“Yeah, baby, we’re ok,” I say, kissing her cheek, before resting my chin on her shoulder.
As the sun starts to set, she gets up and grabs the stuff for dinner while I prep the fire. As the wood starts to burn, I grab a hoodie and a water before sitting back down on my chair.
Sloane comes back over with the cooler and a little table, setting it next to us before she sits down in my lap.
She hands me the roaster stick, and I hold it while she puts the hot dogs on the end.
I hold it over the fire, letting it warm the meat while she gives an uncooked one to Mocha, who takes it without complaint, running off to eat it.
“You’re so warm,” she whispers, nuzzling her face into my neck.
I take the arm not holding the roasting stick and wrap it around her to keep her close, offering her a little more warmth.
“You cold, baby?”
“No, I’m ok right now,” she admits, and I nod.
The hot dogs only take a few minutes to cook, and once they are done, she puts them on buns, tops them with ketchup and mustard, then places them on a plate with a handful of chips as well.
We eat in silence, the only sounds to be heard as the sun finishes disappearing behind the mountains are the crackle of the fire and Mocha’s obnoxious chewing when Sloane throws another hot dog in his direction.
After dinner, we hangout by the fire, enjoying each other’s company.
After an hour, she gets up and stretches. “I’m tired.” She yawns, and I grab her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll be there in just a few minutes,” I whisper. She nods, walking towards the tent with Mocha right on her heels.
I clean up our stuff, making sure to put the garbage away from the camp so that bears don’t try to attack us. I take a few minutes to put the cooler, chairs, and table into the back of the truck so that it doesn’t take as long to pack up tomorrow.
I dump some water on what remains of the fire before heading towards the tent.
When I zip the door closed, she’s snuggled up in our blanket, playing a game on her phone while Mocha lies on the floor already asleep. When she looks up and sees me, she turns her phone off. She sets it down on top of her bag before smiling up at me. I can barely see the silhouette of her as I strip down and climb under the blankets, pulling her to me.
I pull her close to me, pressing my face into her neck and kissing it softly. Her fingers tangle into my hair, and her head falls back, giving me more room to work. I press my lips to hers. I’ve missed her, which sounds weird since we’ve been together this whole time, but I do.So much.
“I want you, baby,” I whisper, rolling us so she’s under me. She looks up at me with her big innocent eyes, and I bury my face into her neck, nipping and sucking on her fragile skin.
My body heats up, and I’m already hard just thinking about what comes next.
She whimpers softly for me, and it drives me wild. My hands slip under her shirt, and I find it’s all she’s wearing except for some cotton panties.
I push the shirt up, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, her hands tangling into my hair, and she pulls, making the most beautiful sounds as she moans.
I kiss down her body, disappearing under the blankets as I kiss her stomach, her hips, and her thighs.
“Can I?” I whisper, tugging gently on the waistband of her panties.
“Mhmm,” She hums, lifting her hips for me.
“Good girl,” I praise, taking them off and tossing them aside. I let my tongue and lips worship her skin, working her up and getting her ready before I finally press my lips to where she needs me.
Fuck, my sweet, sweet girl. She tastes so fucking good for me. I lick and suck on her pussy, worshiping her body as she moans and writhes underneath me.
“So good for me, baby,” I praise as I pull away for a breath of air, and she moans.
“Beckett…”
It sounds so good to hear her call my name. I bury my face back between her thighs, using only my lips and tongue to get her there. My hands have to hold down her thighs since she keeps trying to wiggle away from me.
