Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Tony took his sweet time, a stand-off as I fiddled with the button of my fly while waiting for his go-ahead.
“Do it,” he finally ordered, voice a harsh noise in the still forest.
I skimmed out of my shorts, kicked off my hiking boots, and gleefully waded naked into the cold shallow creek. The water was welcomingly bracing on such a warm day, and I motioned him closer. “You too.”
“I didn’t bring you here to fool around skinny dipping.” Tony was hardly convincing, especially when he went ahead and pulled off his faded black army T-shirt.
“The hell you didn’t.” I beckoned him again with a crooked finger. “And it’s more like skinny wading.”
“The better to see your ass.” Quickly shedding his own hiking boots and shorts, Tony came up behind me in the creek to grope my ass. Despite my crack about sunscreen, the nearby trees provided enough shade that I wasn’t too worried about either of us burning. Or at least not from the sun.
Burning up from lust seemed far more likely. Tony naked was a thing of beauty, like a painting in an Italian cathedral. His Mediterranean good looks were complemented by his lush black hair, gently threaded with silver that glinted in the sun. His full mouth inspired all sorts of sinful thoughts, and his lean, strong muscles spoke to a life of physical activity. He had a little more body hair than me, and I splashed water on him for the sole purpose of watching the droplets roll down his fuzzy chest.
“Hey!” He made a startled noise before bursting out laughing and splashing me in return.
“Oh, it’s on.” I kicked at the rushing creek to send a wave of water his way. We played around, splashing, kicking, and roughhousing like we were teens. I felt buoyant as a beach ball and free as a fish, a giddiness inside me that kept escaping in near-giggles. Fooling around like this, naked in the sun, was pretty much perfect.
And then Tony pulled me in for a deep kiss, water rushing around our calves, cocks finally taking an interest in the proceedings, and that was true perfection. He kissed me like I might be the only thing keeping him from being swept downstream, clinging to me as he sucked and nipped at my lips.
We kissed until we had goosebumps from the cold water and ragged breathing from the kissing and touching. We stumbled back to the creek bank, and naturally, Sergeant Prepared had an outdoor blanket in his backpack—nylon on one side and quilted plaid flannel on the other.
“Fancy,” I teased as he spread it under the tree where we’d left our backpacks.
“Figured we might need a rest…or something.”
“Or something.” I stretched out on the blanket, yanking him down next to me. “Come here.”
“I’ve never done this.” He gave an uncharacteristically nervous titter.
“Fooled around naked outdoors?” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Me either.”
“Not just that. I mean sex that feels more than recreational. Like fun, but on a different level?” He wrinkled his face, mouth twisting and brow furrowing. “I’ll shut up now.”
“Don’t.” I stroked a hand down his almost-always bristly jaw. “I get it. And it feels like that to me too. Fresh and new and different in ways I can’t explain.”
“Yeah.” He kissed my forehead. “Guess we can be lost together.”
“I trust you to get us back home in one piece.” I looked deeply into his brown eyes. “That. That’s the difference, at least for me. I trust you.”
My heart hammered as I gave voice to my earlier realization.
“Me too.” Tony opened his mouth like he might be about to say more, but I silenced him with a hard kiss. I wasn’t sure I could bear liking him more than I already did. I kissed him until we were both back to breathing hard and clutching at each other, all conversation long forgotten.
I started to slither down Tony’s torso, but he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, I was going to blow you. No fair beating me to it.”
“There’s a way we can both win.” I grinned up at him. “Scoot onto your back, and we can sixty-nine. Use your hand to control my cock. And don’t feel like you have to deep-throat or anything. Just licking or sucking the tip is fine.”
“Just the tip.” He snort-laughed as he followed my directions while I flipped around. I hadn’t done this particular act very much, so I hoped I didn’t accidentally choke Tony or forget what I was doing the second his tongue touched my cock.
With that in mind, I tried to get ahead of my nerves by licking a broad stripe down his cock, gratified by his answering moan.
“Race you.” I winked at him over my shoulder before getting down to business. If I could get him off first, so much the better. I truly loved going down on him, and outdoors like this simply added to the pleasure, the sun warming my back and ass as I sucked his cock with a slow and steady rhythm.