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Poppy put her clothes back on, aware of Alex doing the same beside her. When they were both finished, they both scooted forward towards the tent door at the same time, nearly colliding in the process. They turned to each other then, both a little shy and laughed.

“Go ahead, Poppy,” Alex suggested, but she shook her head.

“No, you go.”

He raised his eyebrows in question.

“So I can check out your ass when you head out the door.”

Eyebrows still raised, his eyes widened slightly, but then a sultry grin covered his face.

“Oh, and I don’t get to check out yours?”

She blushed slightly.

“I don’t have much of one,” she said shyly. “You do.”

He laughed, blushing too and wrapping a hand around the back of his neck.

“I beg to differ, but alright. You win. This time.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned back on her hands and watched as he made his way out of the tent, shaking his head at her voyeur’s stance. Just as he was almost all the way through, she leaned forward and smacked his ass, causing him to look over his shoulder.

He looked almost scandalized but then he smiled.

“You’d make one hell of a girlfriend, Poppy.”

And that line hit her like a ton of bricks. Her heart started beating rapidly, and she could feel her breathing start to come in short breaths. It must’ve shown on her face because Alex began to stammer, even as he held his hand out for her to come out of the tent too.

“I-I don’t mean for me,” he clarified, and she took his hand and climbed out of the tent.

“It’s okay, Alex,” she said, sweeping the images of them being cutesy and in love under the rug for the time being. “Don’t worry about it.”

She tried to untangle herself from him, so as to dig through their cooler and find something for them to eat, but his hand was still clasped on hers as she began to walk away, and he used the lingering touches of his grip to pull her back to him and kiss her.

She sank into the kiss despite herself, letting him explore her mouth and feel the rush of the kiss all the way down to her toes. When he pulled back a little, he nuzzled her nose, and didn’t say a word, though she felt like he wanted to.

Poppy for her part just sighed dreamily.

She was getting in way too deep with all of this, and she knew it. But it would all be over after today, so maybe she should just enjoy it while it lasted: the sex, the post-coital glow. It was nice being with him like this, and realizing just how much he trusted her and how deep their friendship ran.

“I love kissing you, Poppy,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers – and she let him.

“I love when you kiss me,” she confided, softly, smiling like a fool. “But I, uh, should get the food out and ready, yeah?”

He nodded and finally let her go.

“Yeah. Okay.”

She could feel his eyes on her backside though as she bent down to open the cooler. Heard his grunt too that he didn’t even try to hide.

“Alex,” she warned.

“Sorry,” he said, then plopped into one of their camping chairs.

She straightened and turned around, some foil packages in one hand and two smooth sticks in the other.

“Are you?” She raised an eyebrow and sat down in her chair. “Want to start a fire?”

“Yes,” he said, standing up and then crouching down to re-arrange some logs on the fire pit. “To both.”

Poppy smirked, then dug around in one of their bags where she’d tucked the lighter away and handed it to him.

“Thank you for your service.”

He rolled his eyes and muttered something she couldn’t make out, but she didn’t ask for him to elaborate, only chuckled quietly to herself.

Things settled in nicely after that. Alex got a fire going, and Poppy put some pre-cooked chicken and steak and veggies on two different sticks for cabobs, so they could warm them up over the fire.

They sat there for a while in silence, waiting for their food to get ready, then chowed down once it was. Alex chomped too soon and started exhaling sharply till Poppy got him a water, which he thanked her through a mouthful of meat over. She smiled and said you’re welcome before getting her own water and relaxing in her chair to eat and gaze out over the beautiful surroundings.

Time passed, and they settled into a soft silence for nearly an hour, just looking around, dozing on and off, and smiling at each other when their eyes met.

Then, quite expectedly, Alex broke the silence.

“So…”

Poppy turned to look at him. Then she looked down and saw a definite bulge in his shorts. She shook her head.

“What in the world are you going to do without me all summer, Alex Nilsen?”

He frowned.

“You’re not coming home?”

She shrugged.

“Maybe for a little while, but it’ll probably be better for me to move to New York before the rush of fall comes in. Besides, don’t we usually get busy and just text when we have time? That’s what happened last year.”

He frowned.

“I guess I’m just used to seeing you every day at school. It’ll be weird not seeing you even throughout the week.”

Poppy thumped a staccato of her fingers on the arms of the chair.

