Page 103 of Ugly Duckling
With the angle that I was at, the only person that could see was him, which was why I lifted my shirt up higher.
He cleared his throat and twisted the seat around so that he could stare at me while still being in the conversation around the fire.
I backed up and sat on the couch that faced the door, then switched on the lamp in the corner and twisted the knob until the light was as strong as you could get.
I grinned wickedly at my man, then let my legs fall open.
I’d ditched the wet bikini bathing suit bottom some time ago, and I’d been sitting there underwearless for hours, unbeknownst to him.
He looked back at me and his mouth fell open.
He couldn’t see much.
Him that far away, there was no way that he could see every little thing.
But he knew what I was doing, and that was enough to have him shifting in his chair uncomfortably.
He reached down between his legs and shifted his cock, which had me giggling.
He turned back to the fire and responded to something that someone had said, but glanced over periodically to see what I was doing.
I lifted my shirt up higher and reached for my nipple, twisting it lightly.
He reached a hand up and scratched at his head, then replied to something else someone said.
I let my fingers drift, my pussy aching with the need to touch it to relieve the ache, and smiled when he leaned forward in his chair, his hands on his knees, as he kept stealing surreptitious looks my way.
I circled my clit with my finger, and that must’ve been all he could take because he said something to the group and stood up.
Anticipation zinged through me as he got up and rushed toward the camper.
He climbed the stairs, and in two steps, he was on me, picking me up around the waist with both hands and walking with me toward his bedroom.
The door slid closed silently until it banged hard against the wall and bounced back open slightly.
Neither one of us cared as he laid me down on the end of the bed and yanked me to where my ass was hanging over the edge.
“You been naked under this all afternoon?” he rasped.
“I had bottoms on,” I teased. “You saw me in them.”
“But you could’ve taken them off at any point once you got this cover-up on,” he pointed out.
I groaned when I felt the head of his cock prodding my entrance. “Please.”
“Fuck,” he replied and bucked his hips forward.
He buried himself halfway inside of me before pulling out and pushing the rest of the way back in.
Both of us let out a breath of air as he bottomed out inside of me.
“Always so damn hot,” he gritted out. “Fuck, and so tight.”
“Move,” I begged. “Please.”
He gave me what I asked for, fucking me hard and fast.
It didn’t take long for me to fall over the edge, and he followed right behind me seconds later.
