Mud Run

His gentle approach is met with fervor. She closes the gap, pushing against him, tongue licking across his top lip. He can’t help the please rumble in his chest as he returns the gesture, pressing ever so more against her until she pulls away. Those wildflower eyes staring at him, asking for more.

A brow raises for but a moment. Was it always this… quick? Did women not like to be woo’ed? Or was that just the stories told by his mother to keep him from laying with every girl he crossed paths with? Scald wasn’t going to ask questions. No, he was going to take hold of his chance.

Leaning back in, he presses his mouth to her, pushing against her gently to match the fervor she had moments before. He feels the hitch in his chest too, the excitement, the allure of being with someone new. That draw to discover and explore.