85: Tell him nothing

Maksim woke up first. His neck was stiff from the position he had laid all night, and the knife in his socks poked his ankle. It was still too early in the morning. The sun hadn’t set, but the moon had given way for brighter clouds. Camilla was asleep on the blanket while his back rested against the tree. He wasn’t sure how they came to be in this position after fucking last night.

Her dress bunched at her thighs, and the fluttering wind pushed it above her ass. He kicked off his shoes and placed the pocketknife at the foot of the tree. The kink in his necks melted with each careful turn. He continued the rotation until his neck became less stiff. On his knees, he crawled to her, his legs on either sides of hers. His morning erection poked his zipper, and her round ass beckoned on him. He owed her a massage, or preferably a spa treatment. But right now, he had to wake her up.

The cold air made his nipples hard. His hand disappeared between her legs, and she moa