“Give me your hands,” he demands.
I hold them out for him. He moves quickly, tying them behind my back tightly using some kind of rope he pulled out of his pocket.
Going right back to where he left off, he sucks and kisses my inner thigh repeatedly, teasing me as he gets closer to my pussy.
Using his thumb, he slides it up and down my slit. “So wet for me.”
Focusing his fingers on that little bud, he pinches it hard, and a loud moan escapes my lips.
Without warning, his tongue attacks my hole, moving in and out, making me wetter than I was before. His fingers remain on my clit, forcefully moving in circles with increased pressure.
Since my hands are tied up, I have no choice but to lean into him, and his tongue goes deeper inside of me.
I’m moaning desperately now. It feels so good, and I start unabashedly fucking his face.
His pacing only intensifies, and I can feel myself gaining momentum to that peak of euphoria, where everything blurs, and nothing else matters.
I start using his face aggressively, pushing myself further on him.
The sensation of an orgasm washes over me, and I moan so loudly that I’m glad we don’t have neighbors because they would have heard. Ryan doesn’t stop as I fuck his face, less forcefully as I ride out my pleasure.
Ryan looks up at me and smacks the side of my leg as he slowly lowers it to the ground. My legs wobble from the orgasm.
“How was that?” he asks as I slip on my panties, bra, and pants, forgoing my shirt since I worked up a sweat.
“Not too bad in your older age.” I flash a smile at him.
“I’m like a fine wine; I just get better as I age. And more importantly, I get to know your body even better. I’ve always been a quick study.” He leans back, looking cocky.
“There was a time when you didn’t even know where a clitoris was located,” I quip, wanting to get a rise out of him.
“Don’t even start; we could go down a long road of where you started and where you are now sexually.” He laughs. “Now get your sexy ass over here and kiss me so you can taste yourself on my tongue.”
Strolling over to him, I climb into his lap, turn his head with my hand, and kiss him fervently, savoring the taste of myself all over his mouth.
“Time to feed me,” I say, pouting at him.
He inhales sharply, looking offended. “When do I not take care of you, especially when it comes to feeding you?”
“You’re such a treasure, one of a kind,” I gleefully say back to him.
I head for the tent and climb in. I find one of Ryan’s large t-shirts, pull it over my head, and grab another one of my books and a blanket.
Just as Ryan is getting dinner set up to cook, I plop down in one of the chairs and get comfy, smiling to myself, thinking about this life I’ve made with him.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
DAY 4
“We have to get rid of her,” Georgia nags me as she follows close on my heels.
“I know, I know. How do you suppose we do that with our neighbors down the way?” I hold my hands out in the direction of Marley and Ryan’s camp. “We kill her, cut her up, save some meat in the cooler, and burn the rest. Whatever is left, we toss in the river.”
I ponder her idea, which, to be honest, doesn’t sound crazy.
I run my hand through my hair, gathering my thoughts, and say, “Now we just have to figure out when to do it.”
