6. Fiona

6

FIONA

F orest parks his truck next to a cozy spot along the river, making me smile. The sun is shining through the leaves, creating magical rays of light and shadow that dance across the soft-looking grass. The river is shimmering in the mid-day sun, moving at a lazy pace that should bring me peace. It's the perfect day… and yet I'm terrified to leave the confines of this truck.

"I'll be with you the whole time," Forest says, placing his hand over mine.

"I know. I'm being silly. This is a total overreaction."

"Hey, now. I don't want to hear you talking about yourself like that, Fiona. You went through something awful and traumatic. Everyone responds differently when facing danger. Everyone heals differently, too."

I nod and take a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready." My brain and my body must be having communication issues because even though I said I was ready, my limbs are frozen.

Forest exits the truck and panic sets in. Seconds later, he's opening my door and holding out his hand for me to take. "We'll take it one step at a time, sweetheart."

Despite my pounding heart and racing thoughts, I find myself smiling at his pet name for me. I didn't know I'd like it so much.

I slide my hand in his, letting Forest guide me out of the truck and over to a shaded spot under a nearby tree. I'm leaning against him, half hidden behind him while I cling to his arm. Forest doesn't say anything, his presence is enough. We take slow, measured steps and I can feel my breaths evening out as some of the anxiety drains away.

"I'll just get us set up here," Forest says, setting the picnic basket and blanket down. He tries pulling his arm out of my death grip, but I catch his hand in mine.

"Thank you, Forest. You've been so good to me. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I'm glad I have you in my life."

He turns to face me, cupping my cheek in his hand. "Fiona, you don't have to do anything to deserve my love."

Love? Did he just say love?

I don't know what comes over me. Maybe it's the weight of his confession, or my own confusing feelings, or the need to be near him. Either way, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his. I know I shouldn't, but god, it's all I've thought about since our kiss in the kitchen.

Forest doesn't hesitate this time, nor does he back down. He moves his lips with mine, taking over the kiss and prying my lips open with his tongue.

I moan softly and let him in, gasping at the need behind each stroke of his tongue. I taste his longing, his promises, his desire for me. For us. Gripping his hips, I pull him closer to me, desperate for more of him. Forest groans and tangles his hands in my hair, angling me right where he wants me so he can delve deeper into my mouth. He's all-consuming, his citrus and leather scent, the warmth of his mouth, his hard length rubbing against my stomach.

"God, Fiona, I haven't thought about anything else except doing this over and over again," he murmurs into my lips before taking them again, claiming them as his own. I roll my hips against him and slide my hands up his chest, fisting the collar of his shirt and clinging to him with everything I am.

Forest tears his mouth away from mine, only to nip and kiss down my neck. I whimper when his hands slide down my back so slowly, taking his time to feel every inch of me before gripping my ass in his large, capable hands. We're lost in each other, completely taken over by the lust and longing that has been building up between us for days now.

Eventually, Forest pries himself away from me, giving me one last chaste kiss on the lips before resting his forehead on mine. We're both panting, sharing the same air, and basking in the intimacy we've both craved for so long.

"I'm addicted to you now, sweetheart. There's no going back for me."

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, wanting his words to be true but having a hard time believing this isn't all a dream.

Forest takes my silence for uncertainty and cups my face so sweetly. "We'll go as slow as you want. I'll never take anything you don't willingly give me."

"I know," I whisper, tilting my head up so our lips are inches apart. "I trust you. With all of me." With that, I kiss him again, letting him know I want this, I want him more than words can say. Each swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth open up a need deep inside of me. There's a tugging low in my belly, an almost painful throbbing.

"Gotta stop, baby," he grunts into the side of my neck before licking me there and catching the tender skin between his teeth. "I can't hold back much longer, and I don't want to scare you away."

"I'm not scared," I breathe out. "I can't hold back either. I just… I don't know what I'm doing. Can you show me?"

"Fuck," he growls, attacking my lips and lifting me up in his arms, making me gasp. I automatically wrap my legs around him and hang on tight as he carries me toward a large oak tree. Gently setting me down, Forest grips my hips and walks me backward until my back is up against the tree. "Are you wet for me, Fiona? Is my baby girl wet for me?"

I let out a throaty moan and nod. "Will you… Can you… T-touch me there?"

"Fuck yes," he grits out, cupping my pussy and rubbing my aching center over my jeans. "Goddamn, I feel your heat. Do you need something from me? Does this pretty little kitty need to come?"

His words are so filthy, but they trigger something inside of me. This man has reduced me to base urges I didn't think I had until I met him. I nod and roll my hips, trying to get him to somehow touch me deeper, more, more, more …

Forest nips at my chin, pulse point, and shoulder, then slips his hand into my jeans. I know he feels how soaked I am, and it only turns him on more.

