Page 21 of Summer Camp with the Mountain Man

I grab for the pillow behind her head, resting on the floor of the tent, nowhere near her. We didn’t have time for that. Stacking it beneath her voluptuous hips, I position her on top, ready and waiting for the pounding I need to give her. She’s nodding, knowing what’s coming, needing it as badly as I do.

Outside, George’s sounds have morphed into muffled whimpers, long and drawn out, so theatric everyone has to know they’re fake. It doesn’t matter though, it pulls the attention from us and any sounds that may escape when I do what I have to do.

Her eyes roll back in her head when I enter her in one smooth motion, burying myself deep inside her. She’s humming, body alive with so much electricity she could light on fire. I love seeing her this way.

I love her, full stop. Period. Exclamation point.

It’s gonna get awkward at the family reunion this Christmas, when I show up with Georgie’s ex on my arm.

Rayne doesn’t have an ounce of patience in her body. As I’m immensely enjoying being this deep inside her, she’s already starting to move, grinding against me while she waits for me to take the next steps. She attempts to lift her hips but with my weight on top of her, it makes it impossible.

“Oh holy hell,” I groan, watching the spot where we connect, plunging myself in and out of her so slowly I could swear time was moving backwards. We have to speed this up, I know that, but I need a second to get myself together if I’m going to last.

My dick twitches at the sight of her slickness enveloping me.

“Oh fuck, babe, I’m gonna mayonnaise the bread.” George’s moans take on a high pitched, feminine quality, exaggerating his sexual prowess greatly. No woman has ever made that sound in his presence.

My eyes travel up Rayne’s spectacular body, over the soft belly to tits that are barely contained by her tiny tank, in fact, they peek out the bottom and I can’t help going for a bite.

Rayne grabs my attention, both of us trying not to laugh at the asinine comments coming from her fake fiancé’s mouth. “Cade,” she giggles, eyes travelling up my body until she’s looking me in my eyes finally. “I’m gonna roll you over and take control, so you better hold on tight. I stopped to touch myself between every campground chore I had to do tonight, I need this.”

All I can do is nod as her thighs pin my knees. Using every muscle in my body, I roll us over until I’m flat on my back, dick still spearing the woman I’ve loved since seeing her climb the rail on the pier.

“You feel fucking incredible,” I assert, voice drowned out by the ridiculous moans two tents over.

She’s riding me like a mechanical bull in a matter of seconds, taking me at a speed which leaves me paralyzed underneath her, her breasts bouncing beneath the thin material of her shirt. I can’t help but bring my hands to her, to feel her, to memorize every curve.

I can’t watch her face or I’ll lose control. Luckily, Rayne must feel the same way because before I know it, she’s leaned against my chest, pert nipples rubbing along my pecs, hips bucking and jerking and taking what she wants from me. I’ll give her everything I have.

I can’t stop my hands from clutching her heart-shaped ass for dear life, so hard I’m sure to leave fingertip shaped bruises all over.

“You’re gonna make me lose control,” I groan, trying to ignore George’s one man show in the background. Is he smacking his own ass while yelping?

“Keep fucking me, Cade.” The way her voice breaks on my name is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, especially when she screams the next part. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

She doesn’t fight it when an orgasm slips from her body with the intensity of a race horse bursting from its stall. She’s shaking violently atop me, hands gripping my shoulders for dear life as she quakes from head to toe.

Rayne leans her head on my chest, angling her face until she’s looking at me from below her lashes. “I need you to come, Cade. Come all over me.”

That’s all the urging I need, hot load exploding inside her, flooding her with warmth as the last of her release spasms against me.

“You feel amazing. I need you to stay inside me for as long as possible.” Her hips move gently but she doesn’t leave my chest, a tender moment if there ever was one. My cock’s finally done dripping but feeling her grind against me keeps me hard long enough to give her what she needs.

Silently, she shudders again, reaching for my lips to kiss me so passionately my lips will never be the same.

Are they cheering?

You’ve gotta be shitting me, I get booed when I arrive at family functions but the incomparable Giovanni gets a round of applause for that pathetic performance. He’d have been kicked off a porn set for that.

Rayne smiles up at me, head still pressed against my chest. “I think all my woodland critter friends of the night are giving us a standing ovation. Oh god, that’s real, isn’t it? Are your family cheering us on?”

“It has way more to do with Georgie than you, but you’re getting some splash back.”

“Damn right I am,” she growls, nibbling on my shoulder. “It’s like a broken water main down there. I think we’re still sputtering.”

“I know I am, and it’s not gonna stop any time soon if you keep wiggling your hips like that.”

She doesn’t stop wiggling them, and I don’t stop loving every second of it.