I duck and catch the other tit in my mouth, tongue working the tip, beard scraping the soft skin around it, and her fingers curl in my wet hair and hold me there near trembling.
"God, your mouth," she breathes.
I squeeze both of her sweet tits with my big hands.
"Garrett, over here," she murmurs between gasps, gesturing toward the bank with her head, where a wide smooth rock slopes into the water, moonlit and glassy. I walk us to it, the creek dragging at my thighs, pulling her along with me, my cock bumping up against her body with each step.
I lift her clean out of the water and up onto the surface of the stone, and perch that perfect ass on rock still warm from a day of Texas sun.
“Spread those sexy thighs for me, darlin'."
She leans back a little and spreads her legs, knees dropping wide, andChrist—there she is. The moon throws enough light to see her pink and glistening and prettier than anything I've laid eyes on. Those sweet, tender folds parted, droplets of water and her own slick clinging to the insides of her thighs.
I push her knees even further out and lean in.
The first pass is slow—tongue flat, hungry, right up the middle—and the sound she makes has my cock throbbing.
Then I settle in, working her the way I've been fantasizing about. She's salt and sweet and creek water, and she's shaking before I've really gotten started.
Her fist finds my hair. Her other hand clamps over her own mouth because camp isn't far and she's trying to be quiet, but hell….I'm not going to make it easy.
I curl my tongue, seal my mouth over her, andsuck…her whole body bowing off the rock. I don't let up. I work her until she’s writhing, making sure to lick, suck, and tease every deep delicious part of that pussy.
It takes maybe a minute for her to tremble like mad, thighs trying to clamp around my ears, but I keep them open as I take what I want from her decadent flesh.
Her back arches higher off the stone with an orgasmic cry, her hand muffling the moans and screams I'll hear in my head every night for the rest of my life.
Finally, I ease her down, kissing the inside of her thigh and the soft curve of her stomach. When I finally lift my head, she's got her eyes half-closed and that loose, wrecked look on her face that I put there.
I get up out of the water onto the bank, and she slides over next to me. I kiss her neck, right under her jaw, and I feel her pulse hammering against my lips.
Then her small hand moves down to wrap around my straining cock.
I let out a long groan.
She strokes me slowly, from base to tip, pressing her mouth near my ear, saying things—filthy soft things about what she's wanted since the forge, about how hard I was against her last night, about everything she wants to do to me—and that’s it.
One more roll of her fingers over my slick, aching tip and I’m coming.
I hold onto her shoulder as my body jerks and shakes, cock shooting hot seed over her hand and my hips.
I gasp and groan….
“God yes, baby…that’s it. Drench us…” she says, in that sultry drawl.
She kisses my temple once I’m thoroughly spent.
We slip back in the water to clean up.
She's got her arms loose around my neck, her cheek against my jaw. The creek moves around us. Somewhere up the bank a whippoorwill starts up. My heart is doing something slow and loud that I can feel everywhere.
"I haven't felt likemyselfin a long time," I hear my voice say.
She just looks at me and smiles, turning her head and pressing her mouth to my jaw, right on the scruff.
"I’m glad I could bring you back,” she whispers. “It would be a shame to live the the rest of your life as someone else. Because I’m falling forthisversion of you.”
Something bright and dangerous blooms behind my ribs, and surprisingly, I’m not trying to quash it.