Page 327 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I feel her shiver as I press my lips to the hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. She tilts her head back, her breath hitching, and I kiss my way up to her mouth, our lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues entwine in a slow, sensual dance, and I lose myself in the taste of her—sweet, urgent, and undeniably Jade.
The intimacy of it all is overwhelming—every sound amplified, every touch magnified, the soft hum of her breath as she whispers my name.
“Hart.”
I kiss her again, my lips pressing against hers with a hunger that’s been building for far too long. She melts into me, her body yielding to mine, her hands tangling in my hair. The kiss is deep, but content and just right.
Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, a current that starts at the base of my spine and radiates outward. Every gasp she makes hits me like fire.
Her back arches against me, chest pressing to mine. Feels so damn good.
The tent walls rustle softly. The world outside doesn’t exist.
Just her.
Just me.
Just this.
Her breaths grow heavier, her chest rising and falling in time with my thrusts. Her body tenses, her muscles tightening around me, and I know she’s close. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my core, threatening to unravel at any moment.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I groan, my head falling forward to rest against her shoulder.
“Fuck, Jade,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with need. “You feel so good.”
She responds with a soft moan, her hands moving to tangle in my hair, pulling me back up to meet her lips.
“Come with me.” My voice is rough with an edge of desperation.
She nods, her eyes locked on mine, her pupils dilated with desire.
I thrust harder, faster, urgent now. My orgasm explodes, and a wave of ecstasy crashes over me. My cock pulses deep inside her.
She shudders beneath me, her body tightening as she climaxes with me, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
“Hart,” she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper.
I hold her tight, our bodies trembling in unison.
As our breaths slow, I rest my forehead against hers, the sweat on our skin mingling, the warmth of her a stark contrast to the cool night air seeping through the tent walls.
Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips curved in a lazy, satisfied smile, and I can’t help but smile back, my chest swelling with a tenderness I can’t quite name.
“I love you, Jade.”
“I love you.”
I brush her hair from the sides of her face. “We should probably get some sleep.”
I lie here, my body still heavy with satisfaction, my mind wanders to the future, to the question hanging between us.
Where do we go from here?
I don’t know, and for the first time in a long time, I’m okay with that.
The tent’s warmth envelops us once more, the air heavy with possibility, the future unwritten. And for now, that’s enough.
I close my eyes and don’t open them until the first light of dawn filters through the thin nylon walls of the tent, casting a soft, golden hue over everything.
