When I break away, she gives me a small pout, and I reach up and grab her bottom lip. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make use of these later,” I promise her and kiss her hard, making her gasp and moan against my lips.
I almost burst at the seams, but I need to give her what her body desperately demands.
I return to my assault of kisses, starting at her neck, and trailing my lips and tongue all the way down to her breasts. I tug her bra down, and the snarl of pleasure that escapes my lips is feral as I look at her breasts. Perfection. She is utterly perfect in every way. Circling my tongue around her peaked nipple makes her scream out, silencing the music that’s filled the small tent. I work on one nipple with my mouth, and use my fingers to pull gently on the other. Her back bows off the bedding and she thrusts her hands into my hair, pushing my face harder into her breast.
Whatever she wants tonight, she gets.
I move my mouth to her other nipple, and bite down gently as my fingers circle the one I just left.
“Oh god, Spencer! Yes! Just like that!” Her legs tighten around me again as she yells out, grabbing my hair harder.
But I don’t want her to finish yet, I want to taste her orgasm. I make my way down, leaving trails of kisses down her stomach, and when I reach her waistband, she lifts her hips so I can take her pants off. I rub my hands over her bare legs, and notice the goosebumps that have covered them.
“Let’s get you under the covers, baby. I like my dessert nice and warm,” I wink at her when her jaw drops.
“Spencer!” She swats at me playfully before she situates herself under the heap of blankets.
I join her under the covers, picking up right where I left off. I slowly inch her lace panties down her body, kissing and teasing her gorgeously long legs with my mouth as I go. She helps push them all the way off, and I make my way back up, kissing her inner thighs and making her groan out in response.
I pause and my mouth hovers right above her entrance. Suddenly I’m second guessing myself. I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to disappoint her.
She runs a hand through my hair, and when I look up at her, she smiles at me, then runs her hand down my cheek. “Just do whatever feels natural to you. If you don’t like it, we stop. Deal?”
God, it would be so easy to love this woman.
I nod my head at her in understanding, then I turn my attention back to what I was doing before I started to chicken out. I run my fingers over her, searching for the spot that makes her tick. When I find it, she bucks her hips off the ground and moans words of encouragement while fisting her hands into my hair and pulling me further to her. I replace my fingers with my tongue. Licking her thoroughly and deeply while my fingers enter her and tease her from the inside until she’s screaming out my name and convulsing around me.
I could die from this. Listening to her pants and moans. I wish I could bottle up the taste of her, and listen to her scream my name on repeat for the rest of our lives.
“Oh my god,” she huffs out. Her breath comes in quick pants as she tries to catch her breath.
I can’t tell if I’m more turned on by her screaming my name the way she did, or by the fact that I brought this glow of pleasure to her. Either way, I’m basking in my own heady aftermath of what I just did.
“Spencer, that was amazing. Perfect even. I’ve never come that fast before,” she giggles and the sound is music to my ears. “You’ll have to give me a moment, I’m pretty sure my legs are made of jello right now. I can’t believe I let you give me an orgasm while Taylor Swift was playing. What the fuck, Spencer!” She laughs loudly and covers her face with her hands.
I move until I’m laying next to her, our faces mere inches from each other as I stroke her body softly with my fingers. “Keep covering this beautiful face of yours up and I’ll make you come twice.” I pull her hands away from her and flash her my best cocky smile. Which I hope looks just as cocky as I feel right now.
Phoebe flicks my nose, causing me to laugh loudly this time. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but if you give me another orgasm like that I won’t be able to keep my eyes open any longer.” She yawns loudly.
“Do you want to call it a night? We have to get up early tomorrow to meet everyone for breakfast.”
“Absolutely not,” she says, sitting up quickly. “It’s my turn now.” Her smile lights up the entire tent before she sneaks her way under the covers and takes me in her hand…then her mouth. The feeling is absolutely fucking mind-blowing and I let her take charge, while my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I didn't last long after that, much to my embarrassment. But I wouldn’t change a damn thing about this night. I’ve waited my whole life to share this moment with her, and it was even better than all of the fantasies I’ve conjured up in my head over the years.
We spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.
I wish I could end every night like this, with her breathing softly against me, her red hair sprawled out over my pillow, and her body pressed tightly against mine.
Sadly, I know that the morning will bring us back to reality, and my reality still includes secrets and lies that I can’t share with her. This might be our first, and last, night spent like this together. I pull her closer and kiss her forehead, whispering words of gratitude to whatever higher power is up there for letting us have this small slice of happiness, even if it’ll all be gone when the sun rises.
I’m jarred awake as Phoebe pushes her way out of the blankets. She unzips the opening of the tent quickly and rushes through it. I jump up and grab her boots and an extra blanket before running through the opening after her. The morning sun is blinding against my eyes as I try to find which direction she went. Raising my hand to block the bright rays, I see her hurling her guts out at the edge of the stairs leading up to the front door.
Quickly making my way over to her, I throw the blanket around her shoulders and drop her boots into the snow behind us. I rub circles on her back while she heaves repeatedly. She tries pushing me away, but her attempts are feeble and I refuse to leave her alone out here while she’s sick like this.
When a minute or two go by and she doesn’t puke again, I grab her from under her knees and cradle her to my chest, carrying her up the steps to the front door. I never locked it last night, and while I’d usually chide myself for being so careless, I’m okay with it for now because it makes carrying her into the house that much easier. I get the door open and set her gently on the couch, pulling the yellow throw blanket from the back of the couch and tucking it into her as best as I can.
I put my hand on her forehead, but I can’t gauge her temperature because we just spent the night in the damn Arctic. “What can I do? What do you need?” I ask her while frantically running my hands over her body, like I can somehow sense what’s wrong with her with just my touch.
