The fire crackled to a slow ember as Adam traced his thumb along my skin. My stomach was full and the night was thick around us. My tummy hurt from laughing and my throat was hoarse from all the talking we had done. The moon hung heavily in the sky, and every other campsite around us had quieted down and gone to bed for the evening. No more children were heard splashing around in the lake and no more four-wheelers were heard driving about in the woods behind us.

It was just Adam and I…and the dwindling fire as the stars twinkled above us.

I looked over at him and found him already staring at me. His shadowed outline loomed closer to me, his warmth encompassing me as he leaned over. I met him for a kiss. It was a silent, tender moment between two lovebirds who had lost their way when life came running at them full force. I tasted the mustard on his tongue, his soda on his lips. His hand slid up my arm before he cupped my cheek, deepening our kiss. My body tingled for him. My skin jumped alive underneath his touch. My mind came to a grinding halt as he got up from his seat, dipping between my legs and wrapping his arms around me.

I hummed into his kiss, feeling his hands splay across my back as he pulled me to the edge of my chair.

We’d had such a great evening reconnecting, and I felt closer to him than ever before. I felt like I had when we had first started dating. The tension thickened between us and my tits rose to painful peaks, threatening to poke holes through my shirt. His hands slipped underneath the fabric of my top, running along my skin. I shivered against him, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer to me as his movements grew more desperate.

“I need you in my life, Kylie,” he said in a whisper. “I need you next to me.”

“You have me,” I said breathlessly. “Now take what’s yours.”

He picked me up from the chair and settled my back on the ground next to the fire. Slowly, our clothes came off as the light of the dimming fire illuminated our bodies. It warmed us underneath the cool spell of the moon that draped along the forest. His eyes heated, darkened with lust and desire for me. His lips pressed kisses in all the places that made me jump. My neck. Behind my ear. Against my nipples. Between the valley of my breasts. I didn't care who saw us. I didn’t care who heard us.

All I wanted was to make love to the man who was meant for me.

He dipped between my thighs and ate his fill of dessert. His tongue lapped up my slit, gathering my juices before they hit the ground. I wrapped my hands in his hair and pulled him closer, wanting to feel more of him as his stubble raked against my pussy lips. He slid one finger in, then two, crooking them at that glorious angle that made my toes curl and my heels dig into the dirt. I bucked into his face and coated his cheeks with my arousal. I bit down onto my lower lip to stifle my moans just in case someone was lurking.

But in the back of my mind, I knew we were alone.

It was just the two of us surrounded by nature without a care in the world as to what was left back in Portland.

“Adam. Oh yes!”

He rushed up my body, my pussy beginning to throb, and quickly slid into my pulsing warmth. He rocked into me, setting a steady pace as his trimmed curls ground into my sensitive clit. I jumped at the feeling. I breathed the air he panted. I looked into his eyes as his forehead fell to mine, feeling his entire body shaking with the effort to bring me pleasure.

Bring me joy.

Bring me happiness.

“I love you so much,” I said breathlessly.

He stilled his hips against me and dropped his lips to mine, answering my statement with an action.

He pulled out from between my legs and eased me over, then lifted my hips into the air. Oh shit. I wouldn’t be able to contain myself if he did this to me. His cock painted my ass with his precum before he slid in, filling me to the brim and bottoming out against me. I groaned into my hands, allowing my head to fall to the ground. Then I felt him grip my hips and pull me closer to him.

“Let me hear you,” Adam said. “Let the whole world hear you.”

He pulled out and slammed back in as a whimper fell from my lips. Every part of my body came alive with electricity as our fire slowly died out. With every thrust against my body, my whimpers grew to moans. And those moans grew to groans. And those groans grew to cries.

“Adam! Holy shit. Yes! Please!”

He snapped against me, jiggling my ass for his viewing pleasure as my tits bounced against the grass. I gasped and shook. My juices dripped down my slit and found their way onto me. I felt him fall against my back, cloaking me in his strong form as his hand wrapped around my stomach.

“Adam, no. I can’t. It’s too much. I can—”

But the second his fingers connected with my clit, I was done for.

“Oh, shit, Adam. I love you. I love you so much. Fuck me. Harder. Don’t stop. Oh, holy hell. Oh baby. Baby. Yes. Oh shit!”

My hips pressed into him as I came around his cock, pulsing and throbbing as his hips stilled against mine. His fingers pressed into my clit, feeling it throb with release as he groaned into my back. Kiss after kiss was pressed into my skin as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Stars burst and colors sizzled, and for a few seconds the world was bright with the sun. His cum coated my walls, pumping me full until it spilled out onto the ground. I quaked against him as he slid his cock against my walls one last time, allowing my pussy to milk him before we both collapsed.

His hands slid along my arms so he could lace our fingers together, our bodies coated in the illumination of the moon.

I felt him shaking. I felt his heart beating rapidly against my back. My jaw quivered as tears rose to my eyes. I felt so close to him, so in love with him in that moment. He was everything I remembered him to be, and it brought me so much joy to know we hadn’t lost that just yet.

That we hadn’t lost the joy and the passion that used to sizzle between us.

He rolled off my back and fell beside me as juices dripped from my legs into the dirt. He pulled me into him, stroking my hair as he kissed the top of my head. I always felt beautiful when he did that, cherished in a way I’d never felt in my life. He was the only man who had ever done that to me, who had ever kissed my head in the way a proud person would. I rolled over and nestled into him, my eyes fluttering closed as our naked bodies lay there in the grass by the smoldering fire.

And we fell asleep that first night underneath the stars that clapped with fervor at our performance.