It had been such a lovely day.

More than I’d ever imagined when I’d agreed to come out for the trial. I hadn’t expected Bane. Not like this. To be so honest, open, kind, and interesting.

I hadn’t expected to like him so much.

I laid in the tent. Alone. Staring up at the material of the roof and replaying the last couple of days in my mind.

I was in danger of breaking the rules we’d set for this relationship and really liking this man. Already. I was only a couple days in and my defenses were already crumbling. He was like no one I’d ever known, and I was sure I’d only scratched the surface.

I couldn’t wait to see him with Sloane.

My body started buzzing with need as I replayed the kiss in the lake.

I turned my head and looked out the flap of the tent. I could see Bane lying there, near the fire, his gaze up on the stars above.

He wasn’t asleep either.

I wondered if he was as turned on as I was.

If he was thinking about that kiss.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. To taste him.

I knew he wasn’t ready to have sex, Bane had been clear about that, but fooling around in other ways would be okay, right?

Just a little something to take the edge off…

My stomach dipped nervously as I tried to build up the courage to act on my desires. What if he turned me away, or worse, got upset with me for pushing things? All I wanted to do was give him pleasure, and maybe get a little for myself along the way. That didn’t make me a bad person, right?

I wouldn’t push him into something he’d already said he didn’t want, but a blow job wouldn’t hurt. Would it?

The thought of going over to him, taking his cock in my mouth and pleasing him until he couldn’t hold back had my body getting hot as my hands began to shake.

I could do this. Just go out there and be assertive.

I swallowed nervously, wiped my wet palms on my shorts, and eased out of the tent.

Bane’s head turned toward the sound, and he watched me quietly as I moved toward him. I paused next to his sleeping bag, then dropped to my knees.

He opened his mouth, probably to ask what I was doing, but I shook my head.

I needed him to be quiet, or I’d lose my nerve.

I slowly reached out. Both of our gazes tracked the movement, neither of us breathing as we waited to see what the other would do. Tension crackled between us as my fingers grazed his skin as I grabbed his waistband.

Bane’s Adams apple bobbed when he realized what I was about to do, and his eyes darkened. I watched his face for denial, rejection, or any sign that he wanted me to stop. When he didn’t protest, I started to pull his shorts down.

Bane lifted his hips to help me, and I pulled them down just past his butt, then stopped and looked.

His cock was long, think, and very hard.

It pulsed against his stomach, and I reached out, needing to feel him.

Bane sucked in a breath at the first touch, the back of my knuckles running softly down the length of him. I turned my hand as I reached the tip and fisted my palm around the head, squeezing slightly as I moved that fist down, then back up.

“Katja,” Bane said, his voice sounding choked.

My eyes flitted to his face, then back down to watch what my hand was doing.

I held onto the base of his cock, holding it upright as I bent forward. I ran my cheek over the silky skin, and Bane groaned in response, then I let my tongue follow suit, before placing my lips around the head and sucking.

Bane’s hipped buck and he moaned, “Fuck,” and that was all the invitation I needed.

I jacked him as I bobbed, my cheeks hollowing out as I sucked. The taste of him, coupled with the sounds he was making, and the feel of him beneath my hand had my pussy wet and pulsing with need.

I shoved my free hand into my shorts and found my clit.

At Bane’s strangled cry, I looked up at him to see his gaze alternating from what I was doing with my mouth, to what I was doing to myself, which only turned me on more.

I moved my fingers furiously over my clit as I worked him over, and it didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm building. I moaned around Bane’s cock, moving my hand from the base of his shaft down to cup his balls, then gently roll them in my palm.

“I’m gonna come,” Bane grunted, giving me enough of a warning to move if I wanted.

I didn’t want.

I sucked harder and rolled his balls some more, and as I felt him stiffen beneath me, my own hips bucked as I came against my fingers. Seconds later, Bane shot into my mouth with a shout, and I kept sucking until he began to soften in my mouth.

I pulled my hand out of my shorts, helped Bane pull his shorts up, then dropped a kiss on his cheek and said, “Good night.”

I went quietly back into the tent, zipped myself in, and got comfortable in my makeshift bed.

I fell asleep quickly, my body relaxed and satisfied, with a smile on my lips.