We spent the day together hiking my favorite trails, playing hide and seek along the way. Getting high off the thrill of hiding behind a rock or tree and listening to his feet crunch in the leaves getting closer made my heart race like a fox hiding from a hound dog, a very loud hound dog. Smiling and waiting for him to pop his head around and try to grab me as I slipped away giggling only to find another spot to hide.
Eventually he caught me with a firm grasp to my arm as I was trying to run away again. He’ll never know I let him catch me. I playfully try to pull out of his grasp. He grabs my arm tighter and pulls me so hard I will have marks on my arm for hours if not days. He tightly grabs my waist with his other hand and pulls my body against his.
Feeling his heartbeat and heavy breath from the chase against my chest excites me. His cologne mixed with the earthy smell he picked up fighting through the trees and mud to catch me are intoxicating. I feel a heat rise between my thighs as he leans close to my ear and says “You’re mine now”.
His words wash over my whole body like electricity. Time seems to slow down, I become hyper aware of his heat, and wild scent, coming from his neck so close to my face. I can’t help myself. My mouth waters with anticipation. I open my mouth and sink my teeth into his neck, right above the collar of his shirt.
As soon as I taste his skin time speeds up and in the time it takes him to shout “Fuck!” his whole body tenses and I feel three of his nails dig into the skin of my hip and pressure from the other two as they press against my jeans. His other hand lets go of my arm, grabs a fist full of my hair and tries to pull my teeth from his neck by jerking my head back. But the harder he pulls the harder I bite.
We stand there locked together for a few breaths, I can only assume he’s trying to think of how to get me to submit. What a sight we would have been had anyone else stumbled off the beaten trail. My teeth deep in his neck, one of his hands deep in my hair, the other holding me tightly at my hip. My hands gripped tightly to his forearms, our chests moving together a few inches apart.
I run my tongue gently against the skin bulging between my teeth. My hands move to his hips. I lift up his shirt so I can feel the warmth and shape of his body against my fingers. His grip on my hair loosens as I find the dip between his hip and abs. I equally lessen my grip of his neck with my teeth. I hear him moan as I run my hands up his chest. I try to memorize every curve of his body. Teasing him by switching from soft fingertips and scratching nails up and down his torso.
I release his neck completely and give it one last lick. Feeling the divots my teeth have made against my tongue make me smile as I pull back enough to look him in the eyes. His hand is still in my hair but no longer trying to control my head. I tilt my head to the side as I wonder if he is ticklish. With a twinkle in my eye I run my nails lightly down his sides just to see him squirm. Which he does and quickly clamps his hand in my hair tight again and pulls my face to his. “You’re little brat.” He growls in my face right before covering my lips in a kiss so deep I could feel his desire to be inside of me course through my body.
I slide my hands to the front of his pants and unbutton them and slide both hands over his boxers from the base of his cock to the tip feeling him throb as if begging for more..
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