Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Once she was done, she gathered her things.
“I’m going to stand right over there,” she said, pointing. “I don’t want to go too far. It’s getting dark fast.”
“I’ll be quick,” I assured her.
I didn’t bother to wait for her to walk away before stripping out of my shirt and down to my boxer briefs.
The sun was setting fast, the animal and insect sounds seeming to grow louder by the moment as I made quick work of wetting my body, soaping up, then rinsing off.
“Do you have a flashlight?” Violet asked as I started to brush my teeth.
“We can’t use light,” I told her, still standing there in nothing but my now soaking wet underwear.
“Why not?”
“Because there’s no light pollution here. If we put on a torch and there was someone anywhere in a several-mile range, there’s a chance they could see us.”
“But how do we know if something is circling us, ready to pounce?” she asked as I hooked my fingers into my underwear and pulled the material down.
“We’re gonna be up off the ground in a minute,” I assured her.
“That’s not really—shit!” she yelped.
The next thing I knew, she was plowing into me before I could even get one leg into my new boxer briefs.
“What is it?” I asked as she rushed around me, pressing close to my back. So close, in fact, that I felt her breasts pressing against me.
It was a terrible time for a hard-on, but there was no reasoning with it either.
“I heard a crunch.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere overhead.”
Her damn hands pressed against my sides, holding on as I tried to deep-breathe past my damn erection.
“It was probably a monkey or a parrot.”
“Or, you know, a massive centipede who wants to kill us and wear our skin.”
“Sure, could be that too,” I teased.
“Don’t make fun of me,” she grumbled.
We both attempted to move at the same time, but somehow managed to turn toward one another.
Her breasts rubbed across my chest.
My cock pressed against her stomach.
We both sucked in a collective breath. And neither moved away.
On her next exaggeratedly deep breath, Violet pressed her chest more firmly against me.
Sensing an invitation, I let my hands go to her hips, then lower back. Feeling her swaying into me, my hands went down, sinking into her ass, and dragging a low moan out of her.
Her own hands drifted, moving over my abs and chest, then down my arms.
Her breathing went fast and shallow, her hips rocking a bit as she pressed her thighs together to ease the need growing between them.
My hands slid from her ass back to her hips, sinking in, and turning her so her back was against me.
As soon as she melted against me, my hands slid up her belly and over the swells of her breasts.
At her throaty little whimper, my hands went up, grabbing the front of her tank top and yanking it down to expose her.
My hands immediately moved to close over her warm skin. Against my palms, her nipples hardened, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking them between my thumbs and forefingers and rolling them.
A soft moan escaped her as her ass wiggled back against my cock, impatient in her need.
And, well, it wouldn’t be right for me to leave her desire unfulfilled after nearly getting her killed, would it?
One hand stayed at her chest, teasing, touching, rolling, pinching.
The other slipped down her belly to press between her thighs.
I knew what we both wanted. No barriers. My fingers thrusting inside of her again.
But I didn’t trust myself not to let things go too far.
So I just worked her through her shorts. Still, I was pleased at just how reactive she was with the barriers.
It didn’t take long before she was writhing and moaning softly as I drove her up.
She was so damn sensitive, so quick. Before I could even really start to enjoy her responses, she was tensing and crying out as she came.
I kept an arm around her afterward as she tried to slow her breathing.
It was then that there was a distinct crunch somewhere nearby.
“What the hell was that?” Violet yelped, jumping away, then pushing herself behind me. “Take him,” she told the mystery intruder.
“Ever self-sacrificing,” I drawled. “Come on. Let’s get back to the hammock,” I said.
I reached down, feeling around for my things, then leading Violet—while still bare-ass naked—back to our little sleeping nook.
Using touch, I shoved everything haphazardly back in my backpack before slipping my underwear on. It was too dark and warm to put anything else on.
“Oh, it has a net. Thank God,” Violet said, feeling around the hammock. “So, how are we doing this? Face-to-face? Back-to-back?”
“Given how warm it is, I think it’s best we each lay in opposite directions.”
“With your feet in my face all night?” she asked.
“You can lay on them if you’d prefer.” I unzipped the hammock. “I’ll go in first. I’m heavier.”