“Because we’d just become friends a year ago?” she guesstimated, and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“We can facetime,” she said. “And maybe you can stop by once before I leave.”

“Just once?” He gave her his sad, puppy dog eyes, and she had to laugh.

“Alex Nilsen, I swear you weren’t even this attached to Sarah when we first met.”

He scoffed.

“I like spending time with you. Is that a crime?”

She smiled softly.

“I like spending time with you too.”

Her eyes looked over at his tent, and he caught on immediately and looked over too, before matching her heated gaze.

“S’mores later?” he concluded, hopefully.

Poppy’s smile spread.

“S’mores later.”

…

As the sun began to set, Poppy and Alex made their way into Alex’s tent. They were just about to get undressing when Poppy yelled out condoms! Alex muttered damn it under his breath, but crept on out of his tent and ran across the short way to Poppy’s before clutching the huge box of condoms and trudging back to his tent.

Poppy stared at him after he got inside and then burst into laughter.

“What?” he asked, but Poppy couldn’t stop laughing.

These weren’t small, cute little giggles either, but a huge belly-laugh where she was doubled-over and clutching her middle.

“Poppy, what?” Alex asked again, but her laughter was contagious and soon enough he was trying to bottle up his own chuckles to no avail.

“Sorry,” Poppy wheezed. “It’s just…we’re only going to need one.” She swiped away at the giggly tears taking up residence in the corners of her eyes. “Not five hundred.”

“Four-hundred-ninety-nine,” Alex said, “to be precise.”

Poppy’s lips spurted out some spit as she began to laugh again, and Alex tossed the box to the side, pulled her into his arms and kissed her firmly on the mouth to settle her.

Much to Alex’s delight, Poppy melted in his arms and murmured a thank you, I needed that, when he lifted his head.

“Happy to oblige,” Alex said, with a wide grin on his face.

“Should we, uh…” She gestured to the sleeping bag they were sitting on.

“Get to business?” He filled in the blanks, and Poppy blushed. He found it adorable.

“You said it, not me.”

Alex rolled his eyes, smiling playfully.

“Okay, well, first things first,” Poppy said. “We undress.”

She reached for her shirt to lift it up and over her head, but when she had it halfway to her elbows, Alex stopped her.

“Let me.”

Poppy stilled, and he was pretty sure she was going to object. Probably saying something like it’s a little too romantic to be undressing each other. But then, she’d stopped objecting to their kisses ever since their waterfall make out, and that was as romantic as kisses get.

There was a little voice in the back of Alex’s head that he was trying to ignore. Something about how he was possibly getting addicted to seeing Poppy in such an intimate setting. That he’d miss touching her, miss tasting her, miss seeing her so vulnerable and opening up beneath him like the flower she was.

He didn’t think he was developing romantic feelings for her by experimenting sexually with her a few times, but his knee-jerk reaction to fixing any problem had started to become kissing her, and he obviously couldn’t do that anymore after tonight. And what about next summer? What if they were with other people? Could he really just put this whole experience behind him as Poppy being a really good friend and helping him out with his sex life, his love life too?

“Okay,” Poppy said, giving in to his request, and Alex watched as she lifted up her arms for him and let him pull the shirt all the way off.

They’d already kicked off their shoes, so that wasn’t an issue. Their lower halves might be a bit more complicated, but nothing they couldn’t handle.

Just as Alex was starting to lean over Poppy to help her with her shorts, Poppy laid her hands on his chest, pressing her forehead to his, and he watched as she lifted the hem of his shirt up higher and then over his head, tossing it to the side.

She touched him then, not down below, but on his chest and stomach, tracing the lines on his pecs and abs as if she were trying to memorize them.

She didn’t say anything about how ripped he was this time, so he didn’t blush, but he knew she was thinking it. Maybe. Hell, he wasn’t sure, but it did something to him to have her touch him so gently. Made his heart flip and butterflies fill his stomach.

“Poppy…”

Her hand slithered up then and wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him in for a kiss.

One kiss became two, became five, became endless. Each messier, sloppier, more intoxicating than the last.

Alex groaned and quickly eased her down onto the sleeping bag, deepening each kiss as if he would swallow her whole.

Her feet snuck under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down at almost the same moment as she lifted her ass off the ground to aid him in pulling her shorts off.

When they were both nude, Alex felt this overpowering need to worship her with kisses like he’d done before. He knew they were here to learn, not just to have any kind of sex, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to get romantic like this, but the ache inside him to please her was quickly overruling any desire to learn multiple sex positions for the sake of his future partners.

