“Mads,” I groan as she rocks on top of me. I need to leave.
I’ve been in her cabin too long, and the last thing I want is for her to get in trouble.
But fuck me, she feels so goddamn good.
We’re a tangled mess of heat and desperation, lips colliding in frantic kisses, wet and hungry, nipping and tasting one another.
My hands roam every inch of her body, mapping out every soft curve, every dip. Always returning to her perfect tits, cupping them as they hang heavy in my hands, teasing her hardened nipples through her bra.
She shudders each time, her delicate fingers yanking at my hair as she grinds against me, rubbing her soaked core all over me.
When my hips take over, thrusting up in perfect rhythm with her movements, she gasps, and her breathy moans send a straight shot right to my dick.
I’m already on the edge, barely holding on.
It’s been this way since that first night in the meadow.
We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other, exploring each other’s bodies, pushing the limits further every day.
The shy girl who once hesitated to kiss me in front of people now straddles me with confidence, teasing me to the brink of insanity. Never stopping until I’m completely wrecked beneath her, coming in my pants like an amateur.
“I want to touch you,” she whimpers.
Oh shit, I nearly lose it from the idea alone.
“That turns you on, babe? My dick in your hand? Because I feel your wetness soaking right through to my shorts.”
“Nate…”
“Not yet,” I groan, thrusting up again, perfectly timed with the way she angles her hips forward, rubbing her clit over me with every movement.
My girl’s close.
Her eyes roll, her breath hitches, and it takes everything in me to hold it as she chases the release she’s so damn close to.
I slip a hand beneath the elastic waistband of her shorts, pressing my fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Maddie’s body tenses for a quick second, and then sheshatters.
Her legs are a trembling mess, and her hips speed up of their own accord, chasing every last inch of pleasure.
I love that she doesn’t hold back, that she lets me see every bit of her pleasure, that shetrustsme with it.
It’s sexy as hell, and it turns me on more than I can put into words.
She locks eyes with me, still breathless, and I’m done.
“Jesus, Maddie, fuck, I’m going to—” And just like every other day this week, I fail to hold on, exploding into my camp shorts.
I sigh, one eye cracking open when I’m met with silence. “Are you okay?”
She nods, but something’s bothering her.
She sits up tall, straightening her shoulders, and takes a deep long breath. “Nate?”
“Yes, babe?” I ask warily.
She fidgets with the hem of my shirt, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach twist.
There’s an entire war playing out in hers, and for the first time, I can’t read her.
