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Twyla’s mouth slides down my cock, her lips stretched wide as she takes as much as she can of me. Fuck, the visual of this alone is almost enough to make me come, never mind the sensation of her lips. She bobs up and down on my cock until her saliva covers it and drips down her chin.
When I grip her ponytail tighter, it only spurs her on. At one point she pushes me in until I breach the back of her throat and she holds herself there, staring up at me with her big, bright eyes.
“Goddamn, woman.” My voice is as rough as the bark on the tree behind her.
She removes her hand from my base, and I thrust into her mouth, hand still on her ponytail. Twyla opens wide, letting me set the pace while I fuck her mouth. The base of my spine tingles and I pick up my pace, gripping her hair tightly while I push my length in and out past her plump lips.
That’s when the sound of someone coming down the trail reaches us—voices reverberating through the forest. My eyes flick down to meet hers as I still. But Twyla’s not having it. She moves up and down my cock, picking up the rhythm I was just working.
My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles even more. I hunch over her, one hand in her hair, the other pressed into the bark of the tree behind her as I come down her throat, mouth open on a silent moan as the people pass the tree we’re behind, none the wiser.
It takes me a moment to feel sturdy enough on my feet to straighten and remove my hand from the tree. When I do, my chest heaves as though I just ran a hundred yards.
I hold my hand out to help Twyla up first, then I pull my boxer briefs and shorts back up.
“That rocked my world.” I pull Twyla into me, kissing the top of her head before bending to really kiss her. I taste myself on her tongue, but it doesn’t bother me.
This experience is something I’ll never forget. In fact, I’ll probably have a hard-on every time I walk in Muir Woods now.
“You’ve been so generous. I had to return the favor.” She rests her chin on my chest and stares up at me. “And like I said, I’ve always wanted to do it outside. The fear of being caught is kind of a turn-on.”
I chuckle. “We almost did get caught.”
She puts her finger in the air. “Almost. But we didn’t.”
I kiss her forehead. “I wouldn’t have cared anyway.”
She smacks me in the chest. “You would have cared if it was all over the media.”
“Nope. Still worth it.”
Twyla laughs, which I’m starting to realize is one of my favorite sounds in the world, and we get ourselves organized again and continue down the trail.
I don’t generally like surprises of any kind, but it turns out that Twyla showing up in town was the best kind of surprise there is.
Twenty-Three
Twyla
“There’s no trading lunches, guys.” I walk over to the four desks that are pushed together into a group and take the rice crispy square from the little boy and hand it back to the little blonde girl who gave it to him.
“But they’re his favorite,” she says with a pout.
I crouch beside her desk. “Mine too. But do you know why we’re not allowed to trade anything in our lunches with anyone else?”
She shakes her head.
“Because some people have really bad allergies, and if they eat something they’re not supposed to, they can get really sick. You don’t want your friend here to get sick, do you?” I motion to the boy across from her.
She shakes her head. “No. And Bryon is my boyfriend, not my friend.”
The other two kids in the group of four giggle.
“Well then, you especially wouldn’t want to get your boyfriend sick.”
“I don’t want Byron to be sick!” Her brown eyes grow wide.
“Okay then, from now on, everyone should just eat whatever their parents packed them for lunch, okay?”