“Poppy,” he sighed, sounding exhausted, like he’d just run a marathon.

“What is it?” she asked, cradling his face in her hands and looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this.”

She froze and slowly released his face.

“You don’t want to do what…exactly?”

“This…position we were planning on,” he said in a huff.

Poppy relaxed immediately, a trace of a smile now on her face. She tangled her fingers in her hair.

“Does it make you nervous?” she asked gently.

Alex turned his head and kissed the inside of her arm.

Hell yeah, it made him nervous.

It made him nervous that he wanted to see her face when they fucked, that he wanted to pleasure her more than himself, that he wanted to experience an intimacy so deep that went beyond just having an amazing orgasm.

He didn’t want to just fuck her. He wanted to make love to her.

And it scared him shitless.

“Isn’t there another position we can do instead?” he asked, avoiding the question entirely.

“Well, there are lots of positions, Alex. I’m not flexible enough for all of them.”

“I’m serious.”

She pursed her lips.

“We could fuck side-by-side. You behind me, holding me, and me in front. You hold up one of my legs to give you access, you fuck me from behind, but it’s a little bit different. Easier on our knees for sure because we’d both be laying down.”

Alex’s mind stopped at holding me. He felt a flutter in his chest.

“Okay, let’s do that one,” he said.

Alex was a sensual mastermind.

He might be new to sex, but he certainly knew his way around kissing a woman’s body, Poppy thought.

Because after whispering the most delicious words in her ear, he didn’t simply pull back and kiss her lips, no. He kissed the shell of her ear and tugged on her ear lobe with his teeth, making her gasp.

He kissed her jaw line from by her ear to near her chin, making her breathe heavier and inevitably grab at his body.

She felt his smile when she did that, but she didn’t care. He was trying to get her to unwind, to relax, and to feed her arousal until she was desperate for him.

And it was working.

“Ale-” she tried on another gasp, but he only dragged her bottom lip towards him with his teeth before drawing her closer, forcing her to pull him in and kiss him the way she wanted to.

Poppy moaned and started to lay back on the sleeping bag, bringing him with her. She spread her legs easily to make room for him, and he settled into the new space.

They kissed a while longer, Poppy’s hands exploring Alex’s shoulders and back, her calves wrapping around his hips, her heels digging into his ass.

Alex grunted from the sensation, propped up above her. They weren’t just kissing and exploring in order to get to the penetration portion, to be turned on enough to get there. They were doing it because they wanted to. Because they’d been looking forward to it since the waterfall – or really, since the first time they fucked and woke up wanting more. And that made all the difference.

Poppy turned her head slightly away from the intoxicating kisses to catch her breath and slow her heart rate maybe, but Alex didn’t falter. He wasn’t offended and didn’t object.

Instead, he used the opportunity to kiss her jaw again, and then kiss her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders. He kissed the slope of each breast and then the peak, swirling his tongue around her nipples and making her practically levitate off the ground, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Alex. Mm, that feels so good,” she purred, as he smirked and continued his descent.

He kissed the underside of each breast, then down her stomach, leaving wet, hot kisses an inch or two apart until he reached her navel. Then he blew lightly on the wet marks he’d left and saw as Poppy shivered underneath his touch.

Then, he continued down her body, kissing each hip, then just below her belly button, then right at the top of her mound, breathing hotly against her glistening folds.

Poppy whined slightly, not knowing if she was more overwhelmed from his touch or the near-touch by her pussy’s surface.

“My god, how are you doing this?” she cried softly, clutching her fingers in her own hair as her body rose and fell in its impatience. “I thought you didn’t know how.”

“It’s just kissing, Poppy,” Alex teased, licking a line around her lower lips before licking his own from the taste.

Poppy hissed.

“M-more,” she heard herself begging. “More, please.”

Alex chuckled, but it was a little bit strained.

“Actually, uh,” he cleared his throat before kissing the inside of her knee. “I was hoping you could guide me through this part.” He kissed the other knee.

Oh.

Poppy lifted her head and opened her eyes.

“Oh, are you ready?”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and then looked down at his own body. The weight and feel of his cock was hard and heavy. He could tell that just from where it leaned against the sleeping bag. But that wasn’t what he meant.

“I am,” he said, carefully. “More than. But uh, I want to…” He blushed a little. “I want to eat you out, Poppy.”

