“The first time I saw the sun in your hair. You were like a fairy princess, an exquisite little thing.”
“Is that right?” she teased and cast him that come-hither look she did so well that never failed to get him hard.
That evening,after a couple of tequila shots with Caitlin at Foster Bar, he decided to revisit a piece of the fabric of their past. He didn’t feel like telling, and decided to show herinstead. He grabbed her hand and led her to the side exit. He had scoped out the place earlier. There was a shed behind the bar opposite the side of the parking lot.
“You said you were going to tell me about the night we met,” Caitlin slurred.
“Re-enactment, babe.”
“What?”
“If you don’t shut up, I’m not going down on you.”
“I’ll shut up,” she giggled.
He dragged her to the back of the shed and pressed her against the rickety wall with his body. He was breathing hard; his lust fueled by alcohol, and his erection straining against his jeans. He kissed her ravenously. His hand drifted under her skirt to find her panties soaked. Nudging aside the crotch, he was pleased to find she was incredibly slick and only getting slicker.
“You’ve been waiting for me to give it to you, haven’t you, babe?”
“Travis . . . please—”
He inserted one finger and then two, curling them to touch that sensitive bundle of nerves, which had her squirming.
“Shh . . . quiet, Cat, or I’m going to stop.”
She whimpered softly.
He had only finger-fucked her that night they met at the bar. But tonight he was embellishing his story.
He dropped to his knees and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. The smell of her arousal threatened to drive him crazy, his erection turning hard as a brick. His tongue stroked her center. She gasped.
“Shh … or I’m stopping—”
He pulled her panties aside and laved her sweetness away, sucking gently and tunneling his tongue into her entrance. She was moaning, but Travis was lost with the taste of her. When she started to scream his name, he quickly got to his feet,slammed his mouth on hers to absorb her cries, and finished her off by circling his thumb over her clit. She exploded in spasms, shuddering convulsively. She clung to him like he was some lifeline that would save her from being swept away.
He murmured against her hair, “Now we take this back to our room. I’m going to fuck you until dawn.”
There wasplenty to do outside the small town of Iron Ridge. The main attractions were the hiking trails and white water rafting. After spending two days around town, Travis suggested they explore the Appalachian Mountains, which spanned that area of Southwest Virginia.
They hiked for over three hours until they reached the summit of Devil’s Peak. Caitlin squealed with delight.
“Oh, Travis, this is magnificent!”
Travis grinned. For someone who had been bitching about the hike for the last hour, she sure had changed her tune. He watched Caitlin close her eyes and inhale the invigorating mountain air. As for him, his eyes were focused on his wife, thinking how lucky he was to have a second chance with such a phenomenal woman. Sure it was her physical beauty that had drawn him to her that first time, but as they got to spend time together—they just fit. Like she was the missing piece to the puzzle of his existence. When she “died,” the completed puzzle shattered into infinite pieces of despair. He knew he would never recover from losing her.
And now here they were.
“Caitlin—” his voice came out hoarse.
“Shh . . . just a sec,” her eyes were still closed. “It’s so peaceful up here.”
They soaked in the midday sun for a couple of minutes.
Finally, she opened her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “Let’s set the blanket over there.” He followed the directionof her gaze to a huge, lush decades old oak tree. Travis nodded and walked easily to the shady spot to lower his backpack, which held a blanket and some sandwiches that were packed for them by the local deli.
After getting them settled under the tree, Travis twisted the cap off a bottle of water and handed it to her. Then he started unpacking their lunch.
“So,” her eyes angled to him. “We never talked about the night we met.”