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“Mine.” He switches breasts, his hands worshipping my body with a tenderness that makes my heart ache.
He pinches my nipples, just enough to make me gasp, and I feel the tension coil tighter, the pleasure building to a crescendo. My pussy throbs, and my clit is aching. All from his mouth and hands on my breasts.
Gently, he lowers my back against the blow-up mattress. The fabric of the sleeping bag cools my back. My chest rises and falls, nipples hard in the cool tent air, bare from the waist up.
He hovers just above me for a moment, eyes flicking to mine, steady, reassuring, and patient.
Not for long.
He sits back on his legs and unbuttons my jeans. With an east tug, he slides them down my legs. My panties follow.
I bite my lip, heart hammering, watching him, feeling exposed and electric all at once. His gaze lingers, hungry, and I shiver under the heat of it.
He shifts, shedding his pants with a rough pull, revealing all the length I’ve been craving.
I bite my lip, chest rising and falling faster. Then he climbs on top, his hips aligning with mine, and slides inside me.
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I EASE IN inch by inch, feeling her body give way around me.
We both gasp.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. My jaw tightens.
The nylon walls of our temporary sanctuary seem to close in around us, creating an intimate cocoon that shuts out the world.
I stop when I’m fully inside, buried deep, breathing hard against her neck, then I look at her.
Her chestnut hair spills across the fabric like a waterfall, framing her face in loose, tousled waves. Her eyes—those deep, hazel eyes—lock onto mine, burning with a hunger that mirrors my own.
For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Just feel.
Her warmth.
My pulse.
The closeness.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I groan.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“So do I.”
My hips start moving in a steady rhythm, slow, but heavy with each thrust. Fuck, she feels so damn good.
Her skin presses to mine, slick and warm, and I can’t get enough.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Her breasts are soft against my chest, her nipples brushing against my skin with every shallow breath. They’re hard, pebbled.
