never been a huge hiking fan, walking out to the lake with Cash has been really fun. It’s a pretty easy hike, and we talked the whole way there. Cash told me about his childhood and life with his brother and what he remembers of his parents. I tell about my mom and how she always had a new boyfriend that was more important than me. Then he went on to tell me about the winters up here and what things he does to prepare for winter.
The other day I had left the book I had finished reading, but completely forgot to take with me. He picked it up and read it. So on the way out to the lake, we ended up having a little mini-book discussion about it, which I absolutely loved.
But the moment that we break from the trees and the lake is in front of us with the mountains in the background, I stop. It still takes my breath away that a place like this even exists. Cash understands and takes my hand while we stand there and soak in the breathtaking vista.
Standing here in this moment and enjoying the view of probably the most beautiful landscape I’ve ever seen in my life and holding this man’s hand, I don’t feel tired or the weight of my backpack. I’m not sore from the hike or out of breath. Simply put, I’m in awe and want to capture this moment. If I’m honest, I’m a little jealous that Cash can come out here anytime that he wants and enjoy it.
As we make our way up to the lakeside, Cash takes over, deciding where to set the tent up and gets to work on it. I’m surprised how easy it is to get the tents up or maybe at this point, Cash is just an expert. If I wasn’t comfortable sharing with him, he offered to bring a second tent. Maybe I should have taken him up on it, but I wanted to be close to him tonight. Plus, he said the tent was plenty big for two people and he and his brother both used it. Since his brother was bigger than him, that’s saying something.
Once the tent is up, he gets to work getting the campfire going. There’s already a place for one, but we just need to gather some wood.
‘Are you hungry? We can eat now, or we can go for a swim and eat after,’ he asks once we are all set up.
Wanting to have some fun with him, I smile, in what I hope comes off as flirty.
‘Let’s go for a swim first,’ I say. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I whip my shirt off to expose the tiny white bikini that I’d been wearing underneath my clothes. His eyes are glued to me, just as I hoped they would be. Without a doubt, it feeds my confidence.
Again, I smile flirtily at him and slowly wiggle out of the pants I wore for hiking. Once I step out of them, I’m only standing in front of him in this tiny bikini that will be very thin when I’m in the water.
‘Your turn.’ I smil0,e fighting my shyness that’s trying to creep back in.
Suddenly, it’s as if my words snap him out of his trance, and in an instant, he whips his shirt off.
I take a moment to appreciation his hard body, his muscles and those abs. They are on full display and it’s my turn to be mesmerized by him. Then he removes his pants, and he too has swim shorts underneath, but I don’t see a single tan line.
Now that his entire body is on display, my body reacts to his. My nipples pebble beneath my top and there’s a delicious tingling in my core. At the thought of having him near me, I can feel myself getting wet. I may be a virgin, but I’m still far from innocent. Yeah, I’ve read more romance books than I would like to admit to, and have been privy to Jana’s detailed explanations.
But before I embarrass myself, I turn around and walk straight into the lake. Even though it’s warm, part of me wishes it was cold just so I could calm myself down. When I dive under the water, I have an amazing sense of freedom. It’s quiet and I feel like the outside world can’t touch me here. Staying down for just a few seconds longer, before I break the surface.
When I turn around, Cash is already waist-deep in the water and his eyes are focused on me. Standing there, the water is just under my breasts and my bathing suit is exposed, so he can see a faint outline of my nipples. As he walks ever closer to me, he doesn’t take his eyes off my breasts. I shiver a little.
‘You are so damn beautiful,’ he says and stops within an arm’s reach of me.
If I thought that the scenery of the lake stole my breath away, that’s nothing compared to how I feel right now. Most guys would make some kind of sexual joke or flirty comment, but not Cash.
With my heart racing, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his neck. Instantly his hands go to my waist, but I want more, so with a quick little jump I’m up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Then he wastes no time stepping further into the lake.
Then his hands move from my hips down to my ass, and he squeezes it. I can feel how hard he is like this. His cock rests against my core and my breasts are smashed against his chest. I feel every movement we make and with his skin on my skin, I get more turned on.
Capturing my mouth with his, he grips my ass harder and then slowly slides me up the length of his cock and back down. It feels so damn good, we both moan.
He wraps one arm across my lower back and holds me in place as his other up slide across the outside of my thigh and follows the line of my swimsuit bottoms to my core.
Then he rests his hand against my pussy like he’s waiting for permission to touch me. When his eyes search mine, I nod. Pulling my bikini bottom to the side, he runs his finger through my folds. Just that simple little touch feels so damn good.
