid-sentence and watches as I dip my finger into the melted chocolate and lick it off.
“No, this is fine. I eat out of your hands all the time anyway.”
When we’re working together in the garage, and my hands are covered in oil and grease, he feeds me snacks—popcorn, sandwiches, apples, cheese sticks, you name it. And I return the favor when he’s working under the hood. Melted chocolate is a stretch, but I’m not picky.
His face is a shade darker. Clearing his throat, he intones. “Well, alright, then.” His eyes drink me in as I lick some melted chocolate and coconut directly from his fingers.
“Mmm,” I moan, letting the sweetness settle on my tongue. “They’re still good. Try it.”
“I already pigged out. These are for you.” His voice sounds strained as he offers his other hand to me, and I lick peanut butter and chocolate from it, too. As I spend more time on this hand, I realize my heart’s racing, and the tightness between my legs has turned into a throb.
Travis’s face looks drained of blood, and he can’t take his eyes off me as I suck his fingers in and out of my mouth seductively now. I savor the raw power of holding his gaze.
He growls, “You’ve … you’ve got it all over your mouth—” But instead of finishing the sentence, he pulls me urgently into him.
His lips cover mine. His touch ricochets between li ght and sensual, passionate and aggressive, stealing my breath and stoking the longing centered between my legs.
But he’s careful to keep distance between our bodies. He’s waiting for me.
My head spins, and my heart thrums as I wrap my arms around him, pulling myself against him. I exhale sharply, shocked by the electric feel of his hard body on mine. The way we fit together takes my breath away. As if my softness and his hardness perfectly complement each other.
I feel his thick arousal against my stomach, and he lets out a throaty growl as the nerves in my body light up like sparklers. My hands rove across his body, taking in the feel of his angular planes until the building desire between my legs grows too insistent to ignore.
He hoists me against him. I loop my arms around his neck and my legs go around his waist instinctively.
“No,” he says in a dark voice that’s not his own. “Not like this. I want to please you, Faith. This night’s all about you.”
Grasping me in his powerful arms, he walks towards the edge of the hot springs, stepping out into the chilly night air. Without hesitation, he takes me to the blankets laid out near the fire, and his naked body steams in the cool air. So does mine.
Lowering me back onto my feet, he commands. “Lie down.” I let out an involuntary whimper as his black eyes sweep over me like a ravenous wolf.
I drop onto my knees and slowly recline back, resting my head on a couple of still folded blankets. He doesn’t move an inch, and I continue to watch the heat swirl off his flesh as I take in his huge erect cock. He’s gorgeous, chiseled and polished to perfection, like a block of tan marble.
“I know I’ve been moving fast all night … about many things. But is this really what you want, Faith? Are you sure you want me to be your fi rst?”
We’ve never spoken directly about me being a virgin. But I guess like Jess, he’s figured it out.
I nod, my eyes filling with tears. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Relief washes over his face. But he stills his reaction, asking, “And you’re not going to regret it tomorrow or let people make you feel ashamed about us, right?”
I nod again. But it isn’t enough for him.
“I need to hear you say it, Faith. That you want to be with me, and you’re ready to let the whole world know it.”
“I’m ready, Travis. I want you, and I’m ready for everyone to know.”
“You have to know something about me.” He kneels down by my feet, sitting back on his heels and instantly gaining my full attention. “If you want me to be your first. Well, I also want to be your last. Your only, Faith. Are you okay with that?”
The warmth radiating from his soulful eyes infuses me with waves of love I’ve never experienced before. Wild, reckless, unconditional. “Yes, Travis. I want you to be my only, too.”
Travis parts my legs, his eyes unashamedly feasting on every inch of me. His fingertips brush lightly over my skin as he places gentle kisses on the inside and back of my knee. There’s a sensitive spot that makes me quiver as he traces kisses up my body.
I can tell by the small grin that crosses his face he’s taking mental notes, learning my body with his hands and mouth. He alternates between his hot lips and wet tongue until I’m shaking, and my hips tilt toward the night sky, demanding more from him.
“I want you to know I’m clean, and I brought condoms.”
