Page 27 of Vinny

Looking down, she saw that the shirt hid very little, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Hearing noises behind her, she kept her back to him assuming he was changing his pants. She had seen the impressive bulge in his crotch and in spite of the embarrassing situation, she could not help but smile.I don’t think I’ve ever had that effect on a man.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Annalissa. I assure you, I’ll be a gentleman,” came his deep voice.

She turned around and saw his eyes drop to her nipples, protruding prominently through the t-shirt.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I just lied.” Stalking over, he pulled her in, lowering his face to hers once again a whisper apart.

Come on, babe. Please let me in.

Lifting on her toes, she pulled him close, touching her lips to his. Tentatively at first, she moved her mouth over his.His lips are hard. Soft. And everything in between.Growing bolder, she licked his lips before sliding her tongue into his mouth, swallowing his groan.

That was all it took. Vinny picked her up, crushingher body tightly to his, feeling her breasts touching his chest, knowing his swollen cock was nestled into her. Walking her backward, he pushed her up against a thick tree trunk sliding his knee between her legs.

Claiming and owning her mouth, he took charge of the kiss, tasting and sucking until he thought he would go mad with desire. He felt her rub her core against hisjean-clad leg, knowing she was trying to quench the need for friction. Sliding his hands slowly under her shirt he hesitated just under the soft mounds, waiting for permission.

She thrust her breasts up in silent invitation and he took it. With her back pressed against the rough bark, he moved both hands to cup her pert breasts rolling each nipple simultaneously. The groan from the kiss was nothing like the groan she heard when his hands felt her nipples. She just had no idea if the groan came from her…or from him.

Rubbing her core on his leg was not alleviating the need for friction that was building…it only increased her need. She felt his erection pressing against her and sliding her hand down, palmed him through his jeans.

This time the groan that resonated through the woods was definitely from him. The urge to drop her to the forest floor, strip her naked, and pound into her waiting flesh overwhelmed him, almost to the point beyond reason. Almost. Pulling his head away from her, hating the loss of contact, he rasped, “Babe, are you…have you ever…?”

She shook her head as she dropped her eyes. Panting, he pulled back farther, gently ordering, “Eyes on me.”

She lifted her gaze to peer into his eyes, seeing anguish, lust, need, and concern. But no anger. She owed him the truth.He knows I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.Sucking in a deep breath, she admitted, “No, I’ve…never.” Then as an afterthought as he lowered herto the ground with his hands still on her waist, she added, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What the hell do you have to be sorry about? I’m the one who was about to take you against a tree.”

“I know you’re used to…um…a different kind of…woman.”

Sighing, he asked, “Easy, you mean?”

Nodding, she glanced down at her feet.

“Yeah…about that…Listen, I’m not going to lie, Annalissa. I’ve been the kind of man who worked hard and I admit I’ve played hard. Haven’t been too particular about who I fuc…had…um…sex with.” He stammered, realizing how pathetic he sounded. Suddenly the joke from his buddies about being afuck ‘em and leave ‘emguy did not make him very proud. In fact, he felt rather ashamed.

He peered into her face, seeing a look of misery.Oh Jesus, how do I make this right?

“It was only ever physical. Just two people acting on a physical need. Never, ever did I feel an emotion with any of them.”

“I see,” she said, glancing up at his face that was mirroring the uncertainty she knew was on hers. Sliding from his grasp, she pulled her wet shoes back on saying, “We need to get going if we’re going to find a place with some food.” Shoving her wet clothes into the backpack, she hoisted it on her back before looking at him expectantly…hoping she was fooling him with the expression of ambivalence.

It did not work…he knew she was disappointed…in the situation. And in him.

Moving toward the edge of the woods two hours later, they came across a farmer’s field, freshly plowed. After such a long time in the dark woods, the glare of blue sky and sunlight was blinding. Vinny looked around, assessing the security. Seeing no one around, he turned to the woman trailing behind. He had taken her backpack several miles ago, with no resistance from her. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, held together with two twigs. Her shirt was dirty with sweat and her face was red with exhaustion. And she was limping.Looking down at her almost dry, pink sneakers, he could only imagine the blisters the wet material had caused.

Kicking himself for not noticing sooner, he patted a fallen log, saying, “Have a seat and let me look at your feet. Sliding the sneakers off, exposing the blisters, had him furious. “Goddamn it, Annalissa. Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier that your feet were this bad?”

“I didn’t know, you big…jerk,” she cried, pulling her foot out of his hand. She looked down and the tears fell faster.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he shook his head in frustration. “Babe, please don’t cry.” Her sobs increasedas he lifted her up and sat down on the log with her now in his lap.

She felt his arms around her, rocking her back and forth. She was tired, dirty, hungry, and in pain. “I’m sorry. I’ve…never been hiking,” she hiccupped. “I’ve…never done any of this. Not hike. Not swim. Not camp out.” Hiccupping again, she felt his arms tighten.

“Babe, get ahold of yourself. Honest to God, I’m not mad at you. I’m a goddamn medic for Christ’s sake and I should have seen what was happening.”

Her tears slowed and she felt his lips on the top of her head. Sucking in a halting breath, she nodded, “I’m okay now.”

He lifted her chin with his fingers, kissing her lips gently. Moving so that he was once again kneeling in front of her, he worked on her feet. He used most of their filtered water, cleaning the blistered skin that had broken and even carefully broke some of the larger ones. He pulled out some bandages from a plastic bag in his pack. Wrapping her feet carefully, he taped off the ends. Sliding her feet back into the pink sneakers, he re-tied them.

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