“Have you got a condom?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Yeah. I’m not done, though.”
Not done?
How can he not be done?
He has fucked me with his fingers, licked my breasts until I was writhing beneath him, kissed every inch of my body, devoured my mouth. The man has destroyed me and he has yet to put his cock inside me. What more could he possibly want to do? The throbbing length rubbing against me tells me he’s ready, god, he’s so ready. Every single time I’ve stroked his cock, he has pushed my hand away, clearly not wanting anything to take away from his performance.
“What else is there?” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“My mouth on your pussy.”
I gasp as he pulls away from me, slowly moving down my body, spreading little kisses and licks until he reaches my thighs. He spreads them as wide as he can, and then his mouth is on me, no warning, no build up. He brings it down, closing his lips around my clit, and sucking in a way I’ve never been sucked before. He is pulling it into his mouth like one of those wicked little sucker toys and oh, it’s so much better. His tongue flickers over my clit as he sucks, and I can’t hang on for a second longer.
I gasp his name as yet another orgasm rocks my body, this one better than all of them.
I shake and tremble for what seems like long, long minutes, before Lake releases me and then moves up my body, gripping my hair and jerking my head back. He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips, and then he releases me before digging through something beside us, I’m guessing his jeans, and bringing out a condom. He tears at it in the darkness, and I feel him shuffling around as he rolls it on.
“You bring a condom into the wilderness?”
He lowers himself down on top of me. “You can never be too safe, you don’t know when you might get lucky.”
I giggle. “Wow, that’s so romantic.”
He drops his forehead to mine—I can feel his hair trickling down the sides of my face. “Are you goin’ to talk all night, or am I going to destroy you with one good hit of this dick?”
I smile, even though he can’t see it, my words being repeated on his lips.
“Get destroying, handsome.”
He brings his mouth to mine and my legs go around his hips as he pushes into me, slowly, inch by inch, stretching me and filling me. He’s not lacking in size and his cock stretches me to my limits, but I don’t complain, I don’t whimper, instead, I moan, softly into his ear. He growls, slowly sheathing himself before pulling back out and gliding back in, equally as slowly.
He's tormenting me.
“Please,” I beg.
“This isn’t just for you,” he growls into my ear, his breath hot. “I’ve had to watch you cum for me for the last hour, I’m going to enjoy how fuckin’ good this feels for a second.”
I whimper when he drags himself out again before pushing back in. Over and over he does this, slowly, tormenting me in ways I didn’t think I could be tormented. I cry out his name and clutch his shoulders, needing him to fuck me harder, faster, to bring the orgasm that is slowly building to the surface where I can enjoy every burning second of it. He’s refusing to let that happen though, so in and out he pulls himself, until my nails are dragging down his skin and my body is shuddering with desperation.
Only when he’s satisfied does he begin to fuck me. Really fuck me. The perfect strokes, the most incredible rhythm, he fucks me with a precision I won’t forget anytime soon. The man has skill, and he knows what he’s doing. He knows that he’s driving me crazy, sending me over the edge, making me feel things that will ruin me for any other man. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s making sure I know it, too.
I orgasm so hard I don’t care that the entire camp can probably hear my moans of pleasure.
Lake exhales, his hot breath against my face, his satisfaction clear in the way his thrusts begin to get more frantic, and yet so incredibly controlled. He’s not slamming away without thought and precision, he’s making sure that every single time he drives into me, he’s doing it perfectly. I’ve never been with a man so obsessed with making sure the woman feels good—it’s a breath of fresh air, the kind of thing you just don’t see enough of. Most men are in it for themselves.
Not Lake.
He cums with an exhale and a growl that makes my skin prickle.
Even though it’s cold outside, we’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat.