Chapter 18 Ashton #2
“Nah, ain’t nobody gotta help the bear. They’ll be on their way to Oz looking for a damn heart and some courage fucking with me.”
“Oh my gosh. You’re so corny.” She laughed.
I reached out and tipped her chin up so that she could look into my eyes. “So is that a yes or no for our camping trip tonight?”
“That would be a yes,” she replied quietly.
I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. After kissing her gently, I whispered against her lips, “Good.”
“It’s cold out here, and I’ve got a sleeping bag liner and a down jacket on.”
“The fire will warm us up soon. Just relax.”
“Don’t you guys have to pamper yourselves for like three nights before a game or something? Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep indoors?” she joked.
I laughed. “You’re worried about the wrong thing. I’ve got this on lock. I know what I’m doing.”
“Mm . . . You’re gonna really let me freeze my ass off out here?”
“Nah, I got a plan for you. C’mere.”
“What?”
“Bring ya ass over here,” I demanded, patting the inside of my sleeping bag.
She laughed. “No. We’re not both going to fit in there.”
“You underestimate ya man.”
“I don’t recall saying that you’re my man.”
“Not yet, but you’ll come to your senses soon.”
“How are we going to both fit in there?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”
“Said every man trying to get in a woman’s pants.”
“At least you know my motives. Now get your ass over here,” I commanded.
“Ohhh.” She groaned. “I’m going to freeze even more if I get out of my sleeping bag.”
“You trust me?”
“Yeah, but . . .”
“There’s never a ‘but’ in trust.”
She sighed, threw her arm over her forehead, and unzipped her sleeping bag.
We had been out here for a couple of hours.
The first hour we spent putting up our tent and getting our accommodations in order.
We had eaten dinner in the house, so we spent our second hour eating dessert and watching videos on our phone.
When she yawned and said she was ready to go to sleep, I had other thoughts in mind. I let her get her little ass in that single sleeping bag, but no sooner than she started wiggling and whining, I knew it was only a matter of time before she would be in mine.
Chanel slid inside of my duo sleeping bag and backed up against me. “Heeeyy! You don’t have any underwear or pajama pants on. When did you do that?”
I chuckled and grabbed her around the waist. I held her tight when she tried to climb out. “When I first got in. Clothes only trap the cold in.”
“You have lost your damn mind.”
“You trust me?”
“Yeah. What’s that got to do with the cold?”
“I can show you how to get warm,” I explained, tugging at her leggings.
“Uh-uh. Don’t you dare take these pants off me, boy.”
My dick flexed against her ass. “That feel like it belong to a boy to you?”
“Ohhh.”
“Right . . . Wait, your ass got on two pair of leggings?”
“Well, it was for bed. I wanted to be warm,” she whined.
I pushed her from her side onto her back. I moved in position over her with my elbows planted by her ears. “You trust me?”
“If you keep asking me that, I’m going to wonder if I should. But yeah.”
“Then let me show you.”
I reached down and jerked down her two pairs of leggings to her thighs before she started shimmying them down to her knees. It took some wrestling, but I ended up in between her legs. “Wrap your legs tightly around me, baby.”
“This is gonna be awkward.”
“This is gonna be fun,” I countered when I finally slid inside of her.
“Ohhh, shit, Ashton. You’re right.”
“And if nothing else, li’l mama, we’re about to heat this sack up.”
I rocked deep up into her, and she tightened her legs around me as she shifted up. I pressed her hair back from her forehead, sucked on her sweet lips, and ground against her. She was wet, tight, and hot. Sliding inside of Chanel was like sliding against wet silk.
We had discussed our sexual history after the first time we were together without protection. She admitted that it was a bit wild of her not to consider protection, especially with me being a married baller with allegations of infidelity hanging around.
But after we shared our status, we had no further questions or concerns. I knew that she wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, but we discussed the possibility anyway.
Chanel slid her hands underneath my down jacket, shirt, and T-shirt until she was able to drag her nails across my back.
I thrust into her harder in the tight confines of the sleeping bag.
Our grunted groans and huffs sounded very primal in the wild.
We may have been in my backyard, but we were in the mountains, and we weren’t too far from nature.
Bears had been known to travel down around my cabin in the spring and summer. I made sure to put all food away and secure our trash containers. But I wasn’t about to tell her little ass that, not when her pussy felt so good wrapped tightly around me like a protective wrapper.
“Oh, damn. Oh, shit. Oh, Asssshhh!” she screamed as she leaked all around me.
It seemed the louder she wailed, the more turned on she became, which turned me on. I shot wild all inside of her, and it felt good to do that and not worry about having a child. Everything about Chanel just felt good to my soul. She was the healing balm I needed after years of pain and sorrow.