Chapter 98 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. Where was he? Wait, he wasn’t alone. His eye flittered to the sky. The sun hadn’t set, but the moon had given way for brighter clouds. At the sight of his wife, everything came rushing back to him, and he grinned. 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. But the view was one he so much appreciated now.
• 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 moaned into the blanket. They would have to erect something here. Something strong enough to hold a bed. She pushed one leg higher and straightened the other. Still lying flat on her belly, she jutted her ass, exposing her pink, wet pussy to him. Her vagina had been so submissive of late. Maybe he had fully learned her body.