Page 50 of Jumping In

“Is that so?” I test her, sliding my hand over her knee and up the inside of her thigh slowly. My girl is panting now, and my own arousal is amplified by driving her crazy like this. I slip the tips of my fingers into the side of her red bikini bottoms, nudging her wet heat. Okay, maybe she is ready. I gently tease her clit, rubbing it soft and slow, and then slide my fingers into her slit. Collecting some of her arousal, I drag it up to her clit and rub small circles. She lifts her hips for more friction, and I press harder into her clit with my thumb as I slide my finger back down and slip it into her warm pussy.

“Oh, my god,” MJ mumbles between pants.

“Mmm hmm, that’s my girl. Come for me and then I’ll give you more.” I slip a second finger in with the first and pump her faster. MJ’s soft moans and the wet sound of my fingers fucking her fill the tent. Not even the fireworks overhead drown out the noises my girl makes. I’m glad I had the foresight to put our tent on the outer edges of the camping area. Hopefully, no one will hear what I’m doing to her.

“Mac, please. Don’t stop,” she moans the last word and bucks her hips into my hand. I reach up with my other hand and tweak her nipple, and that sends her over the edge. Slowing my pace, rubbing soft slow circles, I help her down from the orgasm.

“Good girl.”

She grabs my wrist, and I lessen the pressure even more. I slide my fingers out of her and fix her bathing suit so it’s covering her again and then bring my fingers up to my mouth to clean them off. She watches me and lets out a loud moan as her eyes fill with heat again. She reaches for me, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down to press her lips against mine, tasting herself on me. This fucking woman.

I kiss her deeply, our tongues tangling. She nips at my bottom lip, and I nip hers back. It’s playful and fun until she lifts her hips again, grinding up into my thigh.

“Mac,” she whines against my lips.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m ready for more.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, leaning back to see her entire face. Her eyes sparkle with a smile and she nods. Moving to get off the mattress to grab a condom from my bag, she stops me with a hand on my arm. I look back at her with questions in my eyes. “I gotta get a condom.”

She shakes her head. “I’m clean. I have an IUD.” She pauses, waiting for me to confirm if I’m good too.

“I haven’t been with anyone in . . . awhile.” Two years is more than a while. “I’m clean too. Are you sure?” I ask. She nods, reaching behind her neck to untie her bikini. I slide her bikini bottoms down over her ass and toss them to the side. Kneeling on the bed, I take a moment to appreciate the woman in front of me. All the soft curves and smooth skin have my dick pulsing, pre-cum already leaking from my tip. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

MJ smiles softly, her cheeks and chest glow a lovely shade of pink. I position myself between her legs and admire her glistening pussy. Pumping my cock once and then slipping it through her slick heat, I hiss at the contact. Fuck, I need to last for her. No early finales like in my car. She’s already getting worked up beneath me. I look into her eyes, watching them light up as I slowly slide my cock into her warm, wet pussy.

I feed her an inch at a time, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but she’s just staring back at me and then looking down at where we’re joined and then back at me. “Almost, baby, just a few more inches.” I slip my thumb over her clit and rub slowly again while I push the rest of the way into her, bottoming out.

“Fuck,” we moan in unison, just as the popping of fireworks increases overhead. MJ’s eyes pop open, looking up through the tent ceiling, and I look up as well, taking in the grand finale of the night. Personally, I think the best grand finale is just beginning underneath me.

Chapter 19

MJ

Fireworks. Overhead. In my head. Everywhere. Because I’m having sex with Mac! On the Fourth of July!

The tent he set up for us was so thoughtful, filled with cozy sleeping bags and blankets and some of our favorite books. But the roof is where his genius shines. I look up again as the pop of fireworks slows, then look back down at Mac. His molten eyes meet mine, and I tighten my pussy around his cock. He hisses, closes his eyes, and then moves slowly.

Leaning over me, I’m cocooned between his muscular arms, feeling safe. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, making him fill me even deeper and making sure we’re as close as possible. I’m pretty sure he bottomed out and I feel so deliciously full. Mac is unlike any guy I’ve been with—more in every way. I’m loving every minute.

Mac works his hips, thrusting in and out, and I close my eyes. An incoherent string of jumbled words escapes my lips. “Big. Good. Oh, my god.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as Mac leans down, pressing his lips to mine. We’re connected in so many ways right now, and it is absolutely perfect. I’ve had sex. I’ve fucked. But this is something more. He continues pumping his hips, sliding a hand down to my clit. The sensations are almost too much and my hips buck into him.

“Mac, I’m gonna . . .” I trail off.

“Come for me,” he commands. My walls flutter around his cock and warmth starts in my lower belly and then blooms throughout my body. The feeling takes over entirely, and I let go, my body tensing and shuddering beneath him. “Yes, good girl. I’m right there too.”

Knowing he’s close prolongs my orgasm and then he pushes into me and stills above me. I feel his cock pulsing as he spills inside of me, and I moan. He leans down, our chests sweaty and sliding against each other as he kisses me deeply. I let my legs drop from his waist onto the air mattress, feeling boneless.

We break the kiss, his cock still inside of me but growing soft. “That was—”

Mac nods. “Yeah, it was.”

We smile at each other and then he leans back up, sliding out of me with a groan. He gets off the mattress and grabs a small towel from his bag. His eyes are soft as he looks at me and then returns to the mattress. My legs remain spread, and usually I would feel self-conscious, but I don’t when I’m with Mac. Instead, a feeling of rightness fills my body. It feels right to be vulnerable with him.

Mac runs the towel over my thighs and pussy, cleaning me then wiping his cock which now hangs heavy between his legs. He gets up, shoving the towel into a ball and into his bag and pulls out boxer briefs. I get up off the air mattress and head to my own overnight bag, grabbing my pajamas and shimmying them on.

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