Page 20 of Summer Camp with the Mountain Man

I’m not sure if I’m imagining her voice or if it’s leftover from the latest dream centered around Rayne. Because what else could I possibly dream about after doing what I did to her body?

There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep until I handle business, but I can’t, not with my relatives so close. I haven’t done that with them in the next room since I was in high school. They’ll hear me. Not like I moan my own name and spank my ass while going to town but the friction will-

“Holy fuck,” I moan, when Rayne’s luscious lips wrap around my cock, running her tongue up and down my shaft like she can’t decide if she wants to lick or suck so she settled on both.

I’m up now!

She’s really here.

Her mouth feels like heaven. Her fiery mane cascading around her face, pooling up on my hips is only adding to the sensation.

Before I can process what’s happening, she’s ripped off her shirt, my eyes watching her cleavage explode as she leans down to take me in her mouth again, the slick feel of her lip balm sliding her down my length without resistance. It feels like I’m inside her sweet pussy, suction so tight I could swear I was.

Her sleep shorts are soaked when she straddles my leg, slowly gliding up me in a way that’s hard to tell if it’s deliberate. All I know is it is intoxicating. It’s everything.

She’s wearing a tiny Red Sox tank she wasn’t wearing earlier, the rosy peaks of her nipples showing through the sheer fabric so I don’t have to imagine what she looks like beneath it. Her breasts heave against the material like they’re fighting their way through. Every time she sits up to get a deep breath, I’m treated to the show of the century.

“You can’t do this to me, Rayne,” I whisper, terrified. If I thought tugging on my cock by myself was going to wake the entire campground, I don’t know what will happen with her absolutely torturing me.

“I have to, I’ve been doing it to myself all night and I got too lonely. You can be quiet, can’t you?” she whispers, mouth inches from my cock, the puffs of air on her consonants leaving me seconds away from spilling my load. She makes me set the pace, swallowing me so slowly I have no choice but to press up to meet her like a fiend in search of my next fix.

I struggle not to writhe against her mouth, nodding my head up and down instead of trying to speak a coherent confirmation. I don’t know if words could work at a moment like this. Instead, I do the only thing I can think of to keep myself quiet; I clasp Rayne’s hips and drop her on her back on top of my sleeping bag.

I have my hands up her pajama bottoms before she’s registered the change in position, finding no panties beneath her loose shorts. In seconds I have her out of them, tongue out already, licking a trail from above her belly button straight to her sweet spot.

“Oh god,” she cries, body arching off the ground until just her round ass and the back of her head remain.

I can’t help but tease her as I zero in on her clit, standing at attention for me. “I thought we agreed to be quiet.”

With a couple flicks of my tongue, I bring her to the brink, obvious by the sheen of sweat that coats every inch of her. She’s biting down on her hand to keep quiet, releasing it every few seconds to take a heaving breath.

“I think I’ll give you a reprieve now,” I say between swipes of my mouth over her hot spot, working my way back up her body until I’m under that sexy shirt. I find her nipples rock hard and waiting for me as I blaze a trail between her breasts with my eager tongue. Teasing her peaks, I alternate licking and kissing both her breasts, burying my face in her cavernous cleavage. It takes me so long to come up for air, I’m flirting with suffocation.

The second she’s assured herself she can be quiet, I press a thumb over her pearl again, sending a moan from her that shakes the nylon all around us. Rayne’s quick to cover her mouth but judging by the rustling outside the tent, her cries have woken somebody up, someone besides my cock, still awkwardly untucked from its spot in my boxers.

“Ay, if one of you’s is tuggin’ your willy, knock it off, people are tryin’a sleep here.”

Shit, Uncle Bobby heard us, it’s possible the entire campground did. The raccoons she feeds are probably racing over for a hot dog. Wrong kind of hot dog, bud, this one’s not for you.

“Honey, let them be,” Aunt Marie chides, “you know the ladies can’t be quiet when JP is in the picture.”

You’ve gotta be kidding, the only time he pleases a woman is when he’s leaving the room.

How long until they realize the noises aren’t coming from his tent?

“Oh god, Rayne. Fuck yes!”

But it’s not me who says it and it’s certainly not her, we’re still as statues, bodies writhing in the moment of reprieve between sensations.

“Ride that cock ’til you break it,” George continues, getting rowdier. He’s scratching his hands over the screen in his tent, like the sex is getting so wild that they may pull the structure down.

“He’s covering for us,” I say when confusion replaces desire on Rayne’s gorgeous face. George is doing something for someone else for once. And still himself as well, he’s got a lofty inheritance in his future if he pulls this charade off.

“He is?” Her breathy moan has my erection thumping off her leg like a battering ram. “Oh my god, he is. It’s distracting.”

“It’s our shot.”

Wasting no time, I line my cock up with her overheating slit, easing into her inch by agonizing inch. The fact that she’s sitting up to watch me disappear inside her has my head spinning. God, she’s too good to be true. Mouth agape, her eyes flit between mine and the slow penetration that has me seeing stars.