Paying attention to what I like and then doing more of it, he plays with me. He’s a quick learner. With him playing with my clit and my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my swimsuit, I’m about to lose my mind.
When he slides a finger into me, but never stopping the pressure on my clit, it’s exactly enough for my orgasm to take over. I hold on to Cash like he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. As I start to relax, his soft lips across my neck send small aftershocks down my spine.
‘I want you,’ I whisper, needing more than just his fingers and wanting him with everything in me.
‘You have me, baby.’ He whispers his lips against my neck.
‘But I want you inside me.’ I moan, as his lips hit this spot on my neck, I didn’t even know was an erogenous zone.
When he freezes and pulls away to look into my eyes, I hope he sees everything I feel. Not once in my life have I ever felt this safe with someone or felt so cherished.
His gaze heats and I swear I feel him get even harder than I thought possible.
‘You sure?’ he asks. But his voice is gravelly and strained. Letting me know he wants this just as much as I do.
So, I nod and pull him in for another kiss as I reach between us and pull his trunks down just enough that his cock springs out. I gently run my hand up the length of it and his whole body shivers.
This time it’s me who pulls away to make sure he’s okay. The look of pure pleasure on his face is worth memorizing. It’s our first time and it won’t be like this again. I want to remember every detail, every expression, every minute.
When I push his pants further down and out of the way and start to position myself on him, he stops me.
‘I don’t have a condom,’ he says.
Because he wasn’t planning this. He didn’t have ulterior motives to bring me out here, and I love that.
‘I’m on the pill,’ I tell him.
‘Why?’ he looks at me with confusion.
‘Because I had some bad periods, and it’s helped,’ I shrug. Even though he nods, I can tell he’s thinking.
‘You know I will take care of you no matter what, right?’
‘You know I will let you?’
His hand cups the back of my head and he pulls me in for a sweet kiss that tastes like sin and forever. It would be enough to scare me into stopping if that wasn’t the moment he moves his hips, and the tip of his cock start to push into me.
The feeling of his stretching me makes me gasp and lose all train of thought. He pauses for a moment and his eyes search mine to make sure I’m okay before he pushes in a bit more.
It feels like he slides forever before hitting resistance. He’s already breathing hard, and I feel full of him. He doesn’t say a word, but pulls me in for another kiss, and lifts my hips enough to slide me back down and push through my virginity. Doing this all with his lips still on me.
When I let out a cry at the pinch I feel, his body freezes even though I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me.
‘I’m okay,’ I gasp. But he still doesn’t move.
Resting my forehead on him for just a moment, I take a breath. Then I can feel the muscles in my body start to relax. Only then does he begin moving inside of me. If I thought him stretching me felt good, it was nothing compared to the feel of him sliding in and out of me.
Every muscle in his body is tight, like he’s holding himself back and I don’t want that for him. What I want is to see this strong man completely lose himself and let go.
‘You are stretching me so good.’ I moan in his ear.
‘Fuck, you can’t say things like that to me right now. I’m barely holding on,’ he growls.
‘Then stop holding on,’ I tell him, as I rub my chest against his.
‘I need you to cum first,’ he grits out between clenched teeth.
When I switch the angle of my hips, he starts hits a spot deep inside me I didn’t even know was there. With each thrust, I’m driven closer and closer to the edge before I fell over screaming his name into his neck.
A few thrusts more and I can feel his hot release inside of me, coating my walls.
Even though he tries to pull out, I lock my legs around him, not letting him move. He gives a soft chuckle and slowly moves us to shore and then into the tent. Still naked and still connected, he lays me down on the sleeping bags and we do it all over again.
When we finally come up for air and manage to get dressed again. But it’s after dark. We take some time to lie on the beach looking up at the stars. I can’t remember the last time I saw a star this bright or felt this sore and relaxed at the same time.
‘So, there is this summer festival downtown next weekend, and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?’ I ask hesitatingly, because it just doesn’t seem like something a mountain man would do.
‘I remember going to some kind of fair or festival with my parents before they died. I couldn’t have been more than five. Even though I haven’t been to one since I clearly remember cotton candy. Will we be able to get some there?’
‘I’m sure of it. Along with funnel cake, deep-fried Oreos, and walking tacos…’
‘I’m in just for the food,’ he laughs.
We lay there enjoying the stars and the night, but I must have drifted off because the last thing I remember is Cash carrying me back to the tent. My last thought before sleep claimed me was I’ve never been this relaxed and at ease around anyone in my whole life.
