The clearing is off the main trail, hidden from view, and a quick glance tells me there’s nobody around.
“It’s just us and the mountains. Let’s stay all day,” I reply, shooting her a wink. “I can think of plenty of things to occupy our time.”
“Already so needy,” Mellie teases. “One kiss and he’s begging for more.” She laughs as I tackle her, pushing my face into her neck as I flop down beside her.
“Always,” I say, and the next thing I know, I’m kissing heragain. Her mouth parts for me right away, our tongues meeting, lazy and slow in their embrace. My hand finds her hat and I pull it off, my fingers itching to tangle into her hair. Mellie echoes the movement, her own hands gripping my head and pulling.
I break away, breathing hard. “I will never have enough of this.” Mellie’s amber eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and I continue slowly, “I will always beg you for more.”
Her gaze heats at my words. I run a hand across her cheek, continue down her throat with my fingers, and reach down to grab her waist. I pull her toward me, letting her feel how much I want this.Her.“You see what you do to me already, Mel?”
She gasps as I thrust my hips, and she pulls my face down to hers. Her head tilts and our mouths are molded together in synchrony, this kiss full of a desperate passion that has been held at bay for days, months, years.
I kiss her back with all I have, trying to show her just how much I want her, how much I will hunger for this every second of every day now that I’ve tasted her again.
Footsteps crunch on the dry grass nearby and low voices filter over to where we lay. With one last kiss, I pull away and roll onto my back, groaning at the interruption.
Mellie starts to giggle, and when she meets my eyes, she laughs again, covering her mouth. I can’t help but chuckle even though I have no idea what’s funny.
“What?” I ask, smiling.
“I’m just picturing what could have happened,” Mel explains, giggling again. “What a way to get arrested for the first time. Public indecency on a first date.”
I chuckle at her referencing our game of “Never Have I Ever” from last night, sitting up. “This…” I say, pulling her up to a seated position next to me, “...is not our first date. Let me make that clear.” Looking into her eyes, I smooth her messy hair then pull her beanie back onto her head.
“I seem to remember you thinking I couldn’t romance someone properly,” I continue. “So when I ask you out on a date,you’ll know.”
I place a playful kiss at the corner of her mouth. Mel gasps lightly, her breath unsteady as I lean back. Her cheeks are flushed a delicious shade of pink, and I smirk.
She bites her lip, averting her gaze with a small smile. “I’m just…really happy, Ro.”
Her words pull my heartstrings taught, and there’s suddenly a boulder-sized lump in my throat. “Me too, Mel.”
She moves to sit in front of me between my legs, leaning against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, hands resting on her thighs. We sit like this for a while, content to be in each other’s arms and soaking in the scenery around us.
Back at camp, everyone gathers around the fire. We pass the late afternoon snacking and talking. Mellie and I are snuggled together on the ground, sitting against a log with a big blanket wrapped over us. Evan keeps grinning in our direction over the flames. I’m glad he’s still happy with me dating his sister, or else this trip would have gotten very awkward.
Eventually, it’s time to retire for the night. Mellie and I make our way into our tent, zipping the flap closed and fixing the bedding once more. I lay down beside her and lower the lighting on the lantern near my head. The tent falls into darkness, and I can just make out the silhouette of Mel’s profile as my eyes adjust.
She rolls onto her side like last night, and I waste no time moving behind her, my left arm going under her head and my right wrapping around her body, pulling her snug against me. She’s so warm and soft and all I want to do is lose myself in her, but I know I can’t. Not yet. I don’t want to rush this, as much as I want to bury myself inside her right this second.
Mellie pushes her body into mine, seeking warmth. Her ass hits right over my crotch, and I groan into her hair. I can’t resist thrusting my hips, just a tiny bit, and Mel’s body reacts immediately. She lets out a small sigh, pushing back against me again.
I run my hand over the material covering her stomach, relishing the shiver that rocks her at my touch. With slow intent, leaving her time to stop me if this isn’t what she wants, my fingers continue their soft exploration, moving to the edge of her sweatshirt.
She doesn’t stop me.
I dip under, finally finding her bare skin. She lets out a soft sigh as my hand runs across her stomach to cup her hip. I dig my fingers into her skin gently as I push myself against her ass, letting her feel how hard I am.
“Mellie,” I groan quietly, my forehead falling against her hair. She rolls her hips in response, her ass pushing against me. I wonder how wet she is, how her body is reacting to mine. I yearn to touch her, to please her. I have never been so turned on by anyone in my life.
Running my fingers back down her stomach, I skim the edges of her sweatpants. “Tell me if this is too fast. Tell me if you want to stop, and we’ll stop.” I kiss her neck. “We don’t need to rush this.”
Mellie reaches down to rest her hand over mine, and gives it a gentle squeeze.
“Believe me, I want this.” Her voice is a whisper, a gentle rustle in our quiet tent.
I push against her again, my hand leaving hers to run up her torso. She’s not wearing a bra under her sweatshirt, and she lets out a soft gasp as my warm palm finds the cool skin of her chest. I roll her hard nipple between my fingers, tugging gently before skimming my hand down to cup her breast.
