I looked at the clock beside me. “We have five hours until we get woken up by the drums and our days are packed. We really do need to manage our sleep for the rest of the trip.”
“And then we go back to the real world.”
We both waited, silent for a few moments.
“Do it again,” I said breathlessly.
And he did, disappearing under the covers, sliding fingers inside me and applying his mouth until I bowed off the bed, just on the edge.
Then he disappeared, a breeze stirring around my heated body while he came back up. When he plopped down on the pillow next to me, we were both panting.
“Do I get to do this to you next?”
“Teasing me? Unlikely.” He grinned. “But you can try.”
He kissed me, told me how beautiful I was, how good I tasted, more sweetness until he decided it was time. Back down he went, and this time his attention was more focused. His tongue swirled, his fingers slipping in and pressing me exactly where I needed it.
I writhed against his face, the sheets slipping down and the cool air chasing goosebumps across my skin. The pressure buildup was intense, aching, and when he started to pull away, I clamped my thighs down. His breath ghosted my skin as he laughed between my legs.
“Shhh. Okay, okay,” he chanted.
When I relaxed, he dove back in and kept pushing me until my abdomen curled in and my body clenched around him, coming while great big waves of tension released through me.
Gently, he pulled his fingers out, then kissed his way up until we were eye to eye.
“You just have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
“At making you come, absolutely.”
He lay next to me while I caught my breath, and he let my hand wander down to his cock to grip it. He was hard and heavy, a bead of pre-cum dripping onto my fingers. The heat was intense, and in a bout of energy, I pushed him down, rising over him and slipping him into my mouth, just like he’d done to me, sinking right into the feel and taste of him.
And with a muffled cry, he came. I swallowed him down, gently sucking until he twitched and pulled me up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, that was embarrassing.”
“Well,” I said, cleaning my mouth off with my fingers, “Can confirm, you don’t taste like treacle.”
He laughed. “You didn’t believe me? Too bad for you.”
I slipped off the bed and immediately shivered in the cold. Alex followed, and we brushed our teeth side by side at the sink, eyes all over each other.
Back in bed, Alex let me settle in on my side and then curled around me. “That was perfect.”
13
The next fewdays passed by beautifully. The drives were entertaining and exhausted us every day. Every opportunity we had in the tent or in the back of the Jeep, we’d make out, saving the best for the end of the day, providing our own heat under the blankets.
I had an obscene number of photographs from the drives, but I had no idea if they were good enough yet; I hadn’t pulled out my laptop to check.
Finally it was our last day in Kruger. We had different flights booked back to London, and Alex offered to switch his itinerary to be with me.
“It’s fine, don’t go through the trouble,” I said as we rode on our way to the airport.
“Sick of me already?”
I pressed a kiss to his smooth cheek. “Not nearly. Your flight lands a few hours before mine, though, so should I come over to your place when I land?”
“Well, actually, er…” He looked at his watch and did some mathematical gymnastics. “Time zones, red-eye…I get in on Sunday?”
