Chapter 12 - Bailey

I expect to sleep very lightly and wake up a lot, maybe not even really sleep at all. I’m surprised when my eyes flutter open to see faint light around the tent.

Must be almost dawn.

I slept right through the night. I stretch out my senses straight away, checking the area for danger and wondering what woke me.

Then, Gina’s scent fills my nostrils and my mouth, closer to me than it’s ever been. My body, already aroused in the usual way first thing in the morning, responds with a violent shudder.

Gina murmurs softly in her sleep, her face just beneath mine. At some point during the night, we rolled towards each other and entangled like a couple of angry snakes.

Or very horny ones.

Suddenly, the excitement of having her pressed up against my chest is shattered by the fear of potential rejection.

What if she does to me what I did to her?

The thought is a painful one, but I also know it’s exactly what I deserve.

Gina mutters again, curling up even closer to me. She licks her lips, and sensation shocks through me. She’s less than an inch away. I could press my lips to hers without even moving my head.

One of her arms slithers out of the sleeping bag and wraps around my waist. When she writhes against me, stretching in her sleep, I have to gulp down a moan.

I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.

My cock is rock-hard and straining to be free of my pants. I’m starting to breathe so hard, I’m almost panting. Her scent clings to me, wafting around my head like a thick, palpable cloud. Just like when you get a tray of cookies out of the oven and the warm, tantalizing scent hits you right in the face—sugar, butter, and vanilla, completely obliterating all your other senses and making you hungry enough to devour every single one.

Even though Gina is wrapped around me, I decide I have to get out of here. I can’t stand this for another minute. I don’t want her to know how aroused I am, and I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.

I pull my arms back, wondering how to roll away from her without waking her up. When I look back into her face to check, my heart thumps up into my throat as I see her beautiful blue eyes wide open and looking straight at me.

The shock crackles through me, making my heart pound and closing my chest. I’m waiting for her to push me away, maybe even yell at me, before she leaves the tent in a fury.

Instead, she just stares at me. Our bodies are wound so tightly together, she has to feel how hard I am.

Her eyelids flutter, and she smiles, one hand coming up to stroke my cheek. Arousal and excitement collide with anxiety inside me, and I have no idea what I should do.

I know exactly what I want to do.

I lean my face in, just a little closer. Our noses almost touch, and Gina tilts her head. I close my eyes and pray.

Her soft, hot lips touch mine, and my whole body shudders with need. Tingles rush across my skin, and my cock gets even harder as a new wave of arousal slams me.

Like getting hit by a fucking train.

Gina’s lips work gently against mine, soft, slick, and hot. Her tongue flicks out, gently exploring my mouth.

I lean into the kiss, tightening my grip on her. She responds by writhing against me, moaning as she wraps her arms around me.

The kiss intensifies, with Gina leaning into me and grabbing my arms to pull me closer. I want to throw her onto her back and take her, and my wolf is demanding I do just that, but there’s something I want even more.

Gently, I push her over onto her back and hold myself up above her. With one hand, I clumsily fumble the sleeping bags out of the way so our bodies are pressed together.

I can see hesitation, maybe even fear, in her eyes, but she stays loose and relaxed under me and even gives me a slow, small smile. She keeps her eyes on mine as she undoes the buttons down the front of her long flannel nightshirt, flicking it open to expose her nakedness.

Her scent has never been so strong, and I’ve never been so close to her, so immersed in it. It rises from between her breasts and from every inch of her skin, confusing my thoughts and making my blood sing.

I take a deep breath, bringing my face down low until my lips are almost touching the soft skin between her breasts. This close, her scent is dizzying and getting stronger by the second.

“Gina,” I whisper, almost touching her with my lips. Her hands come up to stroke the sides of my face, and she teases my scalp with her fingernails as she brushes my hair back.

“I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time,” she says softly.

I look up into her face, loving the dreamy look in her eyes. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” My voice comes out low, almost a growl.

