"It is,” Cam said, his blue eyes looking only at me and not at the scene below. I blushed and lowered my eyes. He put his finger under my chin and lifted it. "Why are you shy about me calling you beautiful?"
“I just haven’t heard it in a while,” I said quietly. "I'm usually just the fun girl or the girl that guys want to watch a football game with. You're the first man in a long time to call me beautiful and actually look like you mean it."
“Of course I do,” he replied, lowering his lips to mine. His kiss was hot, and despite being still winded, I was soon kissing him passionately, pulling him against me as the lust that had filled me the night prior reawakened.
I looked down, and saw the spot I'd ridden by the other day, and knew there was a perfect spot nearby. "Follow me."
We cruised down the hill, not pumping my legs to let my breath return and for my heart to slow at least a little bit. I saw where I wanted to go just a bit up ahead. Pulling to the side of the trail, I stopped my bike and looked back at Cam, trying to get a read on him.
He nodded and held out his hand as if reading my mind.
Taking his hand, I led him to the small clearing I'd seen the other couple in before turning around and looking at him, biting my lip in nervousness. “How’s this?”
Cam looked around, then shook his head. "No. Over there," he said, laying a hand on my lower back and guiding me to another spot about ten yards further behind some trees. “The couple you saw the other day probably wanted to be seen. Voyeuristic thrill and everything."
The clearing was more secluded, with the grass thick and padded as Cam knelt, bringing me down with him. On our knees we kissed, his lips leaving mine to trail hot fire down my neck and around my ears. Gasping, I pulled at his ridiculous-looking shirt until he leaned back and let me pull it over his head. "See, that's why I chose this shirt today," he chuckled as he tossed it to the side of the clearing. "No worries about grass stains on that thing."
"Your powers of foresight are amazing," I teased, reaching for the button on his shorts. "What about these?"
"You could probably drag these through a half mile of jungle and nobody would care," he said. He let me undo the button, then took my wrists in his hands, pulling them away gently. "Now, that wouldn't be fair. It’s your turn.”
I let Cam place my arms over my head and left them there while he lifted my t-shirt up and over my head. Desire sparkled in his blue eyes as he looked at me, and I felt sexy. I felt wanted. "Perfect."
"Hold on, big boy," I teased, reaching behind my back for the catch on my bra. "You're topless, shouldn't I be too?"
Cam’s hungry look in his eyes was all the answer I needed. I unhooked the catch and shrugged off my bra, holding my left arm across my breast as I handed it to him. "Souvenir?"
“Stop it,” I laughed and shook my head. "Go put it with your shirt, we should be at least a little neat."
I used the moment Cam's head was turned to sit all the way down without feeling like a goof while still keeping my arm over my breasts. He came back and saw me sitting with my legs crossed and leaning back on one elbow like some sort of pinup, grinning. "You don't have to pose for me."
"I know, but I like the way you look at me," I replied.
He nodded, and I uncovered my breasts, waiting for his reaction. Cam's smile as he looked at me when I lay back told me everything I needed to know. I hooked my fingers in my waistband and Cam reached for the zipper on his shorts. As I slid my panties down, he unzipped and let his shorts fall to his ankles, pulling his boxer-briefs along with them.
To say Cam was well-built was an understatement. His legs were just as well muscled as his upper body, defined but not overly bulky, strong but lithe. His hips and lower abs were rock hard and led to the long, semi-hard cock that dangled between his legs. It was like someone had read my mind for perfect length and girth and blessed it between his legs. I got to my hands and knees and crawled over to him, taking it him my hand without even thinking. "May I?"
"Please," Cam said, grinning at me.
I looked up at him, slurping the rapidly hardening head into my mouth and running my tongue over the velvety skin. He even tasted perfect, masculine without being overpowering, and I sucked more of him in, swallowing him deeper.
"Melina..." Cam groaned, stroking my hair out of my eyes as he looked down at me. "I...."
I pulled off and smiled, shaking my head. "Show me."
I laid back, opening my arms to him, who knelt down and laid beside me, kissing me again. His hard, wet cock nestled between my thighs and I clamped down around it, not to arouse him further but to keep it just where it was while we kissed more. Cam cupped my breast, his thumb playing over my nipple and sending sparks down below. "Cam...."