In that moment, Alex’s blush was nothing compared to hers. Her heart was pounding, and embarrassment flooded through her, but the lust and genuine desire was evident in Alex’s eyes. He wanted to do this. He wanted to learn. And maybe just wanted to pleasure her just for the sake of it?

Wouldn’t that be nice.

“Oh. Um.” She licked her lips. “Are you sure? Because you don’t have to. I’m turned on enough to get going, believe me.”

“No, I can tell that.” He smirked, and Poppy was sure she was red from head to toe. “But I want to, and I can tell that you…you want me to, don’t you?”

Poppy groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“God, this is so embarrassing.”

She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.

“Pop, it’s not,” Alex said softly. “Don’t be embarrassed about you want. You gave me a hell of a blow job this morning. I’m just…returning the favor.”

Poppy removed her hands and opened one eye.

“You’re sure?”

He chuckled hotly.

“Positive.” He grabbed one of her hands and flipped it over to kiss her palm. “Show me. Talk me through it.”

Poppy licked her lips and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” His smile softened.

“Scoot down,” she instructed, scooting up a little herself due to the size of the tent. “I’m just going to quasi-sit, so you have room.”

“Alright.”

“Get on your stomach, and…” She licked her lips. “I’ll spread my legs some more.”

She saw as his adam’s apple bobbed and felt all sorts of sensations.

“Now.” She took a breath. “Lean down and use your tongue to push into my pussy.”

He lapped at the lining of her folds for a moment, then did as instructed. He said something then that she assumed was for confirmation that he was doing it right, as muffled as it was.

“Uh-huh, yeah,” she returned, swallowing hard as the sweat started to form on her arms and legs. “Now feel around for a little nub, almost like a button, and – oh, my god.”

She reached blindly and caught hold of a handful of Alex’s hair and held on tight, pulling him deeper into her.

“Now, just swirl your tongue around – yes, yes, yes. Fuck!”

Her arms gave out, and the tent leaned back where her head rested.

Alex reached for her hand, and Poppy reached back, intertwining their fingers and holding on tight.

Poppy tipped her head up then and watched as his head moved up and down, his nose doing a number on her too, right at the hood of her folds. But that tongue of his – hell. He was a fast learner and there was no denying that. When he started experimenting with sucking her clit, she nearly lost her sanity all together.

He used his other hand to lift one leg over his shoulder, and then untangled his other hand from her to do the same with her other leg. Then he yanked her a bit closer, and Poppy yelped as she slipped back down onto the sleeping bag and Alex continued to lap her up, to swirl his tongue around her clit, to repeatedly hit her most sensitive mark over and over and over again.

And then, it sparked like a rocket no more than a minute later. Poppy jerked up, and her limbs jerked too. She bucked hard against his face, but he kept going, kept flicking his tongue on the tip of her clit and along the sides too, until she was melting and unbearably sensitive, and sighing from the sensations rushing through her.

When the ripples finally ceased, Alex slowly lifted his head and licked his lips.

“That good, Poppy Wright?”

Still heaving, Poppy could hardly find the words. She lifted her arms for him to come to her, and his body slithered over her wetness, across her tummy and breasts, straight to her lips where he devoured her sweetly.

“You are the best student,” she said, emphasizing each word, after she came up for air.

He slipped his fingers into her curls and tipped her face up to kiss her again.

“Only fair, since you’re the best teacher,” he cooed.

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, Mr. Nilsen, you ready for the next part?”

“We don’t have to wait? You’re not too sensitive still?”

“Oh, no. Us girls recover fast.” Her eyes twinkled, as he looked at her amazed. “Besides, uh, if I don’t get your cock inside me soon, I’m gonna start complaining real loud.”

He chuckled.

“Alright, then. What’s first?”

“First…” She bit her bottom lip, and then looked at him apologetically.

“What?” he asked, worried by the look on her face.

“We better get you a condom.”

He frowned.

“But we don’t ha- No. Oh, no. Come on, Poppy. They’re sheepskin!”

She laughed. Lambskin, actually, she thought, but she supposed it amounted to the same thing.

“I know. But you haven’t worn one before anyway, so you’ll only know the difference when you get a normal one the next time you have sex.”

He pouted.

“The things I do for you, Poppy Wright. Okay, where are they?”

She bit her bottom lip, preparing to break the bad news.

“Oh, no, they’re not…”

“Uh-huh.”

