A Walk In The Park

Midway through my morning run, I stopped and wished Zoey were there. My skin was slick with sweat, the air thick between the trees. I pictured her stripping every piece of fabric away and running her tongue over every inch. When my eyes opened she stood in front of me, camera in hand. We slipped deeper into the woods. She peeled off her top and I took her nipple between my lips, sucking until it tightened. She eased my top down next and caught my own nipple between her teeth, biting just enough to make me gasp. The park wasn’t enough anymore. We raced to the hotel room, hearts hammering, heat pooling low between my legs. On the bed, my mouth found her first—slick, salty, delicious—and then hers replaced mine, tongue working until my thighs shook. We traded places again and again, each climax feeding the next, neither of us wanting to stop. I want you to see every second, to feel how soaked we got.