I give him a subtle head dip in acknowledgment as memories flood back to me.
“Ryan and I are going to put our gear away and maybe go for a hike. We'll see you guys later, right?” I lie through my teeth, given we have other plans.
In an obviously drunken state, they nod their heads.
Ryan appears behind me, causing me to jump; he tips his hat to them and says, “See you guys.”
Ryan and I trudge back to our campsite, his eyes twinkling with naughty intentions.
“I’ve got plans for you, baby,” he whispers darkly.
I glance at him, daring him with my eyes. “Oh yeah? They’d better involve two naked bodies and orgasms.”
He stops walking. “As opposed to what? Half-naked bodies?” He scrunches his face, egging me on to answer.
I laugh, throwing my head back. “The longer you take, the longer it’ll be until you see my naked body.”
“If that’s the case,” Ryan says and takes off into a full sprint.
Laughing louder while holding my stomach, I pick up my pace, but not enough to lose my breath, since Ryan will be adamantly waiting and ready. Our campsite comes into view, and as I guessed correctly. Ryan has already put the stuff away and is washing up with our wipes, clothes off, and naked. That’s one thing I love about him: he’s always true to his word.
As I approach, his eyes are heavy with hunger. Not wasting any time, I strip off my clothes and hold out my hand for the wipes. I step back from him so he can take in the view of the wipes sweeping over me. He drinks me in as if memorizing this moment.
After years together and getting to know each other intimately, the desire for one another has only grown.
“Get in the tent and lie on your back with your heels as close to your ass as possible. Spread your legs wide and place your hands above your head,” he commands me.
An immense need burns in my body as I do as he says and walk over to the tent, getting in and positioning myself exactly the way he told me to.
I hear him step in a few minutes after me. “Keep your eyes up,” he hisses deep with lust.
A cap snaps open, and a gel-like coolness trickles down my pussy, it smells like strawberries.
I whimper at the feeling, resisting the urge to move.
“Don’t move. I’m about to feast on my favorite meal,” he whispers and throws the bottle of lube to the side.
Moving his head between my legs, he takes one finger and spreads the cool gel up and down my slit. I wiggle with readiness and the sensitivity of it.
Starting near the left side of my pussy, he nibbles and licks, and I let out a low sound at the heat growing over me as he gets closer to my center.
He waits for a minute, studying my reaction. Then, he lowers his head down and glides the tip of his tongue across my pussy, teasing me with steady waves of pressure. I swallow thickly, my breathing becoming erratic.
His tongue swipes along my pussy, and he wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks on it.
My legs are shaking now. "Ryan, please!" I cry out.
He keeps going, increasing the pressure of his mouth around my clit, and I moan so loudly that it could rival a scream.
My body writhes as he alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue across my clit. His mouth could win awards.
My back arches, and I begin fucking his face ruthlessly as I feel the build expanding in my lower abdomen.
In the next moment, his tongue moves smoothly in and out of my hole, and I lose it. “Don’t stop, please, Ryan. I’m almost there,” I plead, my voice breaking.
He reacts with a quiet groan, pulling back. “Come all over my face, baby.”
His tongue is back on me, its heat radiating a burning sensation.
