Chapter 6
Iris
The kiss is blazing hot, just like it was last night. The chemistry between us is so heated that my senses are exposed to the raw heat of it all. I suddenly realize that I'm losing myself in his embrace. Our tongues battle for supremacy as I stand on my tip toes and put my arms around his neck.
The intensity of the kiss is earth shattering and I find myself climbing Harrison as if he were a tree. I'm literally hanging off him, with my legs around his waist. He backs me up against a tree and continues to kiss me in a way that is erasing every recent memory I carry in my head.
When he stops, I'm all out of breath, but thankfully so is he. He puts me back down on my two feet, but I can't seem to let go of him.
"Are you okay?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure."
"Let's sit down and…"
"No. Harrison, I want you. I don't want to make small talk right now. I don't want to play games."
I finally let go of him and stand on my own. I take off my t-shirt and unbutton my shorts. Harrison doesn't seem to be able to take his eyes off me as I undress in front of him. My little strip show seems to have an effect on him because I see the front of his pants start to tent.
Now I'm completely naked in front of him and feeling more than a little vulnerable. I reach for his pants and he lets me as he takes off his own t-shirt. I bring his shorts down along with his boxers and am pleasantly pleased as his hard cock springs out in attention.
Before I can kiss him again, I see him check something on one of his bags and the man must be a boy scout because he's got a blanket and places it on the floor next to our picnic. I lie down next to him and start exploring his chiseled body with my fingers.
"You're a work of art, Harrison."
"It's just a result of the job."
I place kisses on his abs and run my fingers up and down his chest. His breathing is fast, letting me know he's as excited as I am right now.
I follow the happy trail from his stomach to his cock and take it in hand.
I place a kiss on the head and lick at the precum already forming in the tiny slit.
When I feel him shiver, I take the whole head inside my mouth, sucking as hard as I can. He is absolutely delicious, perfectly salty and savory. I let go of his head and start licking him up and down like an ice cream. His cock throbs in response to all the attention I'm giving it.
It's not long before I feel his balls start to tighten, and that's when he takes over.
"Not like this, angel. Come up here and sit on my face so I can return the favor."
I only get to gasp when his strong arms pick me up and sit me down where he can easily reach and eat my pussy. All I can hold on to is the blanket that goes over his head. I'm worried I'm going to smother him when he pinches my ass.
"What's that for?"
"Let yourself go. I can breathe perfectly fine from where I am. Give me this, my angel."
I allow myself to relax, and immediately I can feel his tongue working my slit up and down, teasing my clit and going all the way to my entrance. It's the most delicious torture I've ever received, and the more I let myself go, the closer I am to the edge of the precipice.
Harrison is like a starved man, eating me as if he hasn't eaten in days. His tongue is so talented, pretty soon I'm riding his face to get to my orgasm. When he starts sucking my clit, I explode. I don't let him go until I'm practically collapsed on top of him.
Somehow he pulls me back down and settles me between his legs. His cock is still hard, but it's all about me right now. My body is trembling and loose, and my legs don't seem to respond to my commands.
"Oh God, that was amazing."
"You taste delicious, my angel."
"No one has ever gone down on me before."
"Then expect it every day for the duration of your stay."
He gives me that bright smile of his that could light up a room, and goddamn it if I'm not falling a little bit in love with him right now. I hide my face in the crook of his neck as our breathing starts to slow down.
"Would you ever leave this place?"
"Are you asking for a specific reason?"
"Just wondering."
"I go by the old adage that home is where the heart is. I'll always follow my heart."
I kiss his bearded cheek and inhale deeply of his scent. Pine and the woods. That's what he smells like. I lift myself up and straddle him, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards my entrance. His eyes are bright with mischief as I slide down to claim him.
He groans when he's fully inside me, but I'm a girl with a mission. I start slowly, feeling every inch of his coming and going inside me. His hands are on my hips, not guiding me, just acting like an anchor so I don't lose my rhythm.
His eyes constantly search my face to see if I'm enjoying him as much as he's enjoying me. This man worries about my pleasure before his, and I find that oddly attractive. I increase the speed of my movements as my climax grows near.
The problem is, I just can't seem to get there. I need more. More friction, more of his presence. I need him on top of me, taking me, making me his.
"Harrison, I need…"
It's like he's reading my mind, he flips us in a move I don't quite understand, and now I'm pinned by his weight, his forearms caging my face. All I can think of and feel is him. This is what I need right now, and as he starts thrusting deep inside me I let go of myself completely.
My legs go around his waist, this time making sure he knows he belongs to me as well. His movements are hard and fast and I feel like I'm being nailed to the forest floor. I don't mind. The intensity of his movements get me closer and closer until I burst.
I scream his name into the lake and let my moans escape as he rides out my orgasm. I squeeze him tight with my legs and he follows with his own release. I can feel his hot jets of cum paint my womb. It's like nothing I've ever felt before.
He collapses on top of me, but I don't mind his weight. I welcome it. He places a kiss on my lips and then flips us over again so that I'm stretched out over his body. The position is intimate and vulnerable, but also feels right, the way it never has before.