“Poppy!” he whined.

“In your tent.”

…

It was hell itself trying to get his shorts back on over a very prominent erection, but anything for Poppy Wright, Alex thought, as he at last trudged over to his tent, found the massive box of condoms in his bag and tucked them under his arm as he marched back to Poppy’s tent.

What he saw when he unzipped the tent door wet his appetite for her all over again.

One of her hands was gripping her breast, the other between her legs, massaging where his tongue had been, and he had half a mind to do the job all over again just to hear her hopefully screaming his name this time in addition to the whimpers and moans and cries he’d gotten this last time.

“Poppy.”

Her eyes opened slowly, almost like she’d been aware of him watching her, and he was positive that made the bulge in his shorts even harder.

“Zip the door,” she said sultrily, and his body ached to touch hers again, to be inside her just from hearing her talk like that.

He quickly came inside and zipped up the door, then kicked off his shoes, and with some effort, got his shorts off too.

“C’mere,” she beckoned, removing her fingers from her pussy and curling one to draw him near.

He didn’t have to be told twice. He practically pounced onto the sleeping bag to gather her into his arms and kiss her.

After a few steamy kisses however, she pulled away.

“That was nice,” she complimented, “But not quite what I meant.”

His brows furrowed, confused.

“I want your cock in my face.”

His mouth ran dry.

“Are…Are you sure?” he rasped, the image it summoned making him nearly light-headed.

She nodded.

“Just…put your legs on either side of mine and scooch up as close as you can go.”

He gulped.

“You sure you don’t want to just get started? I mean, I’m really hard, Poppy,” he said, huskily. “I don’t think I’ll make it if you give me a blow job now.”

She smirked.

“I won’t do it for long. Just a little bit. Just so you can see what us girls can do.”

He licked his lips, the image in his head about to become reality a heady feeling.

“Okay.”

He followed her instructions as she’d told him before, and soon his cock was even with her lips, pointing right at her, and she was smiling.

He waited, drool forming at the corner of his lips, for her to begin.

Poppy didn’t make him wait long.

She wrapped her hand around his long, heavy, hard cock and pumped him a few times. Then, she massaged his balls a little, making him moan.

“Poppy.”

And then, while she was still doing that, she parted her lips and brought him into her mouth.

Slow as sin, she took him further and further into her mouth, taking her time to swirl her tongue around and suck him inch by inch until his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little.

Alex, a little alarmed by the choking sound, tried to pull back, but Poppy grabbed a hold of his ass and kept him still, pushing herself the short distance until her nose was pressed up against his skin.

“Oh, god.”

And then, sucking hard, she dragged her head back until his cock was back out in the open air, and she was licking the precum off his tip.

“There. You haven’t cum yet. I told you we could do it. Condom?”

She held out her hand.

Alex was still staring at her like he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed, but her raised brows made him act faster. He picked up the large box, fiddled with the closed flap of one of the miniature boxes, and by some miracle, pulled out what was apparently a lambskin condom.

It was dark, not see-through, but the material still felt rubbery like he’d heard a regular condom was like, and the material was thin-ish too, so at least it wouldn’t feel all that different for Poppy going in.

“Oh, my,” Poppy giggled, when he handed it over to her. “That is different, isn’t it?”

Alex’s eyes widened, unbelievably worried for a millisecond before she reassured him moments later.

“I’m kidding.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, and she shook her head, smiling.

“Relax, Alex,” she said. “It still feels the same to me. It should be fine.”

“Okay,” he heard himself say, but still found himself mesmerized as he watched her put it on and then kiss his tip.

“Poppy, I gotta get inside you now,” he whimpered, oblivious to how weak and needy he sounded. She was being unbelievably sexy. Some part of him couldn’t even believe today had happened. All he wanted was for it to keep happening over and over and over again.

“The feeling is mutual.” She smirked, and he almost came right there. Especially when her hazel eyes flicked up to his, and her hands smoothed up the sides of his body.

“Okay,” she said, when her fingers reached his shoulders. “I’m going to lie down now and spread my legs.”

He gulped.

“Then I’ll put my fingers in my pussy where your cock is supposed to go. You put your fingers in by mine, and I’ll slip mine out once you get a good feel for it. Then, replace your fingers with your cock and push as far in as you can go. Then – well, you know how sex works, right?”

“O-Of course.”

He swallowed.

