His stare intensifies in the darkness and my heart races as though I’ve fallen off the precipice into paradise. My insides are melting and even my hair is tingling. I lean into his lips quickly, without thought, crashing against him like a raging fire jumping the highway. There’s no warning, only heat. His tongue moves and twists as his hands wander my form, our bodies pressing against one another as I drag my hands over his strong shoulders. His body is firm, taut, and strong. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“I should tell you something,” I pant, rolling on top of his nude body. “This is the first time I’ve done this.”
His hands press into my hips as I straddle his waist, his gaze now heavy on me. “The first time you’ve what? Done this in a tent?”
“No, the first time doing any of this. I don’t want you to stop or treat me different. I just heard it hurts, so I wanted to…”
He looks up at me, his hand on my cheek. “Honey, just let me hold you. I don’t want to rush this.”
I stare at him, leaning in to kiss his lips before pulling off the thin white t-shirt I’m wearing, my breasts falling heavy, my nipples hard and erect. “I’ve waited my whole life to feel this way. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
For a second, he’s perfectly still, and my heart races. Then, ever so slowly, his hand wanders up the side of my frame and onto my breasts, the sensation so light that I nearly orgasm from his touch alone.
Reaching down, I grip his cock in my hand, or at least I try. He’s so big my fingers won’t make it around. I hold what little grip I have tight, as I pump the shaft, and grind against his waist, letting his hands wander me slowly. There’s nothing left on me but thin white panties that leave very little to his imagination as one side of my pussy slips from the fabric and finds Hank’s skin.
A deep groan leaves his throat as he looks up at me, his gaze like an ancient power turning me into a statue, and am rendered unable to resist. My clit forces my body into a rocking motion back and forth on his hard stomach.
“You’re soaked,” he says, kissing my hands gently as I lean toward him. He circles my nipples into his mouth, sucking and squeezing, sending shocks straight through to my groin.
“I need you,” I moan, the words coming out in quick, breathless successions.
“I don’t have protection.” He grips my hips again and grinds me back and forth on his hard stomach. “We’ll have to wait.”
“I can’t wait,” I say, sliding up onto his cock. I lift myself slowly and lower down onto him, the large head of his cock spreading me wide just before a harsh rattling sound catches my ear. I look down at Hank, whose ears have perked as well. “What was that?”
He shakes his head and sits up onto his elbows, dragging his eyes over me slowly as I hover over the top of him. “Fuck, honey. You feel so good, and I don’t want to stop, but I should check that noise.” His breath is shaking as he talks, and I believe him when he says he doesn’t want to stop.
I don’t move for a second, my wet slit sitting over top his cock just waiting to devour him. “I don’t hear it anymore. It was probably just a branch or something.” I lower down onto him further, his oversized cock nearly impossible to press in any deeper.
He groans and thrusts upward, gently pushing in further, but not yet deep enough that he’s caused any real pain, except for the stretching. I know it’s coming and I’m bracing myself for it. “You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?”
I sigh and center myself to press harder, hoping that more of him slides inside of me, but then I hear it, the unmistakable sound of my sister screaming from the top of her lungs, and the unconscionable silence that follows.