There are so many stars in the sky. They look so sparkly and beautiful and at this moment I feel like I could sit here forever, in the forest under a sky full of stars. The air around me is crisp and clean and I take a deep breath.

I can hear Eli rummaging around in the tent behind me. He brought a ton of blankets and pillows because I told him once that I sleep with at least 3 pillows. The others have already migrated into their own tents. Not a peep can be heard from Bennett and Isa but Tess is giggling and laughing her ass off. Simon's a funny guy, it seems. 

The tent flap whips open and Eli appears in the opening of the tent.

"You gonna come inside?"

"Yes," I whisper and turn around to climb into the tent. It looks incredibly cozy inside. A big fluffy blanket and at least 5 pillows are spread out in the small space. 

"For not wanting to come here, in the beginning, you sure put a lot of effort into making this tent comfortable," I smirk at him.

"Just want to make it worth my while," he retorts.

"Alright," I laugh off his little dig at me as he makes himself comfortable between all the fabric.

"Come here." He opens his arms and I waste no time snuggling into his warm embrace.

From time to time, we can hear Tess laughing and squealing, and it's so shrill I feel bad for the animals in this wood.

"That woman has one loud voice," Eli mumbles and I nod in agreement.

"Tell me about it, I live with her," I chuckle and kiss his chest.

When I look back up to his face, his stormy eyes clash with mine and I swear that desire is clearly visible in his irises. Well, that was a quick shift in mood.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he tells me, making me seal my lips over his without thinking. he kisses me back without wasting a second. I can never get enough of his kisses, I get lost in them every single time. And every single time, it's like kissing him for the first time all over again. As if I'm on autopilot, I straddle his hips and frame his face in my hands, kissing the corner of his mouth before moving to his cheek and further down his jaw until I reach his throat. I find his sweet spot fast; the area where his neck and torso connect. Peppering it with butterfly kisses, I can feel him growing harder and harder underneath me, his fingers digging into my skin almost painfully. It's a good pain, one that makes me feel alive and wanted.

I move my attention to his collar bones which are peeking out of his dark grey shirt. My fingers find the hem of it, diving under the seam to feel the indents of his abs and his soft skin. He moans and I can't help the liquid pooling between my legs at hearing him vocally express his arousal. I slide down further on his body, too determined and turned on to notice my own nervousness.

My fingers grip the waistband of his sweatpants and I slowly start pulling. 

Eli stops my hands. "You don't have to do that," he whispers with a strained voice.

"I want to," I tell him with what I hope to be a tone of finality. I am a little scared of being bad at it but I want to finally make him feel the way he made me feel before.

I continue pulling on his sweats and once they are down to his mid-thigh, I come face to face the bulge that's straining against his boxers. Almost in awe, I gingerly touch it with my fingers, running them over the fabric of his underwear. Eli hisses and throws his head back against the pillows.

"You don't have to be gentle with it, you're not gonna break it," he groans, looking down at me with a crazed look in his eyes. I take his advice and firmly grab him. He lets out a low curse but doesn't stop looking at me.

I look at him too, never wanting to forget this sight. To remember, that I can give him pleasure Iike this and how that pleasures me in return. I slowly free his erection from his boxers, marveling at its size once it's fully exposed. His dick is much longer and thicker than I anticipated and it has a slight curve to it toward the top. I can't wait to taste him for the first time. I reach out and hold his member in one of my hands before sliding my tongue over its veiny texture from the bottom all the way to the top. I make sure to go slow and I know it was the right choice when I hear Eli cuss again.

"Fuck, Romy. Please..."

I can't help but giggle because hearing Eli beg is something very rare. Trying to remember any tips that Tess gave me, I lap my tongue over the head of his cock before placing a kiss on it. Eli's hand finds my hair and fists it but he does not move my head. Timidly, I open my mouth and try to take as much of him in as I can, which is only about half. His hips flex at the sudden sensation and he thrusts them upwards a little. I gag and pull back on reflex but immediately go back down on him. This time, he does move my head, taking himself out of my mouth. I frown at him, thinking I did something wrong.

"Don't hurt yourself, baby," he mutters, looking into my eyes. Despite his words, I can see the restraint swirling in them.

"I won't, I just want to do it right," I tell him, biting my lip in worry.

"You'll do just fine, believe me," he smiles. "Just go slow and don't push your limit."

My heart flutters at the way he cares about my wellbeing and I nod before sucking him back into my warm mouth. What I cannot fit, I cover with my hand, finding a steady rhythm up and down. From time to time, Eli meets my movements with small thrusts, not risking to make me gag again even though I didn't mind it that much. When I look at his face again, he looks like he's concentrating hard. With a plop, I release his throbbing member.

"Am I doing okay?" I ask him, uncertainty tainting my question.

"Yes," he pants while stroking my hair a few times.

"Anything I should change?" I inquire further, moving my hand slowly up and down on his cock.

He leans up on his elbow to get a better view of me.

"Try twisting your hand a little," he suggests with a tight voice.

"Okay," I quickly say and my mouth eagerly gets back to work, and just as he said, twisting my hand with each stroke.

He starts to pant rapidly, his broad chest rising up and down in haste movements. His hand tightens its grip on my hair and my pussy floods with liquid at the small amount of pain that action caused. 

"Atta girl," he praises, and my core floods with arousal at his words. Good god, I never thought giving head could turn me on this much.

I moan around his cock and as if on instinct, he thrusts up a little deeper into my throat, holding himself there. I concentrate on not gagging again and even though feeling him in my throat is a very foreign feeling, I find myself liking it. With a strained groan he comes in my mouth and not knowing what else to do, I swallow his hot sperm, the taste salty and musky.