"Jesus," he grunts, stroking my pussy and parting my folds over my panties. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive clit, making me shiver and moan.

"More," I beg, gripping his meaty biceps and digging my nails in.

Forest plays with the waistband of my panties, teasing me and driving me absolutely wild. Finally, finally , he touches me where I'm throbbing for him, swiping two fingers up my slit and circling my clit.

"Fiona, shit… This cunt is so fucking juicy," he grunts. My pussy contracts at his dirty words, trying to suck him inside. He groans and continues to stroke me up and down, gathering my arousal and massaging my little ball of nerves.

I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, throwing my head back and exposing my neck to his greedy mouth. Forest sucks on the side of my neck and dips one finger into my tight hole, making me grind down on his hand. "Oh," I gasp, pulsing around him and releasing even more wetness.

"So fucking tight. You're gonna feel fucking incredible wrapped around my dick, aren't you, baby girl? Do you want me to stretch out this little cunt of yours?"

"Mmhm…" I nod frantically, shifting my hips and forcing his finger deeper inside of me. "Fuck!" I cry out.

Suddenly, Forest removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see Forest kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. "I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you come on my tongue?"

"God yes," I whimper. I don't even care that I'm begging him. Forest practically rips my jeans open, tugging them down my legs along with my soaking panties.

"Jesus, how do you smell so good?" he says more to himself than to me.

Forest slips my shoes off and helps me step out of my jeans, staring at my pussy the whole time. I should probably be embarrassed or have at least a few reservations, right? I mean, we're out in the open and I'm going to let him eat me out?

Hell yes, I am.

I tremble as he ghosts his fingers up my legs, guiding one over his shoulder, exposing me completely to him.

"Perfect, just like the rest of you," he whispers right before parting my lips with his tongue and sucking on my clit. Hard.

I buck my hips and grab his hair, overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm tongue against my sensitive, swollen clit. He growls into my pussy, the vibrations rattling my bones as he devours me.

Forest spears his tongue into my entrance and swirls his nose around my clit. My breaths come out as short little gasps as my muscles tense and pulse. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I feel myself teetering on the edge, close, so close to falling over into the unknown.

I open my mouth to tell him I've never experienced anything like this before, but a strangled scream comes out instead as I explode on his tongue. I jerk in his arms, but Forest grips me tighter, steadying my movements even as he laps at me and bats my clit around, prolonging my pleasure.

He looks up at me right as I tip my head down to look at him. His eyes are stormy, dark, and feral. I see my juices covering his lips and nose, making me moan. Forest doesn't give me any time to recover before flattening his tongue and licking me from bottom to top.

"Oh, ohmygod, Forest, I… I can't…"

He grunts and continues to nibble and suck on my folds. The world crashes down around me until all I can focus on are the relentless strokes of his tongue as he pushes me higher and higher, winds me tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure in my core almost unbearably.

I gasp and writhe as he plunges two fingers inside of me and curls them up, hitting some spot inside me that makes my nerves light up and burn deliciously beneath my skin. He swirls his tongue around my clit again and again.

I can't breathe. My heart thrashes. There's a rushing sensation flooding my body. I feel like I have to twist away, back down from the onslaught of pleasure, but I can't. I'm rooted in place, completely at his mercy.

My whole body gets tight. The pressure builds inside me, through my pelvis, over my skin, in my muscles, and along nerves. Pleasure swells and explodes as I convulse in his arms. He pins me to the tree, mercilessly eating me out with a growl. My sweaty flesh shakes as I jerk and fight my way through my orgasm.

"Oh baby," he raises his face to stare at me in awe. "You squirted all over me. Shit, you're incredible. Love making this perfect little pussy gush."

I'm floating through space, through bliss, through lust and release. There's a rhythmic, sharp throbbing between my legs that brings me down from my high. I open my eyes and see Forest slowly licking me up and down, swallowing down all of me, every last drop.

My bones turn to liquid as I slump against the tree completely wrung out. Forest helps me get my jeans and shoes on and then stands up, pulling me into his chest. He holds me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself. He groans and I bury my face in his chest, not sure what happens next.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? You're shaking," he whispers. "Was that too much?"

"It was amazing," I stutter out. "Totally distracted me from the fact that we're outside."

Forest grins. "Good. I guess I'll just have to do that more often."

I sigh dramatically, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead. "What a shame," I say before giggling.

"Love that sound, baby girl," he murmurs. I blush at another pet name. I kind of love it. "Now that we've worked up an appetite, should we dig into the food?"

"Yes, please!"

Forest smiles and presses a kiss to the top of my head. His hand reaches out for mine and we lace our fingers together as we walk back to the picnic basket and blanket. Whatever is happening between us is all-consuming. It's only a matter of time before I fall for Forest completely.