19. Grayson
Chapter 19
Grayson
“Isn’t this the life?” I ask Carlee as I lift the perfectly golden-brown marshmallow off the flame, bringing it toward her.
“It sure is,” she answers with a breathy sigh. She’s nestled sideways on my lap in front of the campfire, with a graham cracker lying ready in each palm. There’s a square of chocolate sitting on top of the one in her right hand as she awaits the last component of her smore. “I know I’ve already said it, but thanks for bringing me here. I’ve never been on a vacation before.”
That statement makes me so sad. This will be the first of many for her. I’m going to make it my mission in life to give her everything she’s missed out on.
“It’s been my pleasure, sunshine.” I use my free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, so I can place a chaste kiss on her neck, letting my lips linger for a beat.
I’ve loved our time together, maybe we can make this a regular thing… bring our kids here one day. Oh, that’s right, she doesn’t want to procreate. My stomach drops at the thought. I always saw kids in my future, I’d be an aw esome dad just like my father was, but if I had to choose between having a family, and Carlee, I’d pick her any day of the week.
I watch as she squishes it all together and brings the smore to her mouth. I swear this is about her tenth one. Luckily, I came prepared for her huge appetite.
We’ve had the best day; she’s taken to the outdoors like a pro. After setting up camp, we collected firewood, where I managed to show off my excellent ax-wielding skills as I chopped some of the bigger pieces into smaller ones. She got all hot and bothered as she watched on, I caught her fanning her face more than once.
After lunch, we went for a long hike and explored the area further.
“Mmm,” she moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I’ve been on my best behavior all day, but I’ve just about reached my limit. I plan to rectify that as soon as we’re hunkered down for the night. Knowing Carlee and her love of food though, that could be damn hours away.
This place has always held special memories for me, even more so now I’ve got to experience it with her.
After taking the last bite, she brings her hand toward her face to lick the gooeyness from her fingers, but I intercept it, sucking the tips of her digits into my mouth.
“Smores taste so much better mixed with you,” I tell her.
There’s heat in her eyes as she watches me. “Is that so?”
Leaning in, she runs her tongue along my bottom lip and I drop the stick I’m holding, snagging her around the waist and bringing her body closer so I can kiss the everloving shit out of her. I have a one-track mind whenever she’s in my presence .
My chub is digging into her hip, as my tongue fucks her sweet mouth. My dick is jealous, he wants a turn.
When we finally come up for air, I rest my forehead against hers. “You want another one?” I’m already reaching for the box of crackers beside my chair because I know the answer will be a resounding yes.
My dick will have to take a back seat because I can’t deny this woman anything. She’s waited her entire life to taste a smore, so she deserves them all.
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Her answer makes me bark out a laugh. I’m never sure what’s going to spew from that mouth of hers, and that’s half the fun.
This woman has me by the balls, but surprisingly I’m okay with that.
“Oh shit, what was that?” Carlee whispers into the dark.
“What was what?”
“That noise? It sounded like it came from outside the tent.”
“It’s probably just a wild animal, scouring the campsite for scraps of food. Don’t worry, I put all our supplies in the back of the Range Rover before coming to bed.”
“When you say wild animal… do you mean like a bear?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Oh, crap. Do you have a padlock we can put on the zipper of the tent? ”
“A padlock?” I ask, chuckling. “You do realize a bear has claws as sharp as razor blades. A padlock won’t keep him out if he wants in here, he’ll just tear straight through the fabric.”
“Oh my God, stop,” Carlee shrieks, whacking me in the gut.
“Jesus, what was that for?”
“You’re freaking me out.” She shuffles even closer and is now practically on top of me.
As amusing as this is, it breaks my heart to see her like this. I’m confident she has the skills to kill a man with her bare hands, but despite that, the traumatized little girl from her past is still in there lurking just beneath the surface.
“Babe,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. If there’s one thing she hates, it’s pity. “You’re safe, I promise.”
“How can you say that? Wild animals are unpredictable, that’s why they’re, you know, wild…”
Her small, delicate hand tightens its grip on my waist when we hear another rustling closer to the tent. “I may not have your skills, but I can handle my own. Besides I have an extra advantage.”
“And what’s that?”
“If the woman I love more than life itself, is threatened in any way, then that person, or in this case animal, wouldn’t stand a chance. I promised you that I’d protect you… that nothing would ever hurt you again, and I meant it.”
