I nip and suck her clit some more, swirling and lapping at it with my tongue as well, before I run my middle two fingers through her arousal and then gently press them inside of her. She arches into my touch, riding my fingers, rather than flinching and shying away. I take that as a sign to keep going, pumping my hand and scissoring my fingers inside her warm channel.
I feel her core clenching and releasing around my hand, as if milking an imaginary cock. She writhes and whimpers even more, obviously trying not to make too much noise but finding it difficult to do so as she takes her pleasure. Her hips roll and her thighs tremble around my head.
She’s close.
“Ungh! Caleb,” she cries out in a barely contained whisper. “Oh my fuck, baby. Keep going. I’m almost there.”
I double down on my efforts, totally ignoring just how close I am to coming in my own pants over hearing the noises she can no longer hold back, and simultaneously lick and finger her until she’s writhing above me. Panting hard, her core clenches tight around my fingers, and her entire body curls in on me. Her thighs pin me in place as she shudders through her release.
I keep going until I’m sure she’s entirely through her orgasm, feeling her body sag against the thin padding below us. It’s only then that I peer up at her, finding her chest rising and falling sharply as she catches her breath—a beautiful, thoroughly sated expression on her face. God, she’s gorgeous like this. I could sit here and memorize this look forever.
My chest swells with pride knowing that I did this. I brought about this amazing sight before me. She opened up to me in the most vulnerable of ways, something she has only ever done with Marcus before. I honestly could give a shit less about my own throbbing situationright now because knowing I’ve just taken this step with her is easily a thousand times more gratifying than whether or not I go to sleep tonight with blue balls.
I make a show of licking the last of her arousal from my lips, savoring the sweet reward, before I shimmy up and kiss her.
“Thank you,” she sighs when we break apart.
“Oh, please,” I sign, grinning wickedly. “The pleasure was entirely all mine.”
I find her shorts and help her change back into them. Then, I sit up and unzip the tent. Once I crawl out, I hold my hand out for her.
Her brows pinch in confusion.
“I’m going to walk you to the bathrooms,” I tell her.
“Oh. Uh, right. I should probably go after—you know.”
I nod. “I’m not letting you go by yourself.”
“You don’t have to come with me…”
“I know I don’t. I know you can handle yourself. But I want to.”
“You guys and your insistence on aftercare,” she huffs pretending to be annoyed but there is no actual heat behind it.
“Must mean you have a type you go for,” I tease back.
“Oh yeah? And what type would that be, the kind that doesn’t seem to understand that I can take care of myself?” she jeers, clasping my hand and crawling out of the tent.
Once standing, I sign to her, “No, you go for green-flag gentlemen. The kind that know you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but the ones who would rather you let them show you what affection really is.”
She chuckles at first, her eyes flitting between mine. Then, she nods, her demeanor softening. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”
She clears her throat. “Don’t you want me to take care of that?” she whispers, nodding at the obvious bulge in my pants.
I reach down and tuck my cock behind my waistband. “I’m fine, baby. Seriously. The expectation was never that this was a tit-for-tat scenario.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” I reply. “Stop fretting. I promise you that I am one hundred percent okay.”
I lean in and kiss her forehead. When she sucks in a breath and shivers slightly, I don’t miss an opportunity to get her into my hoodie again. Seeing her wear it on our first date was stunning, but watching her slipping it on again—deeply inhaling the fabric as she does—floods me with a feeling of what I can only describe as giddiness. It sates some sort of primal uproaring within me that thrives on seeing her wear something of mine, like I’m staking a claim on her in some minute way, even though I know, deep down, this woman is too untamed to ever beownedby anyone.
Truthfully, I think that’s what I love the most about her—at least, so far. There is nomineorhiswhen it comes to Lauren; she’s a total free-spirit. The fact that I’m even allowed to be within her orbit is something of a miracle in and of itself. What she sees in a man like me, I have no idea, but I’m not about to take that for granted.
“Shall we?” I ask her, gesturing towards the path that leads to the bathrooms.
“We shall…” She grins and takes my hand in hers.
