Eloise watched Marcus out of the corner of her eye, she knew he was nervous about what, she didn’t know. His fingers drummed a steady beat on the steering wheel as he drove. She watched the scenery pass by, the sun setting left the world bathed in pinks, yellows, reds and purples. The trees became thicker and the world darker as Marcus drove them down a dirt road. He parked the car, she took a look around and couldn’t see anything like the traditional camp site she had seen in movies.
“Where is the tent?” she asked, turning to look at Marcus.
“Over the hill, the car is safer here,” he explained, turning off the car he stepped out and walked around to help her out. She took the offered hand and let him pull her from the car, the cool wind blew and she shivered. Marcus wrapped an arm around her shoulders pulling her tight against his body. The heat radiating off him instantly warmed her, she looked up and smiled at him.
“Anything for you. Come on, I will start a fire.” He walked her over a hill and she gasped. In the clearing near the lake stood a large canvas tent. The flap was open and she could see an air mattress with a thick white comforter. All around the tent were fairy lights wrapped in the trees and around the poles holding up the tent. Nearby, stood a fire pit with two camp chairs settled in front, she could see a small portable stove and several battery operated lanterns.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing to one of the camp chairs. She settled in one and he draped a handmade lap blanket over her legs.
“To keep you warm,” he explained, and set to work starting the fire. Eloise watched him, his red hair gleaming in the lantern light. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a thick vest over top, dark wash jeans and hiking boots. His large hands quickly set up a fire and had it roaring in no time at all. He amazed her and she felt a warmth settle over her body that wasn’t just because of the fire.
“I love you,” she said, he turned away from the flames and gave her a surprised look. The light from the fire put his face in shadows adding an element of danger to his persona.
“I love you too, what brought that on?” he asked, walking over and sitting in the camp chair next to her. He took one of her hands and laced their fingers together.
“I spent most of today thinking about us, and talking with your mom and sister-in-laws. I am very lucky to have you and I want you to know how much I love you,” she answered. When she’d been getting her toes done Beth and her talked about her stalker and everything Marcus had done for her. Not all of it was something just a bodyguard would do for a client, from the very beginning their relationship had been more.
“What conclusion did you come to?” His voice was soft and she could tell he was worried she didn’t want to continue to be with him.
“That you are my forever and I am happy I let you mark me,” she replied, leaning over she kissed his shoulder, even sitting he was much too tall for her to kiss on the lips. Dissatisfied with her reach she stood up and climbed into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck she caught his lips in a hot and steamy kiss, pushing her tongue in she explored every inch of his mouth. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. A growl emitted from his throat and she grinned, she loved being able to pull his bear out. Moving down his neck she nipped at his pulse and he jerked underneath her. She could feel the pressing of his cock through her jeans, pushing her hips down she rubbed her soaking pussy against him. Their clothing barely muting the effect of him pressed against her.
“You keep kissing me like that and I am going to take you in the tent,” he grumbled in between her kisses. His hands had slipped underneath her jacket and shirt to stroke the tender skin on her sides.
“Maybe that is what I want, we were apart all day,” she admitted. Pulling back he looked into her eyes and she could see desire raging in the depths of his green eyes. Cupping his face in her small hands, his three-day beard rubbing against her tender skin, she kissed him. Pouring all her love for him into the kiss she felt his bear rattle in his chest with pleasure. His hands slipped under her bottom and he lifted her up as he stood. Striding toward the tent Marcus kept his lips locked to hers. Eloise wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her hold with her legs. He had to duck to enter the tent, but never once did his lips leave hers. She felt drunk and hadn’t had a drop of alcohol all day. Marcus bent down and laid her on the air mattress, he followed her tangling his tongue with hers. Beginning to feel overwhelmed from the kisses, she broke the kiss and tugged at his long sleeved shirt. She wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers and couldn’t wait any longer.
“Marcus,” she whispered, he smirked and pulled the shirt over his head. His hair became disheveled and she reached up to smooth it down.
“Your turn,” he told her, reaching down he removed her jacket and shirt leaving her clad in only a bright red bra.
“Mmm, I love this bra on you. It is my favorite color and looks amazing next to your caramel skin.” Bending down he nipped at her neck and down to her breasts. She arched her back moaning when his mouth settled over her bra, teasing her nipple through the bra. She watched as he bite down and screamed when the pleasure became too much, soaking her panties. Her hands found his belt, quickly she undid the buckle and his pant zipper, she could feel his cock thickening even more as her hands moved closer to him. She reached into his pants and freed his thick cock, rubbing back and forth she watched him groan.
“Your hands are perfect,” he moaned, using his hands he quickly stripped them of the rest of their clothing and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. Lifting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust, there was no time for foreplay. They both were to ramped up to care much, their lips crashed together and she took control with her tongue. Her hands gripped his biceps holding on, as he pounded her relentlessly. Her orgasm came quickly, crashing over her like a wave on the sand. Arching her back, she moaned, her senses focused solely on the feel of his thick cock being gripped by her fluttering pussy. She looked up into Marcus’ eyes and saw he was nearing his own orgasm. Wrapping her legs around his waist she held on thrusting in tandem with him.
“Eloise,” he moaned and bit her again, not hard enough to break the skin, but it would leave a nice mark on her shoulder. His orgasm overtook him and he poured his scalding seed deep in her womb. She held on as he pumped into her hard and deep, his rhythm faltering and then he lay on top of her. His weight was a comfort to her, knowing him he was holding himself off of her just enough not to crush her.
“I love you Eloise, marry me,” he whispered, she froze underneath him and looked up. His eyes bulged from his eyes and she knew he hadn’t meant to ask her.