Fuck. She’s completely bare under these shorts. The only thing between us is two fragile pieces of fabric.
I increase the pressure my hips are applying to her core, and she gazes up at me with such want. Such need. Such desire.
I know she’s craving it, and all I want to do is give it to her.
However, she can sense my reluctance. “Nathan, I know what you said about not wanting to make me feel like I’m some fling by doing it in a hotel room, but does the same still apply to a tent?”
I hum. I’ve never been with a woman in a tent before. “I just don’t want you to think—”
“The only thing Ithink, is that I’m fucking desperate for you right now.”
With my finger twirling around the waistband of her shorts, I gauge her reaction as I slowly dip into them, stroking her skin. The tent suddenly feels a whole lot warmer.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes, you don’t even need to ask.” The words rush from her.
“I definitely do.”
I refrain from touching her just yet, though, because if there’s something she needs to know about me, it’s that I’m a tease.
“Nathan,” Mae mutters pleadingly, her hands reaching forwards to stroke my cock over the top of my boxers. I feel it twitch, and a shiver wracks me.
No woman has ever made me feel this way with just one touch. I immediately want more, but more than that, I want to givehermore.
“Do you need me, Mae?” I ask, twirling a strand of her hair around my finger. “Does this pussy need me to fuck it with my fingers?”
I can feel her trying to grind herself against me, small whimpers filling the small tent, and her lips sweep against my chest, peppering kisses on the muscle.
She raises her hips once again, and I hook one finger under the waistband and slide them down. I know it would be easy to just slip under the shorts, but I want to see her.
Her bottom half is bare, and I look at her pussy, glistening with wetness for me.
All for me.Onlyfor me.
The small light I have in the corner of my tent creates a sultry aura, and Mae lifts her top to bare her breasts, the curve of them casting shadows onto my chest. “Nathan, please, do it. Make me feel good, or I will.”
The thought of watching her pleasure herself fills my mind, and my cock immediately pulses with excitement. I can’t think of anything hotter, but I’ll save that for another time.
My fingers start at the space just above her breasts, and I trail them down, refusing to neglect her hard nipples. A breath rushes from her lips, eyes fluttering shut.
“I’m not going to rush this, princess. I want to take my time with you.”
Her eyebrows pull together at my statement, and she opens her mouth to say something, but I shush her.
“We’ve got all night. Be patient.” I try to fight my smile but quickly let it take over.
Teasing the area where her thigh meets her pussy, I linger there for a little while, tracing delicate circles on her smooth skin. Then, I run my finger through her wetness, releasing a soft grunt. “You’re fucking soaked, Mae. And it’s all for me.”
I’m tempted to shuck my boxers off and fuck her so I can listen to her scream my name while trying to be as quiet as possible, but I know this isn't the environment for that. Sex is meant to be loud. I’m not going to make her be quiet when it happens.
Her hands grip my neck, her legs widening to give me better access. The tip of my finger inches in, and Mae squeezes around me, mumbling a quiet, “Oh, God.”
“More?” I question, sliding in further.
“Yes, more.”
My finger slips in with ease, and I curl them with every stroke. I know my tempo is cruel, and when I add a second finger, Mae’s slick heat clamps around them.
