Her thrusts grow more erratic as she grinds herself into me, and I let my hands explore every single inch of her soft flesh before moving back towards her hips. I help as much as I can, pushing her deeper onto me as I buck my body toward hers.
I could take a moment, close my eyes, and relish in all the sensations, but I refuse to miss a single second of this. With the sun set and the only light around coming from the fire and a few small lanterns, she’s surrounded by a faint yellow glow, and God, if I died today, I would truly die a happy man.
The two of us together are nothing but a series of loud moans, cries, and whimpers. I know I’m close, but there’s no way I’m letting go without her coming first.
Luckily, her pussy somehow tightens around me, her nails digging into my chest as her back arches. Her eyes are closed as she lets out a loud cry, and her insides clamping down even tighter around me. I want to witness every single glorious secondof this, but the display only sends me over the edge, and I come along with her with a loud, satisfied grunt.
Our movements slow, before coming to a complete stop as her sweaty forehead drops onto my chest. Despite her having done the majority of the work, my body is spent, but I still manage to brush some hair aside and kiss the side of her temple.
I knew sex with her would be great, but even I couldn’t have prepared myself forthat. Did she just ruin sex for me with absolutely anyone else?
Yeah. I’m pretty sure she did.
After a night spent talking, and going another two rounds, the two of us passed out beneath the endless star-filled sky. Boone had told us we could stay for as long as we liked, and while I wasn’t sure if that meant all night into the morning, that’s exactly what happened.
The thick layer of blankets and pillows did their best, but my back is definitely feeling it. Still, I can’t remember a time when I woke up feeling better than I do now, especially as Hollis begins to stir in my arms.
I’m not sure whether it was the long day at the ranch or the lovemaking, but not only had she fallen asleep snuggled up in my arms with her head on my chest, we’re waking up in the exact same position. I don’t think either of us moved a single inch.
Hollis lets out the most ridiculously cute sigh as she lifts her head and looks around. The fire burned out long ago, leavingus with nothing but the glow of the stars, a couple of lanterns, and our phones for light. Not that it really mattered. Apparently when you get lost in a full-blown, lust-driven haze basic visibility isn’t all that important.
Now though, the mess we made is more than visible. It could be worse, but our boots and various items of clothing are scattered all along the bed of the truck.
“What time is it?” Hollis asks, her voice extra gravely.
As much as I hate doing it, I unwrap my arm from around her and reach for my phone. At least I know where that is, thanks to the condom run I had to make during the night that required flashlight mode. Pretty sure nothing would have cut our amazing night short quicker than tripping over something in the dark and twisting my ankle.
“It’s 5:15,” I read.
Sitting up, she stretches her arms above her head as the blanket falls to her waist. I can’t help myself. I stare taking in the gorgeous body I got so acquainted with last night.
“Okay, creep,” she says, tossing a pillow at me.
Unlike me, my reflexes haven’t seemed to have woken up just yet as it smacks me in the face.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckle, “but come on, can you really blame me?”
“As a matter of fact, I can,” she huffs, pulling the blanket up to cover herself as she pretends to be mad, even if the half-smile she’s wearing betrays her true feelings. “So much for thinking you were a gentleman.”
“I don’t know, I thought I was quite the gentleman last night,” I smirk, as my eyes slowly trace down her blanket-covered body. “And what are you trying to hide anyway? I’m pretty sure I not only saw every inch of you last night, but tasted and touched it, too.”
Her lips twitch, before doing what she can to push away all traces of amusement.
“You remember what I said last night though, right?” she asks, her demeanor finally growing serious.
“Which part? The part where you said you needed me or the times you said—”
Another pillow slaps me in the face.
“I’m being serious,” she scolds, even if she’s laughing as she says it.
“Don’t worry. I remember everything you say, but I get it. This isn’t anything serious. We’re just two friends having fun… for now,” I add, unable to help myself.
She raises another pillow.
Shit, how many of those does she have?
I lift my hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. Friends with benefits. Got it. Totally platonic, no feelings. Just friends... with benefits.”
