“Shit, Nathan.”
I take it slow at first, allowing my thumb to graze over her clit with every other pump, but after Mae delivers another needy whimper, I can’t tease her any longer. I need to see her come for me.
The sound of her wetness fills the tent, but I make sure to keep the noise to a minimum, just in case. Although, most people should be asleep by now.
“Nathan, oh, God.” Mae’s head rolls back. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on stopping until you’ve come all over my hand.”
Her eyes are bold, staring up at me. Her mouth forms an‘O’shape as she grips my forearm, which is moving in perfect rhythm, and after a few more seconds, she begins rocking with me, lifting her hips with every pump.
“Is that how you like it? Just like that?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Watch me. Watch me fuck you with my fingers.”
Mae doesn’t hesitate, and she raises her head to stare down at my fingers pumping in and out of her, eyebrows knitted together in fascination.
“That’s it, my pretty girl.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I bite at them, and the feeling of Mae moaning into my mouth makes me lose it. I move my fingers faster, wrapping my arm around her waist and hoisting her closer to me, sitting back so I can get a good view of the way my fingers glide in and out of her pussy.
The view is fucking mesmerising.
If I were to die right now, I’d die happy.
“I want to feel this pretty pussy come for me.”
“It feels so fucking good.” Her eyes roll back, and she grabs my hand and brings my palm to her mouth to stop herself from being too loud.
It looks like my little cheerleader’s a screamer.
“That’s it,” I say, talking her through the approach of her orgasm as I tweak her nipple, my spare hand running down her toned stomach. “Show me how good it feels. Let me see it. Let me see what I do to you.”
She comes. Hard. With my hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her pleasured moans. Her body’s trembling, her breathing choppy.
My dick feels like it’s on fire—desperate to release—but after seeing how exhausted she looks after such an intense orgasm, I dress her back in her shorts and pull down her T-shirt to cover her.
“Nathan, Holy shit,” Mae mutters, her hazy eyes fluttering as her chest rises and falls with each effortful breath.
“Get your breath back for me.” I kiss her forehead, checking her over. “Get some sleep.”
She pinches her brows together, eyes dropping to my still rock-hard dick. “Don’t you want—”
“I had enough of a good time watching you come for me.” I can’t stop the smile that threatens to split my lips. I don’t want to rush this with Mae. I don’t want her to think I expect anything back because feeling how soaking wet she was for me was all I needed tonight. “I’m an early riser. I’ll wake you up before anyone else notices. Just sleep for me.”
Mae hesitates for a few seconds before nodding, and she rests her head on my chest as we lie together.
I wrap my arms around her, but I’m unable to fall asleep because all I can think about is how this girl is driving me up the fucking wall.
And I absolutely love it.
23: Mae
“Who’s my favourite boy?”
There’s something so wholesome about cooing over a dog. Their soppy eyes, wagging tails and soggy noses. Radish licks me as I wish him farewell. I’ve been taking care of him all day and have put my trust in Flo to drop him off at the shelter for me since I’ve got a shift at The Salty Dog.
