The cool night air caresses my exposed flesh, making me shiver with anticipation. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts.
“Please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.
“Words, kitten.” His voice sounds strangled and rough.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, beyond caring about anything but the need to have him fill me up.
With a primal growl, he thrusts, bottoming out in one powerful stroke. The sensation of being filled so completely makes me cry out, my fingers digging into the rough bark of the log.
“Jesus,” he hisses, gripping my hips hard.
Each thrust is harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin blends with the sounds of his ragged breaths and my desperate moans.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, sliding a hand around to cup my breast, pinching a nipple.
My clit is so swollen and sensitive that the first touch makes my inner walls clench, drawing out a groan from deep inside his chest.
“That’s it,” he urges, increasing his pace. “Make yourself come. I’ll be right behind you.”
Pressure building rapidly, I circle my clit faster. His thrusts become more erratic as the dual sensation of his thick cock stretching me tight and my fingers circling my clit has me spiraling toward another orgasm.
I moan and my legs start to tremble.
“I can feel how close you are,” he grunts, tightening his grip. “Come with me, Noia.”
I scream as I fall, my inner walls clamping around his cock as my body convulses over and over again.
“Fuuuuck!” he shouts as he pulls out, squirting hot ropes of cum on my lower back and ass as he continues to work his cock, milking it for every last drop.
Panting, he pulls up his pants before collapsing onto the log. He cleans me up with some paper towels dampened from his water bottle before gently pulling me into his lap, cradling me against his chest.
Brushing sweaty strands of hair from my face, he kisses my forehead, then my lips. “You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, still too dazed to form coherent words. The night air is cool on my sweat slicked skin, and I shiver.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside before you freeze.”
Still shaky and barely able to function, he helps me gather my scattered clothes, and leads me to the tent.
“Let me.” He unzips the sleeping bags he zipped together, then helps me get inside the makeshift cocoon.
I let out a sigh as I slide between the layers, the fabric soft and smooth against my skin as he tucks it around me.
“Be right back.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he ducks out of the tent.
I can hear him moving around outside—the splash of water and the hiss of the fire as he puts it out. The sounds of the night are louder now as crickets chirp and the water laps against the shore.
The tent opens to reveal Ryder, naked. Even in the dim light from the small lantern sitting in the corner, I can see every hard plane of muscle, every tattoo etched into his skin.
He slides in beside me, body radiating heat as he pulls me into his arms. I curl against him, resting my head over his steadily beating heart.
His voice is a low rumble against my ear. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
“I’m still...” I search for the right words. “Processing.”
His deep chuckle vibrates against my body. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up,” I mutter, lips twitching. I’m too boneless, too content to manage giving him anymore shit than that right now.
