Camp fires are so much fun
The fire crackled, sending flickering light across the trees, but the heat between us was something else entirely. I lay back on the blanket, my body stretched out, my lips curved in invitation. Across the flames, you watched me, your eyes dark with hunger. The tension between us had been thick all day—every brush of our hands, every stolen glance charged with unspoken promise.
Now, finally alone in the vast bush, there was no need for restraint.
You crossed the space between us in a few slow strides, your presence dominating, your body strong and sure. You knelt beside me, fingers tracing along my bare arm, teasing over the strap of my tank top. Your touch was feather-light, but it sent shivers racing over my skin.
"Cold?" You murmured, but your smirk told me you knew better.
I licked my lips. "Not even a little."
You leaned in, capturing my mouth with yours, your tongue slipping past my lips in a slow, intoxicating slide. Your body pressed against mine, the weight of you settling just enough to pin me down, to make me gasp as heat coiled between my thighs.
I arched beneath you, pressing my hips up, rubbing against the growing hardness in your jeans. Your groan was low, primal, vibrating through me as your hands slid beneath my shirt, palms skimming over my stomach before pushing higher, pulling fabric along with them.
I lift my arms, letting you strip me bare. The night air kissed my skin, cool against the heat pulsing inside me. Your lips traveled lower, down my throat, teeth grazing, sucking just enough to make me writhe beneath you.
"You have no idea what you do to me" fingers already working the button of my shorts.
I answered with action, tugging at your shirt, desperate to feel you. When you finally tossed it aside, I ran my hands over your chest, your muscles flexing beneath my touch. I scratch my nails lightly down your stomach, teasing the waistband of your jeans, making you curse under your breath.
In one swift movement, you have my shorts and panties off, and I gasped as your fingers slid between my legs, spreading me, testing me. You groan as you find me soaked, your thumb circling my clit with a slow, torturous rhythm.
"Fuck," you breathed, watching me, mesmerized by the way my body responded.
I reached for you, my fingers curling into your jeans, dragging them down, freeing you. You are hot, hard, already pulsing with need, and when you press against me, teasing my entrance, I whimpered, desperate.
"Now," I demand, nails digging into your back.
With one slow, delicious thrust, you filled me completely, stretching me, making me moan into the night. You stilled for just a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried inside me, then pulled back and slammed in again, harder this time, making me cry out.
The rhythm between us built fast, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Every thrust sent shock waves through me, pleasure curling deep in my core. I cling to you, nails scraping your shoulders, my breath ragged, matching yours.
"You're so tight," you groaned against my ear, your voice rough with need.
I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you deeper, feeling every inch. The fire flickered beside us, shadows dancing across our tangled bodies, but we were lost in our own heat, our own world of raw, unfiltered desire.
The pressure coiled inside me, hotter, sharper, until it exploded in a white-hot rush, pleasure rippling through me in waves. I cry out, my body shaking around you, pulling you over the edge with me. With a deep, guttural groan, you drove into me one last time, you release spilling into me as you bury your face in my neck, gasping against my damp skin.
We stay like that for a long moment, tangled, breathless, the night air cooling our sweat-slicked bodies.
Finally, you leaned up, grinning lazily. "Guess we should go for round two by the fire?"
I smirked, running a teasing hand down your stomach. "You better keep up."
The night was far from over.
Author:Ashlee76 | Category: Outdoors
