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“Easton…” she mewls against my mouth as she digs her fingers into the forearm of the hand giving her what she needs right now. “I’m gonna come…”

“That’s right, baby. Fucking come for me. Drench my hand and show me how bad you needed this. How bad you needed me.”

Her eyes roll back as she slaps a hand over her mouth and rides my hand, her orgasm tearing through her body, her back bowed and head tilted as she shakes and trembles in my arms.

I nearly come in my pants watching her unravel because it’s better than every fucking fantasy I’ve had about this moment.

I sure as fuck never imagined the first time I’d make her come would be in a tent on a camping trip, and I don’t even fucking care.

Lennon just admitted so much without saying a word.

She wants this.

She wants me.

So now, what the hell do we do about it?

As the last tremor races through her body, I gently pull my fingers from her but keep circling her clit with my thumb, teasing her to see if I can make her come again.

“Easton, I can’t…” Her hand pushes against mine, but not strong enough to tell me she wants me to stop.

“Yes you can, Lennon.” I pick up the pace of my circles. “Do you want to come again is the more important question?”

Her eyes meet mine. “I—” With a curt nod, she says, “Yes.”

“Then I need more too.” I pull my hand from her pants and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking every drop of her from them as I close my eyes and savor the taste of her. “So fucking sweet.” Heat fills Lennon’s gaze as she watches me lick my fingers clean. I sit up and move between her legs, reaching up to take her pants off completely now. “Is this okay?”

Those brown eyes of hers are locked onto me, watching my every movement. “Yes.”

I know she was cold, but after the way she just came, I can feel the heat coming off her body. Once I’ve pulled her pants and underwear down her legs, I push her knees open so I can see all of her. “Fuck, you’re perfect. This pussy…” Reaching forward, I move my fingers over every inch of her, spreading around the wetness that I just created for her. “So fucking wet. All for me.”

She watches me as I lean forward, stretching out on the mattress, my legs hanging over the edge so I can put my mouth right where I want it—where she needs me. With one stroke of my tongue, she lets out a moan that could wake the entire campsite before clapping both hands over her mouth.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Don’t scream, even though I know you fucking want to.”

“Easton,” she whispers before covering her mouth again, just as I flick my tongue over her clit.

I groan as the taste of her hits my tongue, like a drug addict that just experienced the high for the first time and knows this addiction will be the death of me. “Goddamn it, Lennon. You’re fucking dripping for me.” Sucking her clit between my lips, I explore what she likes, tracking her movements and listening to her moans as cues while I lick every inch of her.

Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head as I work her over, using my fingers and tongue to bring her over the edge again. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, baby.”

When she starts to tremble and I hear her muffled cries behind her hands, I know I’ve brought her the pleasure she needed once more. Her arousal floods my tongue, and yet again, I’m fighting off the urge to come right alongside her.

Her body goes limp, so I press a kiss to her clit, then sit up and admire how fucking beautiful she is—her blonde hair fanned out behind her, the little O of her mouth, and that pussy.

Fuck, her pussy is heaven on earth—and made just for me.

I retrieve her pants and underwear and help her slide her legs back inside before moving up the mattress, still nestled between her legs. My cock is still fucking rock hard, but I don’t even care.

I frame the side of her face with one hand. She peers up at me, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Staring at you before we get some sleep.”

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

Her confusion sharpens into irritation. “You’re hard, Easton. I don’t mind…”