Chapter 12

While I was changing clothes inside the tent, I could already smell the food he was cooking over the bonfire. My stomach growled loudly. I was starving, especially after everything we did all day. He didn’t just bring me to this beautiful place, he also pleased me in so many unforgettable ways. Who would have thought that making love inside a cave could be such a thrilling experience? We didn’t seem to run out of energy at all. By the time we came out, it was already dark. My knees were shaking, like jelly, thanks to all the different positions we tried.

We bathed again together, still completely bare, under the soft light of his rechargeable lamp that lit up our space beautifully. He dressed first, and while I was still inside the tent, I could see the glow of the fire outside. The tent wasn’t small—just enough space for the two of us and our things neatly tucked to the side. I slipped into a thin cotton dress, combed my short hair, sprayed on a bit of perfume, and stepped out of the tent.

He was grilling the fish we had brought from the cooler. He was sitting on a large log. I walked over and sat beside him. He looked at me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Then he eyed what I was wearing, shook his head slightly, and took off his jacket to drape it over my shoulders.

"That dress is too thin. You'll get cold," he said softly.

I thanked him and clung to his arm.

"Why would I get cold when you're here to keep me warm?" I teased, making him laugh. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead again.

I looked up at the sky, filled with countless stars, with the full moon shining brightly.

“It’s beautiful out here at night, Daddy. And surprisingly, it’s not scary at all.”

“You’re right, baby. That’s why I like it here, quiet and peaceful. I don’t have to think about anything,” he said. “Living in a small town has its perks… The only problem is people love to gossip too much.”

I chuckled at the last part and rested my head on his shoulder.

“It’s nothing like the city. It’s always so noisy there. I’m just glad I chose to take this road trip instead of staying home or starting work at my dad’s company. If I hadn’t done this, I probably would’ve been bored to death by now… and I wouldn’t have met you, Arthur.”

He smiled at me as he turned his gaze toward mine.

“You wanted an adventure, and I’m happy you followed your heart. But Aya… didn’t you leave a boyfriend behind?”

I blinked in surprise.

“Daddy, would I really be sleeping with you if I had a boyfriend?” I grinned. “No, I didn’t leave anyone. My mom actually didn’t want me to go. I had a boyfriend during my college years, but I am uncertain about my feelings towards that relationship. I was never really satisfied.”

“And now? Are you satisfied?”

I cupped his face and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Very satisfied, Arthur… I’ve never experienced anything like this with anyone before. I’m just lucky I met you while you were still single.”

He laughed heartily and kissed me again. Once the fish was ready, I grabbed our plates, already filled with beans, and he placed the grilled fish onto mine. We ate with our hands, and the food was wonderful! The food was perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He even fed me a few bites himself.

I washed the dishes afterward and tidied up the area. Then we sat by the bonfire and talked about random things. I even told him about the time I messed up during my sister’s wedding, which he found amusing. He truly came into my life at such a random time. When I was bored and restless, it somehow made everything better.

He, too, shared stories about his past. Back in college, he had flings with older women, including one of his professors. As he described their escapades, I could feel my body gradually heating up. And I knew he noticed. I could tell he was fully aware that his stories were turning me on, but he just let me simmer.

It was already late when we finally decided to head into the tent to sleep. He was right. It really was cold at night. I was shivering as I went in first and turned on the rechargeable lamp. After he put out the fire outside, he followed me in, flashing me a warm, sweet smile.

I didn’t wait a second longer. I cupped his face with both hands and kissed him deeply, passionately. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into his lap.

“Daddy, let’s get started… I want to make the most of every second I have with you,” I whispered in his ear, teasingly licking the edge of it.

He chuckled in that sexy, low tone and began kissing my neck as he slid my dress off my body…

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving warm, slow kisses that made me shiver, but not from the cold. My dress slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my waist before he gently tugged it all the way off. Now fully exposed under the soft glow of the lamp, I straddled his lap, our skin touching, warm and electric.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, running his hands up and down my sides. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

My heart fluttered. I cupped his face again and kissed him, deeper this time, savoring the way he tasted and the way he held me like I was something fragile and precious. But there was also heat between us, something wild and undeniable. His touch moved lower, exploring familiar paths with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to unravel me.

I could feel him getting hard beneath me, pressing against my core, and I couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped my lips. I shifted slightly, teasing both of us with the delicious friction.

“Look what you do to me,” he murmured against my shoulder, then kissed it. “You drive me crazy, Aya.”

“Then lose control,” I whispered back, brushing my lips against his ear. “I want you to.”

That was all he needed.

In one swift motion, he laid me down gently on the soft sleeping bag beneath us. His hands roamed my body with reverence and hunger, as if rediscovering every inch of me. He kissed my collarbone, my chest, and then lower… taking his time, making my body arch in anticipation. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his fingertips, sent a wave of warmth rushing through me.

When he finally aligned himself with me and slid inside, I gasped—my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He paused, resting his forehead against mine, letting us both feel the intimacy of that first connection.

“Still okay?” he asked softly.

“More than okay,” I breathed, brushing his hair back. “Please, don’t stop.”

He began to move. He moved slowly at first, savoring the moment and savoring me. We stayed locked in each other’s gaze as our bodies rocked in rhythm, the soft rustle of the tent mixing with the faint sound of the waterfall outside. My nails dragged lightly down his back, his hands gripping my waist like he never wanted to let go.

The pace quickened. Our breathing grew ragged. The tension built between us like a fire steadily stoked by every kiss, every thrust, and every moan we tried to muffle but failed.

“I love how you feel around me…” he groaned, lowering his head to kiss the swell of my breast. “You were made for me, Aya.”

“I feel you everywhere,” I whimpered, my back arching as I chased the pleasure spiraling inside me. “Don’t stop, Arthur. Please…”

He didn’t. He drove into me with purpose now—deeper, harder—but still laced with care. His mouth found mine again and swallowed my cries as I trembled beneath him, my climax rushing through me like a crashing wave. He followed soon after, gasping my name as he buried himself fully and released everything in me.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, heavy and tangled together. He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, still inside me, our bodies warm and slick against each other.

We didn’t speak right away. We didn’t need to. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips, and then rested his chin on my head, wrapping the sleeping bag around us both.

“I don’t want this night to end,” he said softly.

“Then let’s not let it,” I whispered back, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “We can make our own time in here.”

Outside, the night wrapped us in silence, the flickering shadows of the fire long gone, but inside our tent, it felt like we had our own little world, lit by warmth, passion, and something deeper neither of us dared name just yet.