“Grayson,” she whispers.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I love you.”
My hand skims down her back, over her ass, and hooks around her leg as I drag it over my waist. We’re both lying naked on top of the sleeping bag after round one.
She moves her body over mine, and our mouths mesh together. “I love you too,” I say, slipping back into her heat. “More than I ever thought possible.” I wish we could stay here, cocooned in our little bubble forever. Grasping her hips, I lift her until only the tip of me remains inside. “You own every piece of me, Carlee. My body, my heart… my goddamn soul.”
We moan in unison as I leisurely drag her back down until I’m buried to the hilt. This time I want to take things slow. Well at least try to. Things don’t always pan out that way when we’re together like this. The wild beast inside me usually takes over and we end up fucking like animals. Filthy, dirty and so damn hot.
Raising her torso, she places her palms flat on my chest. Her perfect, round tits bounce as she starts to ride me like a rodeo bull. I push my head further back into the pillow, groaning loudly as my fingertips dig into the soft skin at her waist, my hips jerking up to meet her thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air.
So much for going slow…
And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. I rest my case.
“Gray,” Carlee weeps, literally weeps, as she frantically grinds her pussy against my pelvic bone chasing her own orgasm. My hands move down to clench her tight ass, spurring her on.
My cock thickens and my balls draw up as I give her everything I have. The loud and desperate cries that echo from the tent will probably scare off any animal in a one-mile radius .
“Sunshine,” I shout as her pussy spasms around my cock milking me of my release. My body is still convulsing from the aftershocks as she collapses onto my chest, totally spent.
I’m just starting to doze off when Carlee nudges me. She’s still sprawled out on top. I guess she doesn’t have the energy to move either.
“What’s that noise?” she whispers.
I grin into the dark. Here we go again. “What noise, babe?”
“Shh, listen.” The tent falls deathly silent, I’m pretty sure we’re even holding our breaths. That’s when I hear the hissing sound. “That… that noise. Can you hear it?” She’s whispering, but I don’t miss the alarm in her voice. “Oh, shit, Grayson… holy fuck, it’s a snake. There’s a snake in our tent.”
She pushes on my chest, leaping to her feet in one swift movement, and I bark out a laugh. She starts hopping, literally hopping from foot to foot; she’s worked herself into such a panic she doesn’t know which way to go. I tuck my hands behind my head, watching on in amusement.
She scoops up the flashlight I left near the entrance, turning it on. “Why the hell are you still lying there?” she screeches, shining it in my face. I move one of my hands from behind my head in an attempt to block out the blinding light. Crouching down, Carlee reaches for the zipper of the tent, ready to make her escape. She’s still butt naked. “Get up before it bites you, you idiot.”
“You sure you want to go out there?” I ask, not moving an inch. “What if the bear’s still outside?”
Gasping, she lets go of the zipper and stumbles back, causing her to land on her ass. Her frightened eyes dart around the inside of the tent. “We’re trapped. Cheese on a cracker, we’re so fucking dead.” This time I lose it, doubling over with laughter. “Grayson, this isn’t funny.”
“Come here,” I say, sitting up and reaching for her. It’s time I put her out of her misery, I’ve had my fun.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going over there.” She tries to tug her hand from my grip.
“There’s no snake, Carlee.”
“What?” Her wide and innocent eyes search my face for the truth… now I feel like a cad for letting it go this far.
“That noise is coming from the air mattress. I guess I fucked you so hard we sprang a leak.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.”
When I first heard the hissing sound, I wasn’t sure what it was, or where it was coming from, but since I was the one underneath, and Carlee was on top, I could feel the loss of pressure as it started to deflate.
Her eyes narrow and her lips flatten into a line when realization finally settles in. Without saying a word, she snatches up my discarded T-shirt from the floor, slipping it over her head.
“Where are you going?” I ask as she reaches for the zipper again.
“Outside… away from you. I’ll take my chances with the bear, asshole.”
“Carlee, wait. Babe, I’m sorry.”
She extends her arm, raising her flattened palm toward me. “Talk to the hand, mister, because I have nothing more to say to you.”
I bite back my smile as I spring forward and wrap my arms around her waist halting her from leaving. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, burying my face in her hair. She lets out a tiny growl but doesn’t try to fight my hold on her.
She’s so damn cute when she’s mad.