I slowly pull him out and take a deep, much-needed breath. Eli lets go of my hair and grabs my forearm instead, pulling me back up on his body, before forcefully crashing his lips to mine. His tongue dances with mine for a while and then he pecks my lips and breaks the kiss. His free hand pulls up his boxers and he throws a blanket around my slightly shivering form. I didn't even notice I was cold, feeling so damn hot inside.

"I'm sorry," he begins. "I meant to tell you when I was about to-"

"It's fine. I like your taste." I cut him off, knowing where he was going with it. My palm finds his cheek and I give him a smile.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Romy. I swear to God." His hand shoots out and gently wraps around my throat, pulling me down to meet him for another soul-searing kiss. After a while, I pull away and look at him.

"Did I hurt you?" His hand gently strokes the skin on my neck and throat. I shake my head no and he nods his head once.

"You look tired," I note.

He nods and smirks at me. "I am. But not too tired to eat you out."

"Don't worry. Let this be about you for once, okay?"

His brows crease in disagreement but I don't let my stern look ease up.

"Okay," he relents after a while with a whisper and I grin in triumph.

I kiss his lips and cuddle into his side, my leg and arm swung over his hips and torso and my head on his broad chest. 

"Sweet dreams, darling," Eli whispers and kisses my forehead.

I am already fast asleep before I can wish him sweet dreams, too.

Birds chirping, the rustling of leaves and, of course, Tess's incessant laughing is what wakes me up the next morning. My eyes flutter open and my other senses are slowly regaining consciousness. I notice how hard it is to breathe and in the next moment, I realize it's because Eli's giant body is halfway on top of me, crushing my limbs. Our legs are tangled, his face is buried in the side of my neck, his warm breath caressing my skin. His hand has a firm hold of one of my boobs under my shirt.

"Eli," I croak out from under him, trying to twist my body out which proves to be impossible. Damn, that man is heavy. I wriggle my arm out from under my body and tap his hand on my boob.

"Eli?" I try again, a bit louder this time.

"No," his deep and hoarse voice grumbles into my hair.

"I can't breathe," I tell him. I don't get an answer. My chest tightens and I can feel myself starting to panic. I know that he would never hurt me but I can't stand the feeling of not being able to freely move. "Eli, please. I need some air," my voice now urgent.

In one swift movement, I am on top of him instead of under him.

"Better?" he asks quietly.

"Yes, thank you."

In the next moment, our tent rattles, and I startle from the sound, sucking in a breath.

"Get up sleepy heads! We want to go hiking," Tess yells after she threw god knows what at our tent.

"I'm gonna kill her," Eli hisses out between clenched teeth.

"No you're not," I scold him and he smirks in return. His eyes are still closed and for the first time in a while, he looks completely relaxed and at ease. Not counting the death threat from moments ago. 

My fingers slowly trace the outline of his face and his features, stopping after I traced his mouth. Leaning forward, I place a featherlight kiss on his full lips, my forefinger and thumb holding his chin. I pull back but only manage to get away a few inches. Eli's hands shoot out, grabbing the sides of my face and pulling my lips back onto his. He nibbles on my bottom lip a few times before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I guess he doesn't care about morning breath. That thought makes me smile into the kiss, forcing Eli to slow down.

"Let's join the others for breakfast," I murmur and get out of his tight hold on my body.

Ben and Isabelle are walking ahead of us, leading the hike. Their hands joined and they whisper things to each other every other minute. It's kinda cute. Eli went off the track somewhere, looking for cell signal to call back his lawyer. He missed his call this morning. Simon is off in his own world, trying to find animal tracks or something like that. Tess mentioned he likes nature. 

That leaves Tess and me. Finally, I can tell her about what happened last night. I've been dying to tell her all morning but we never got a moment alone. 

"Guess what," I tell her, trying to hide my small blush.

"You sucked his dick," she bluntly says.

My mouth falls open in shock. "How did you know that?!"

She shrugs. "I went to go pee last night and passed your tent. I heard you gag."

"You are unbelievable!"

"Hey, not my fault you can't keep quiet," she grins. "So, how was it?"

"Good, I think. I liked it and I think he did, too."

"Is he big? I bet he is," she answers her own question.

"Tess!" I gasp and slap her chest.

"What?! I'm curious. I would tell you Simon's size," she argues, wildly gesturing with her arms.

"I don't want to know Simon's size," I whisper-yell at her.

"What about me?" A voice comes from behind us and we turn to find Simon looking at us with an unknowing smile on his face.

"Tess was just saying how crazy she is about you," I quickly tell him, smirking at my best friend.

"Aww, I'm crazy about you, too, bunny," he beams and kisses her nose.

"Bunny? Cute nickname," I chuckle and Tess glares at me.

"Right? It's because she has so much energy and always bounces around everywhere, reminds me of a bunny," Simon explains.

"Bunnies are quiet specimen, though," I comment and Tess throws me the finger.

"Look who's talking," she teases and goes to say something else but Eli slings an arm around my waist, pulling me to him, and stopping Tess from embarrassing me.

"What are you bickering about?" he asks calmly.

"We're just talking about nicknames," Simon answers. Eli's hand wanders over my back and settles on my neck, squeezing lightly.

"What an... interesting topic," he grumbles and gives the back of my neck one more squeeze before he saunters off to where Bennett and Isabelle are standing, waiting for us.

"He's in a mood, maybe you didn't do a good job after all," Tess pokes her tongue out at me and I roll my eyes.

"I did do a good job, his mood is probably because of something his lawyer said," and since Tess's tongue is still out, I grab it and pull on it, making her call me very colorful names.

I stride over to the others, followed by a still cursing Tess and an amused-looking Simon.

"What did you do?" Eli asks, eyebrow raised in question as he looks over at Tess.

"Nothing," I shrug and hug his biceps. "Let's go."