38. Blake
BLAKE
So it turns out that Grady’s version of “savoring” is the most erotic, mind-blowing thing that has ever happened to me.
Keeping to his word, he kissed what felt like every inch of my skin.
He went down on me with slow, languid licks but pulled back just before I came, mumbling something about wanting to make it last.
It was sweet torture, and I loved every second of it.
He took his time sampling each of my breasts, sending me right to the edge with his masterful tongue, and then he stroked my pussy, inside, outside, his fingers working me until I begged him for release.
“Don’t stop,” I rasped. “Don’t you dare stop. Let me come. Pleeeease.”
His soft laughter against my neck was hot and beautiful, his mouth trailing down to my nipples, sucking one of them into his mouth while he circled my clit and finally took me right over the edge.
Scraping my nails across his shoulders, I writhed beneath his touch, my body igniting in a way it never had before. He captured my wailing moans, sucking them into his mouth while he slipped his fingers inside me, then cupped my trembling pussy.
“You want me?”
“I need you,” I whispered, out of breath and ready to beg all over again.
And he took me. He slipped into me, slow and smooth, his brown eyes beautiful in the soft lantern light.
I stared up at him, feeling that connection on a deeper level.
He was seeing my pleasure, drinking it in, grinding into me, his rock-hard body gyrating over me.
I ran my hands up and down his back, loving every inch of his body.
Tucking his hand under my knee, he encouraged me to wrap my legs around him, and I did, digging my heels into his steely ass cheeks and riding this languid wave.
I was enjoying this liquid pace, his smooth, easy strokes, and my body ignited all over again—a slow burn that built and rose, cresting over me as I whimpered and strained beneath him.
He moaned his approval, tucking his forehead against my cheek and rising right along with me. When he came, it was quiet and gentle; then he held me close, his arms wrapping under my shoulders, his lips pressing into the crook of my neck.
And that’s how we stayed, locked against each other. I lightly stroked the back of his head, staring at the tent walls and reeling.
I’d never had sex like that before. It was so intimate, so tender…
and it was making something in my chest glow.
It was an addictive feeling—I knew that in my core.
Thank God we still had three more days to go, because th is man inside me, he was something special.
I knew it the second we saw each other in that bathroom.
The connection between us was undeniable then, and it’s shifting to something entirely new now.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to let him go at the end of this, so I just cling a little tighter and force myself not to spoil this perfect moment with words.
I wake the next morning, the rising sun making the walls of the tent glow. Grady’s arm is still around me, heavy on my waist, and I can’t help my instant smile. We’re both naked, our bodies stuck together with a mixture of sweat and all the other juices we made together throughout the night.
Three times.
It was impressive, and my body definitely feels it.
But in all the good, right ways a body should feel when it’s completely sated.
Determined to make the next three days count, I roll over, kissing him awake and finding out what the plan is. He mumbles it in his sleepy, morning voice, and I can’t help that kick of excitement.
I love being out here in nature.
I love being with my bear.
And the next two days fly by as we hike and talk and laugh together.
We eat snacks and lunch in perfect spots, overlooking breathtaking vistas or surrounded by towering trees. He points out wildlife, and I wish for a long-range lens so I can capture the mountain lion in the distance and the bear we saw when we neared the river.
He kept me safe, and we crouched behind a boulder, watching the bear lumber along.
I whispered how I’d give anything for a decent camera, and once it was safe to keep moving, we spent the next few hours talking about photography and the posters on his bedroom wall.
He tells me about all the national parks he’s visited, and I pine for the same.
I pine for a lot of things as we hike these woods, desperately trying to ignore the growing warning in the back of my brain.
It’s nearly over.
Reality will be on you tomorrow, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
I try to ignore the thought, but those three words keep ringing in my brain on repeat.
It’s nearly over. It’s nearly over.
Paradise is about to come to an end, and I’d give anything to just stay out here in the wild…
Just a bee and a bear—the perfect pair.