“I’m clean, too,” I reply softly. “And I’m on the pill, so you don’t need to use a condom. ”
Surprise flashes across his face, and he looks confused.
I clarify, “I know a virgin on the pill sounds weird. But it helps regulate my hormones and my periods. I’ve been on them since I was a teenager.”
He nods, his face relaxing. “You know, I’ve never gone without a condom before or been with a virgin. So, you’re not the only one experiencing new stuff tonight.” He gives me a bashful grin, not something I’m used to seeing from him.
Travis draws closer to the white-hot heat centered between the top of my legs, and I let out a surprised cry as his warm breath and wet tongue circle my clit for the first time.
He puts a hand on my abdomen to hold me down and slowly strokes my pearl with his tongue as I dissolve beneath the feel of him.
His finger teases the entrance of my pussy as he strokes back and forth until I’m out of control with desire.
Sticking his head up between my legs again, he slowly licks off his pointer and middle fingers with a satisfied moan. “You taste amazing, baby. I’m already hooked on your perfect little pussy.”
His fingers slide deeper into my folds now as his tongue, lips, and teeth tease and flick me into weightlessness, as if I’ve left Earth’s atmosphere to float somewhere above space, time, the universe.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but my body needs more. Urgently. “Travis, please don’t stop,” I beg, moaning and arching my back and hips towards his face.
“That’s right, sugar,” he growls, “Grind that perfect pussy of yours into my face. I love the taste of your honey.”
“Yes,” I cry, heading over the edge of ecstasy as my hips shudder into his hand and face. But his tongue and fingers don’t stop until I relax completely beneath him, a panting hot mess of satisfaction.
He wipes his hand over his face, moving towards me as he lifts my legs, sinking the tip of his hot, hard cock into me. I let out a ragged sigh, my pussy swollen and sensitive to his every move. He’s too big for me. Way too big for me. There’s no way this will work.
Registering the shock on my face, he palms my cheek, saying gently, “You’re so tight, Faith. This is going to hurt both of us. But then it’ll get better … I promise. I’ll go slow and do everything I can to make it pleasurable for you.”
Pausing for a moment, he angles his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut before he starts moving little by little.
Putting his attention back on my clit with his thumb, he finds the perfect pressure and pattern to catch my attention.
And he leans forward, sucking my nipples one at a time, setting me on fire.
Teasing me until I can’t take anymore, he leads me toward the edge of another orgasm.
“That’s right, sugar,” he pants, moving methodically deeper with each thrust, taking me to the edge of intense pleasure and pain. As my need increases, my hips rise to meet him until my pussy spasms around him.
Seizing the moment, he plunges into me, and I let out a scream as desire and pain smack into me simultaneously. He pauses for a moment, reading my face before continuing.
He promises, “It’ll get better now.” His stroke deepens as his eyes claim mine, and his mouth frantically takes my lips again.
I’m still tumbling back to Earth on ecstatic waves of pleasure when he lets out a visceral cry.
I feel his hot release, and he holds me tightly, pulsing out his tremulous pleasure as I savor the feel of his hot, sweaty flesh against mine.
We lie in a tangled heap until our breathing returns to normal, and he asks softly, “Are you okay, Faith?”
I try to hold it together, nodding, but I can’t. Waves of emotion flood me all at once, and I burst into tears.
“Shh,” he croons, gently rocking me in his arms. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I tried not to, but there was no other way. ”
“It’s not that,” I sob. “I’m just feeling so much right now. All at the same time. It’s too much to take in.”
Concern washes over his face as he holds me. “Are they good feelings? Talk me through them, Faith. The best you can.”
“Yes, they’re good feelings. The best. It’s just a lot.”
Pulling me into his chest, he strokes my arm with one hand and runs the other soothingly through my hair. He starts to say something but then stops himself. I want to ask why, but I’m afraid if I open my mouth again, all that will come out are sobs.
I’ve never been so close to someone in my entire life. Never been this vulnerable or so wholly wrapped up in another person. I love him so much that I feel like I’m drowning, and the thought of ever losing him anguishes me.
If we could stay in this moment forever, everything would be perfect. But fire season could start as early as April, which means only a precious few weeks together.