Page 77 of Tequila Tuesdays

I slid inside and snuggled up next to him, so we faced each other. His body heat seeped into me, and I felt lazy and content.

“Thank you for putting up with all of Olivia’s questions and crazy comments today,” I murmured.

“It wasn’t a big deal. She’s just watching out for you.” He brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes. “She’s funny, and almost as crazy as you are.”

“Ollieisa little crazy, isn’t she?”

He chuckled. “I thought I was going to lose it when she gave Brock that scary, serial killer look.”

My hand slid around his neck. “It’s been a great day, hasn’t it?”

He leaned in and kissed me softly. “Yeah. And it’s going to be an even better night.”

Damien ran his hands under my shirt and pullover and slid them up to cup my breasts. I’d taken off my bra when I’d gotten ready for bed.

“Fuck, honey. You’re killing me,” he whispered against my mouth. He swiped his thumbs across my nipples, then kissed up my neck. I moaned softly.

“We’re going to have to be quiet. Sound travels out here. Can you be good, or do I need to stop?”

“I can be quiet,” I murmured.

We kissed and stroked each other for a few minutes, then he pushed my shirt up and brought his head down to my breasts. He nipped and licked at my nipple thoroughly, then he switched to the other nipple. When he pulled my areola deep into his mouth and sucked, my neck bent back, and I grabbed his forearms.

Damien worked my breasts until I was panting, and my slit was leaking moisture. He finally came up for air, and I licked my palm then slid my hand down and found his swollen, pulsing cock under his sweatpants. When I wrapped my hand around him and started slowly pumping his shaft, he arched into me and swore. I couldn’t quite reach all the way around, so I slid my other hand down and circled him with both my damp palms.

“Canyoube good, or do I need to stop?”

He kissed me, and I felt him smile. “Oh, I can be good.” Then he slowly pulled my yoga pants off my hips and gently fingered my clit.

I sucked in a breath and blew it out slowly. “Oh, God. I need you inside me right now,” I barely whispered into his ear.

“Then I can guarantee you I won’t be quiet. And neither will you,” he whispered back.

“I don’t care right now.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want anyone else to hear what you sound like the first time I drive my cock deep inside you. That’s only for us.” I pulled in a breath at his dirty words, then nodded into his neck. Because he was right.

We played with each other for a few more minutes, and then when I started begging him softly, he rolled me to my side and spooned me from behind. I felt his cock slide between my legs, and he rubbed himself through my slit while he played with my clit. I cupped his shaft underneath as he glided it between my saturated center. He gripped my chest tightly, latching onto a breast, and pushed his hips into me.

My heart pounded, and I could feel my pussy pulsing with each heartbeat. Damien’s breathing sped up, and I knew he was getting close. I was a little lightheaded and my clit felt so swollen and sensitive.

When my hips started thrusting back to meet his and I began to orgasm, he pulled my head to the side and covered my mouth with his. He bit my lower lip, then smothered the soft sounds coming out of my throat as I came. He continued to rhythmically slide his shaft between my thighs, and a few seconds later he forcefully arched into me and silently climaxed between my legs. I lay there panting and trying to catch my breath.

He eventually stirred and leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I haven’t even been inside your hot little pussy yet, but I’m already fucking addicted to it.” I shivered and wondered what it would be like when we finally had sex. He groped around and found his micro towel, and we cleaned up the best we could.

I was sticky and wet between my legs, but I didn’t care. Endorphins were floating through me, and I could feel his heat warming my back. He gathered me into him, and I fell asleep with his lips brushing the top of my head.

The next morning, I woke up alone. Damien’s side of the sleeping bag was cold, and I missed his body heat. I groaned softly and sat up. My thin sleeping pad had done little to soften the hard ground beneath us.

It was cold, so I got dressed and bundled up, then crawled out. Olivia was still in her tent, and everyone seemed to be sleeping. Damien sat looking out across the expanse, and he’d already put water on a camp stove to boil. When he saw me, he propped his knees open and motioned for me to sit between them. I was still a little sleepy and cold, and he looked warm and inviting so I sank in front of him and leaned back against his chest.

“Good morning,” he murmured in my ear. Zeke and Brock were both still burrowed into their bags, and I could see just a little tuft of Zeke’s hair poking out.

“You feel warm and hard.”

He chuckled. “You make me that way. What are you doing up so early?”

“I got a little cold. What are you doing up?”

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