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Authors: Stephanie St. Klaire
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territory was clearly marked, they were certainly a couple.
The song ended and they just stood there. Locked in each other’s gaze, body to body, heated and primed, when Dawson broke the drawn out silence, “Do you want to get out of here? Get some…air?”
She smiled, “I haven’t finished my beer.”
With a sly grin and a wink, “I’ll buy you a six pack, darlin’, let’s go!”
She laughed out loud, as he pulled her through the crowd. He opened her door, took another long wet kiss with her back against his truck, not willing to let her go yet, as his hands slid down her sides and landed on her firm ass; it fit in his hands perfectly. She ran her hands through his hair and let out a slight mewl as he squeezed. Hands rising on her waist, he lifted her to the truck before breaking the kiss.
***
Bear Creek ran along the outskirts of town, crossing through Pavilion Park, to the woods on the other side. More than a sprinkle of a creek, not quite a river, it hosted a plethora of wildlife and many banks to fish and catch crawdads. Dawson drove to a spot where he liked to drop a line in and ponder his thoughts from time to time; it was peaceful, grounding. Tonight it boasted privacy, surrounded by trees and untouched wilderness; a moon lit rendezvous to ponder something new.
Sam was taken by the beauty the light of the moon cast across the creek, like natures mirror, casting its beauty in a perfect reflection, surrounded by the millions of stars that so brightly twinkled like precious gems above them. The beauty of their surroundings was breath taking by day, and by night it was absolutely enchanting, intensifying their already heightened mood and senses. Here, it was just them and the simplest sounds of nature.
It was a warm summer night, but he was hot from the company. Dawson grabbed a blanket from the back seat of his truck and placed it at the bank’s edge that he led her to.
“Wow, you come prepared, Tayler,” she teased.
“I’m a medic, I have a hefty first aid kit, matches, kindling, and even food rations if you’re hungry. I’m prepared for anything. We could survive for days out here if you wanted,” he rebutted, half joking, half serious. He wouldn’t mind being stranded somewhere secluded with the woman before him, he could get lost in her for days.
“Is that some sort of offer, cowboy?” She tempted, hoping it was indeed some sort of offer, getting lost with Dawson sounded like a naughty dream come true.
“Do you want it to be?” He questioned her, surprised at the breath he was holding, hoping for a yes.
“I want it to be something,” Sam admitted, shocked that she said it so freely, but she did indeed want more from Dawson. Friend zone with Dawson was great, but for the first time in years she desired more, she questioned herself, could she do more than a fling? Dawson was proving to be the exception to every rule she had.
“How about we start with this.” He grabbed her hand and walked her to the center of the blanket, right at the waters’ edge, and he kissed her, long and with promise.
He felt her soften in his arms, and she kissed him back. It was full of passion, vulnerability, and surrender. He felt her walls falling as she invited him in, boundaries no longer distancing them, allowing what they both hadn’t known they wanted all along. He had been waiting on this moment all night, the chance to get lost in her, and by her reaction, it seemed certain she had been wanting that too.
Sam let go of his hands and dragging them up his torso, placing them on his hard chest. Her hands traveled up his body, exploring every bump and ridge; the man was fucking ripped. As her hands found their way around his neck, his traveled up and down her sides full of equal parts care and mischief. Each time they rose, they came closer to her breasts teasing her with every rise of his touch. Her body was humming from the sensation and anticipation of what was to come. She arched into him,
The song ended and they just stood there. Locked in each other’s gaze, body to body, heated and primed, when Dawson broke the drawn out silence, “Do you want to get out of here? Get some…air?”
She smiled, “I haven’t finished my beer.”
With a sly grin and a wink, “I’ll buy you a six pack, darlin’, let’s go!”
She laughed out loud, as he pulled her through the crowd. He opened her door, took another long wet kiss with her back against his truck, not willing to let her go yet, as his hands slid down her sides and landed on her firm ass; it fit in his hands perfectly. She ran her hands through his hair and let out a slight mewl as he squeezed. Hands rising on her waist, he lifted her to the truck before breaking the kiss.
***
Bear Creek ran along the outskirts of town, crossing through Pavilion Park, to the woods on the other side. More than a sprinkle of a creek, not quite a river, it hosted a plethora of wildlife and many banks to fish and catch crawdads. Dawson drove to a spot where he liked to drop a line in and ponder his thoughts from time to time; it was peaceful, grounding. Tonight it boasted privacy, surrounded by trees and untouched wilderness; a moon lit rendezvous to ponder something new.
Sam was taken by the beauty the light of the moon cast across the creek, like natures mirror, casting its beauty in a perfect reflection, surrounded by the millions of stars that so brightly twinkled like precious gems above them. The beauty of their surroundings was breath taking by day, and by night it was absolutely enchanting, intensifying their already heightened mood and senses. Here, it was just them and the simplest sounds of nature.
It was a warm summer night, but he was hot from the company. Dawson grabbed a blanket from the back seat of his truck and placed it at the bank’s edge that he led her to.
“Wow, you come prepared, Tayler,” she teased.
“I’m a medic, I have a hefty first aid kit, matches, kindling, and even food rations if you’re hungry. I’m prepared for anything. We could survive for days out here if you wanted,” he rebutted, half joking, half serious. He wouldn’t mind being stranded somewhere secluded with the woman before him, he could get lost in her for days.
“Is that some sort of offer, cowboy?” She tempted, hoping it was indeed some sort of offer, getting lost with Dawson sounded like a naughty dream come true.
“Do you want it to be?” He questioned her, surprised at the breath he was holding, hoping for a yes.
“I want it to be something,” Sam admitted, shocked that she said it so freely, but she did indeed want more from Dawson. Friend zone with Dawson was great, but for the first time in years she desired more, she questioned herself, could she do more than a fling? Dawson was proving to be the exception to every rule she had.
“How about we start with this.” He grabbed her hand and walked her to the center of the blanket, right at the waters’ edge, and he kissed her, long and with promise.
He felt her soften in his arms, and she kissed him back. It was full of passion, vulnerability, and surrender. He felt her walls falling as she invited him in, boundaries no longer distancing them, allowing what they both hadn’t known they wanted all along. He had been waiting on this moment all night, the chance to get lost in her, and by her reaction, it seemed certain she had been wanting that too.
Sam let go of his hands and dragging them up his torso, placing them on his hard chest. Her hands traveled up his body, exploring every bump and ridge; the man was fucking ripped. As her hands found their way around his neck, his traveled up and down her sides full of equal parts care and mischief. Each time they rose, they came closer to her breasts teasing her with every rise of his touch. Her body was humming from the sensation and anticipation of what was to come. She arched into him,
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