I’m hungry. Starving, in fact.

She smiles. “What would you like to do?”

“Go down on you,” I barely whisper, my throat is so tight. My muscles are trembling as I hold myself up over her—not from exertion, but from a primal need that is tearing through me, robbing me of my strength.

“Yes,” she whispers, nodding. “Yes!”

My breath comes out in a sharp rush as I lower myself down. As I move, I reach out with my tongue, tracing a line down her belly all the way to her pussy.

I pause for just a moment, hovering over her. All I can see is the stunning beauty of her, from her gorgeous pussy all the way up to her big, firm breasts. With a growl of complete and total satisfaction, I reach down and hook her thigh with my right arm, opening my mouth and diving in.

I part the outer lips with my tongue, searching inside for her clit. When my mouth finds it, Gina writhes under me, crying out as her body bends. I search even deeper with my lips, lashing at her with my tongue.

Gina moans and writhes, making me tighten my grip on her leg with my right arm. My left cheek is pressed against her other thigh as I lap even deeper into her pussy. I have to slip my other arm around her leg and lift her slightly to get the angle I need to explore even deeper with my tongue.

I’m gasping as I use my lips and tongue to lick and suck at the sweet, lush inner lips and the pulsing entrance of her pussy. My cock is harder than it’s ever been as I imagine what it would feel like to finally fuck her, but I’m enjoying myself too much to even think about stopping.

I grip her thighs even tighter, changing position to run my tongue back up to her clit. Gina cries out underneath me, her hips bucking as I lap at her clit with alternating strokes from the tip and the flat of my tongue.

I pull back a little, laying soft, slow kisses on her clit and throbbing outer lips. Gina lets out a low cry, more like a sob, and covers her face with her hands. I can’t help grinning as I tease her with more soft licks and kisses.

Then I delve deep with both my lips and tongue, lashing my tongue firmly downwards and sliding my lips against her clit, wrapping my mouth around it and sucking on it as hard as I can.

Gina throws her arms down and grabs the sleeping bags, twisting them in her hands as she bucks against me. Short, sharp cries are bursting out of her throat, turning into long, harsh gasps as I switch between sucking on her clit and lashing it with my tongue.

I feel tremors running through her body as her cries get closer and closer together. I tighten my grip again and keep eating her out, focusing on the heat in her body, the sound of her breath, and the beat of her heart.

A low cry slips through Gina’s lips, a sound of disbelief and pure pleasure. A growl rises in my throat in response as I devour her juices and taste her sweet, throbbing pussy.

I feel her hand twist in my hair as her hips swivel against my mouth. My excitement rises sharply, and I hold back just a little, slowly and gently running my tongue across her sweet, slick pussy.

Come, baby. Come!

Her fingernails dig into my scalp as she yanks on my hair hard. A short scream bursts out of her mouth, but there is only one thing I’m really paying attention to.

I slide my tongue down and thrust it right into her hot, throbbing pussy. Her sweet juice gushes against my lips as I lap deeper and deeper inside her, searching for more. I can feel her writhing in my arms and crying out as the orgasms crash through her, her pleasure only urging me on.

When her cries slow into low, rasping breaths, and her hand finally loosens on my hair, I pull back and take a few deep breaths. I sit up a little, taking in the beautiful sight of her spread out in front of me.

When she looks up, her eyes are wide and glittering, more beautiful than I’ve ever seen them. She reaches out to me with both hands.

“Bae,” she whispers.

I lean down, pressing my body against hers and kissing her, softly at first, then deeper as she urges me on.

Suddenly, the sound of people laughing shatters the silence of the clearing. We both freeze, realizing that other campers must have arrived. I lean down and wrap my arms around her, holding her to me as tightly as I dare.

I know this was a special moment. She trusted me—she let me taste her and pleasure her. I just want to hold her for as long as I can because I know I probably didn’t deserve even this much, and she might never let me hold her again.