Chapter 3: Rising Action
The switchback trail wound its way through alpine meadows, brimming with wildflowers that danced under the cloudless azure sky. Kevin and Kelly tread along the narrow path, finding respite from the relentless late-summer sun beneath the sparse canopy of lodgepole pines. Their breaths came heavy, blending with the faint breeze that whispered through the trees, its coolness bringing delicious tingles across their reddened faces and shoulders.
The adrenaline coursed through their veins, the sensations of imminent exposure and their illicit escape fueling their desire for each other.
Kelly gasped as Kevin nipped at her earlobe, sending another shiver cascading through her, and she cupped his large hands strategically over her breasts, glancing around furtively as if expecting someone to materialize from the foliage. She turned her gaze upward as a flurry of chattering birds vanished overhead, knowing they were alone for the moment.
With undeniable hunger, Kevin hastily eased her jeans and panties down, baring her lower half. As he knelt before her, his strong calloused hands gripped her thighs, urging them apart. Kelly obeyed eagerly, hooking one leg over his shoulder. Kevin's heated gaze on her left no room for apprehension.
He buried his face eagerly against her center. Her hips lurched forward, the intensity of pleasure instantly washing over her, but he held her fast in place, flicking his tongue skillfully against her clit.
"Fuck!" The swear word left her mouth in a strangled gasp. "Jesus, Kevin!"
Her breath hitched and stars danced across her vision, as waves of pleasure coursed through her from head to toe. The feeling was so intense that the ache in her calves and thighs momentarily dissipated, only to resurge as her body jerked repeatedly in his unrelenting hold. His lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, sucking firmly and rhythmically.