“More,” she hissed. “Like that…”
I gave her more like that. I gave her enough that she shuddered, squirming around like a fucking cowgirl. She arched her back and I slipped two fingers inside her, curled them to find the spot.
“Stay still,” she said. “Don’t move…”
I didn’t move, just stared up at her as she circled her hips, rode my fingers until she was squelching, her cunt sucking at my fingers and begging for fucking more. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip between her teeth, her breath coming in short, sharp rasps.
She came hard, stifled by the back of her hand, her whole body tense, bouncing on my fingers.
I wriggled my way out of my jeans as she recovered, and she didn’t miss a fucking beat, just took my cock in her hand and lowered herself straight on. I let out a grunt as her pussy took me right in, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine as I thrust up at her.
“Stop,” she whispered. “Don’t move… let me…”
It was fucking bliss as she rode me, big slow circles of her hips, torturously fucking perfect. She pinned my wrists above my head and moved like a fucking wildcat, all feline and slinky, so fucking smooth I felt like I was floating in silk.
I let her lead, staring up in fucking wonder as she writhed and rocked, taking all of me. It took everything I had not to flip her over and pound the holy fuck out of her.
But I would’ve been cheating myself.
She lifted herself clear of my dick, and I braced myself, my body knowing her moves on instinct, memories I’d never forget. She gripped my cock and shifted forwards, and I felt the tight ring of her ass. Oh fuck, it felt so fucking divine as she lowered herself onto me, so fucking slowly, painfully fucking slowly.
Her ass was made to take my fucking dick, always had been. It was as good now as it’d ever been, so fucking good I could have shot my load before I was even all the way in.
I could hear the chatter outside, the laughter of people on the piss just a couple of feet away. I could feel the chill in the air, far too cold to be fucking naked in a tent, but nothing mattered. Nothing fucking mattered, just the way it felt to be inside her.
She kept her face a few inches from mine, her eyes staring straight down at me. Her hair tickled my cheeks, rippling as she lifted herself up and down.
She changed angle and let out a gasp, her pussy grinding against me, her movements frantic.
“That feels so good,” she said. “Fuck, Darren… don’t move… please don’t move…”
I didn’t. I didn’t fucking move, just let her do her thing.
My balls tightened, my cock pulsing as she teased me to the brink. I held back, held it off, breathed my way through it until she shuddered, her breath sharp.
“God,” she hissed. “Oh God, Darren… oh fuck…”
“That’s it,” I said. “That’s it, Jo…”
Her pussy clenched as she came and her asshole tightened with it. It sent me over the edge, thrusting up at her like a man fucking possessed. I came deep and hard, pulling my hands free to grab her hips and force her down onto my cock and hold her there. I held her tight, held her still, unloading my balls right the way inside, and I never wanted to stop, never wanted to pull out, never wanted this to fucking end.
“Fuck,” she murmured. “I can’t even… that feels so…”
“I know,” I said. “I fucking know it, Jo.”
I pulled her forwards, skin to skin as our breathing calmed. I could feel her racing heart against mine. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight.
I was breathing so loud I hardly heard her, hardly heard the whisper that came from her mouth.
“I love you.”
I couldn’t quite believe it, my belly fucking lurching at the thought, in case I’d misheard, in case I’d got it wrong, in case I’d…
“I love you, Darren,” she repeated. “I never stopped loving you.”
My mouth was dry, eyes wide as I took her face in my hands and made her look at me.
She looked so shy, so unsure, hardly the minx that had ridden me senseless a few short minutes back.
I brushed her lip with my thumb, stared right into her eyes, willing myself to say the words, willing myself just to put it out there. I took a deep breath, and kissed her lips, held her there until the words would come.
“I love you, too,” I said.
I hadn’t realised how close people were outside. I could hear everything, every laugh, every drunk bit of banter, and the embarrassment flushed hard, knowing they’d probably heard me, too.
I was reeling a little, reeling that he’d told me he loved me, reeling that I’d said it first, that I’d been the one to raise the bar, to make this something. Worrying that he didn’t mean it, that he’d only said it because I’d said it first.