When her back hit the tree, I dropped to my knees in front of her, my fingers working the button of her pants. She helped, shimmying them down along with her panties, kicking off her boots until she stood bare from the waist down.
Her pussy was perfect—pink and glistening. I glanced up at her, her eyes wide and hungry, lips parted.
“Gonna make you come first, baby,” I said, my voice rough. “I need to feel you on my tongue before I fuck you.”
She nodded, breath hitching, and I buried my face between her thighs. She was soaked, her taste exploding on my tongue—sweet and musky, like the mountain air after rain.
I licked a long stripe up her slit, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked it gently between my lips. Paisley cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, hips bucking against my mouth.
“Oh God, Evan?—”
Her voice broke into a whimper as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them against a spot that made her thighs shake. She was tight, so fucking tight, her walls fluttering around me already. I pumped them slowly at first, then faster, my mouth never leaving her clit.
The wet sounds of my tongue and fingers filled the meadow, obscene and perfect. She was loud—moaning, gasping, little “ah, ah, fuck” noises that echoed off the trees and made my dick throb painfully against my zipper.
Her legs started to tremble. “I’m—I’m close?—”
“Come for me,” I demanded, sucking harder, fingers thrusting deep.
She shattered with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I kept licking her through it, gentling my touch until she sagged against the tree, panting.
I stood and kissed her again so she could taste herself on my tongue. While she was still dazed, I stripped off my shirt, then hers, tossing them onto the moss along with her bra. Her breasts spilled free—full, round, with dusky pink nipples already tight and begging.
“Jesus Christ, look at these tits,” I groaned, cupping them in my palms, thumbs brushing the peaks. “So fucking perfect.”
She arched into my touch with a needy sound. I bent my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth, rolling the other between my fingers, while my free hand shoved my pants down. My cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, the cool air hitting it like a shock. Paisley’s hand wrapped around me instinctively, stroking once, twice, and I hissed through my teeth.
“Condoms,” I managed, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. My heart was hammering. “We should go back to my place. I’ve got some there.”
She shook her head, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with want. “It’s fine. I’m on birth control. Have been for years. Please, Evan—I need you inside me.”
Relief and raw lust crashed through me. “You sure?”
“Yes. Now.”
I didn’t need telling twice. I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her back against the rough bark of the hemlock. The moss was soft under my bare feet where I braced us. I notched the head of my cock at her entrance, rubbing it through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness.
“Gonna go slow, baby,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “Tell me if it hurts.”
I pushed in an inch, and fuck—she was velvet heat, impossibly tight, gripping me like a fist. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. I paused, rubbing tight circles over her clit with my thumb to ease the stretch.
“That’s it. Relax for me. You feel so damn good already.”
Another inch. Her walls fluttered around me, hot and slick and perfect. The scent of sex mingled with pine and moss, her little whimpers filling my ears. I watched her face—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted—then looked down to where I wasdisappearing inside her, her pussy stretched obscenely around my thickness.
“Halfway, Paisley. You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
She moaned at the praise, hips twitching. I rubbed her clit faster, and she relaxed enough for me to sink the rest of the way in with one smooth thrust. Buried to the hilt, her heat enveloped every inch of me—tight, pulsing, wetter than anything I’d ever felt. I groaned loudly.
“Holy fuck. You’re squeezing me so tight. Like you were made for this cock.”
I started moving—slow rolls of my hips at first, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her breasts bounced between us, and I caught one in my mouth again, sucking hard while I fucked her deeper. She was loud now—moaning my name, cursing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet meadow.
“Evan—oh fuck, right there—harder?—”
I gave her what she wanted, snapping my hips faster, the angle hitting that spot inside her that made her walls clamp down. My thumb never left her clit, rubbing in frantic circles. Sweat slicked our skin, the smell of it mixing with everything else—her arousal, the forest, us.
“I’m close again,” she panted, nails raking down my back. “Don’t stop?—”