He knew a little. From seeing squirrels go at it once. And okay, that one clip of porn he’d seen in high school that one time when his friend Andy invited him over to ‘hang out’. That was the last time he did that. He bolted out of there like a jack rabbit as soon as Andy put his hand on his knee during the clip.

“Great,” Poppy said, surfacing Alex from his high school trauma. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

He licked his lips, entirely focused on Poppy now.

He scooched back so that she could lie down and spread her legs. Then, he watched as she slowly inched her hand down her body and slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot, Poppy,” he blurted, making zero attempt to take it back after it’d left his mouth.

It was the simple truth. She was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t believe it’d taken this trip after his break-up for him to realize just how much.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Nilsen,” she moaned slightly, and he knew she was getting even more turned on by having her fingers back inside her again.

Well, he’d put a stop to that. He wanted to be the one getting her off.

He licked two fingers at the same moment as her eyes lifted to his again, and her eyes dilated. Then, only looking down once, he put his fingers where hers were, long enough to register which direction to go in when he exchanged them with his cock.

“You got it?” she asked, breathlessly, and he could tell the feel of both their fingers was really doing a number on her. He loved it.

“Uh-huh,” he said, giving a quick nod and licking his lips.

“Okay,” she said, “Go for it then.”

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled his hand free of her, then inched closer and slid his cock inside, shuddering with pleasure as he moved into her.

“Keep going…keep going…keep going,” Poppy encouraged, as he took his time to inch along and become completely consumed by her tight wetness inside.

Then, Poppy gasped and moaned, tipping her head back.

“You made it.”

She shivered when he reached the hilt, feeling the fullness and hardness of him no doubt.

“Okay,” she said, after a beat. “Do it.”

He swallowed and placed his hands on her hips, tilting her up slightly.

Poppy helped, sensing the direction he wanted to go.

Then, he pulled out just a little, then back in again, just as slow. Out and then in, out and then in. The friction did a number on him, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Poppy, I need…” he trailed off, not sure how to put it into words, but Poppy figured it out immediately.

“Do it then, baby,” she purred, probably not even aware she’d let the pet name slip out. “Fuck me.”

He shuddered.

Taking a moment, he released her hips and hovered back over her and waited for her kiss. Once she granted it, he thrust into her again, harder this time. Then again, twice, faster.

“Keep going,” she urged, sliding her hands up his back and ending around his neck. “Let me feel how bad you want this.”

He groaned and really sped up then, moving hard and fast, thrust after thrust, feeling as she tightened her grip on him and moved with him.

They fucked in tandem then, getting lost in each other and the sweat and the need and the ecstasy of fucking someone you trusted so much that you were slowly realizing was attractive as hell.

“Oh, fuck, Poppy, I think I’m cumming.”

Some voice in the back of his head said maybe he should stop or slow down or pull out, but he didn’t want to. And he was wearing a condom for Christ sake. They were protected.

“Then, cum for me, baby,” Poppy purred, digging her nails into his ass, and they both came undone.

“Ahhh,” Alex cried, collapsing on top of her as he throbbed and jerked inside of her.

“Alex,” Poppy moaned, hiking her legs up around him and bucking up against his drained body until her ripples ceased and she could go as limp as he was.

After a moment, Alex lifted his head then lowered it to kiss her.

“We only did one position,” he said after a beat.

“I know,” Poppy sighed dreamily. “I’ll have to just give you instructions on the other one. It’s just me on all fours and you behind me.” She yawned. “You just gotta be careful to put your cock the same place as before and not in the ass, because trust me when I say, most girls are not into that.”

Alex thought about it for a while.

“We could just do it again.”

Poppy opened one eye and then the other.

“I’m really more of a hands-on learner,” he informed her.

Poppy couldn’t help but laugh, her tummy rumbling against his.

“A third time today?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Well, yeah,” he said, kissing her nose and then her chin and then her cheeks until she was smiling. “I’d go all day if you let me.”

She sighed contently.

“Alright, Alex Nilsen. But your body needs time to recoup before it’s ready to go. Why don’t we have dinner first and relax outside. It’ll give the sleeping bag time to air out too, so we don’t feel gross when we use it again.”

“We could just go into my tent,” he said, cheerfully. “It’s been airing out all day.”

Poppy rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Alright, Handsome,” she mused. “But we should still eat dinner first, while it’s relatively light out. And toast marshmallows! This is our last night here.”

He kissed her nose again.