In response to his teasing, and to try and cool myself, I get up and walk away. But hearing his deep chuckle behind me has my heart racing about tonight.
Chapter 7
Josie
It’s been a long day and I’m sure that I will be asleep the moment my head hits the pillow. I woke up this morning with my body aching. But actually, the trek today helped to stretch my muscles and then the quick swim was invigorating. But the day has been draining in other ways. Watching Maverick, feeling feelings I haven’t had in a long time, thinking about the past and the future. Wondering what it would be like to be kissed by a big, bearded lumberjack. And then watching him across the camp fire again tonight.
I excuse myself early. My plan is to be asleep before Maverick even enters the tent. And it must have worked because I wake up and I can tell some time has passed. It is dark. The camp is quiet. And I can feel Maverick laying close to me. There is not a lot of room in the tent and his big body is warm. His breathing steady.
My body feels instantly alive. All senses ready for action. And hyper aware that the object of my thoughts and fantasies is so close. I can feel his knee against the back of my thigh. His hip close to mine. Quietly, slowly, very carefully I try to move my body away from his. But there is not a lot of room to work with. I’m on my side and my face is already right up against the tent.
He shifts. Rolling over his arm lands across mine. Hugging me into him. I squeeze my eyes shut tight. Willing my body to stop reacting. But I can feel his breath, soft and warm on the back of my neck. I can smell his scent. Spicy and masculine mixed with pine trees and camp fire smoke. There is heat radiating from his body. I want to move back against him. I want to sink into this feeling of being held. Held by him. It feels safe. He makes me feel feminine and sexy and wanted.
My body wants him. I squeeze my thighs tightly together. Almost moaning at the pressure. Biting my lip, I can feel my breasts harden, my nipples tight. An ache between my legs. It’s so intimate in the tent. Just he and I. So close. My butt pushes back into him. Moving against him.
He lets out a low growl. “Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice is low and deep and husky.
This is it. This is what I want. I have no idea about my future. But right here, right now. I want contact with his body. I want his kiss. I want him to take control and to move on top of me. Just make a move, Josie. The voice inside my head whispers urgently.
Turning over to face him. I can just see the outline of his huge body. My face close to his. Shared breath. Shared heat. My skin is on fire to be touched. “Kiss me.” It comes out as a soft moan.
A moment passes. And then his mouth is on mine. Forceful. Hungry. Urgent. His hands on my body pulling me hard up against his. This is what I need. Gripping at him. He is bare chested and my fingers are eager to explore. Touching him everywhere. While his hands roam over my back. My hips. Squeezing my ass. All the while his mouth claims mine. Tounges touching. Erotic. Hot. So fucking sexy I feel I am going to explode.
He doesn’t need to do much. Just moving my body against his has me so turned on. His bare skin while I am far too over dressed for this. Together we get me out of my t-shirt. His hands hot on my bare breasts.
Gasping. Clinging to him. Touching him. Rubbing up against him. I can feel his huge erection and my body is on fire for him. But at the back of my mind is a little voice telling me that this isn’t right.
“Wait.” I gasp as he kisses the side of my throat. “We can’t do this.”
“I know.” His voice whispers in my ear that just makes me want him more. “Turn over.”
I do as I’m told. On my side with my back to him. His chest hot against my back. He moves closer. His body almost one with mine. His hands slip beneath the waistband of my shorts.
“Maybe I can’t fuck you how I want to.” His words make me moan. “But I can touch you. I can pleasure you. As long as you promise to keep very quiet.”
I nod. Unable to form words as his hands make their way between my legs. Stroking at my pussy. Those marvellous long fingers. And the man knows what he is doing. Playing me like an instrument. Knowing where to touch. How far to push. When to rub, stroke, push into me. His wrist is putting pressure on my clit.
I’m a melting mess. Wriggling. Writhing. Rubbing up against him. That huge, hard cock pressing into me and still his focus is on me. His fingers working magic while he whispers how hard he wants to fuck me. I’m trying to be quiet but moans and gasps escape me. I’m out of my mind. And then he holds me tight as he takes me over the edge. I put my face into the pillow to keep from screaming out my climax.
Drained. Relaxed. I could melt into the ground. He plants little hot kisses across my shoulder.
“What about you?” I murmur.
“You sleep. I’m going to take myself off for a cold swim in the lake.”
I mean to tell him that he doesn’t have to do that. That it would be my pleasure to take his huge cock in my hand or my mouth. I mean to tell him that I would happily rock his world. But it all comes out as a little murmur and a very contented smile as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 8
Maverick
It was a long night but worth it. After a cold dip in the lake, I didn’t want to disturb Josie’s sleep and so I leant up against a tree and dozed off for a bit. And I thought about my future. I am finally doing what I have dreamt of planned for so many years. Helping kids. Using this camp for good instead of just making money. And now I want someone to share this success with. I want Josie.
I’ve never taken so much pleasure in a woman’s pleasure. But just to be able to touch her. To make her moan. To make her come. I want to spend all my days and nights with this amazing woman. I love her crazy way of talking. I love her wild spirit. But I am a nervous bundle of energy waiting for her to wake up to find out how she feels about last night.
I’m on the other side of camp when I see her get up and make her way into the woods where the women’s latrine is set up. And then everything gets a little crazy as the boys start to get up. There is breakfast to organize and the taking down of the tents and packing of bags.
Josie and I exchange a few looks but it is hard for me to read what she is thinking. It’s not until the group starts heading back to the main camp that I can drop behind to talk to her.
