“I’ll take that as a yes.” She grins and shimmies out of her shorts. My head and my dick vie to see which will explode first, but before I can decide, she’s swings a leg over me, straddling me until we’re face-to-face. My head (one guess as to which one) promptly engages in a little mathematical exercise and determines that there are exactly three things standing between my dick and her pussy. One sheet, one pair of boxers, her panties. And a few scruples. I should get busy removing those, right?
The scruples, not the panties.
Or maybe I do mean the other way round.
“This is unexpected. But good.” I put my hands on her waist. That’s nice, neutral territory. Better than palming her tits or asking if she’d mind if I ate her pussy for my midnight snack.
“Make it better,” she demands, and I bite back a smile. She’s so take-charge. It’s downright adorable. Since I want what she wants, however, there’s no problem. I tug the T-shirt up and she helps me, grabbing the hem and yanking. Okay. So we might not want exactly the same things. She’s clearly in a rush—again—and I’m in the mood to take my time. Since I’m bigger and stronger, I end up in control of the T-shirt ascent, exposing her body in a slow, sexy striptease in the night-lit RV. First, her panties. Some kind of silky purple material this time, with little white polka dots and thin ribbons crisscrossing her hips. They’re pretty fucking amazing, although the woman in them is even better.
Then she treats me to the soft curve of her belly and higher as the T-shirt clears her shoulders and disappears over her head. Her breasts are goddamned beautiful, perfect handfuls, the nipples a sweet dark rose. I’d look all night if she’d let me, but she swings the shirt over her head and lets it fly. It disappears somewhere into the shadows and good fucking riddance. She doesn’t need to cover up around me. She makes a face, hands flying to her hair to pat and smooth. She’s tousled, but I’m just going to mess her up even more.
Where to start? She’s pretty much riding my dick through the sheet. It reminds me of how fast and hard we went at in the storage cache. She loved it when I ate her pussy, and I absolutely want to do that again, but I want other things, too. I can’t stop thinking about what I haven’t had a chance to do yet. Like fuck her gorgeous tits. Lick and suck those pretty nipples and see if she can come that way for me, too. I run my hands up her sides and palm her breasts, working my fingers over those delicious curves.
“Come here.” Pretty sure my voice comes out more growl than request, but I’m hungry for her mouth too, and feeling greedy. She leans right into me, onboard with my new plan.
“Mmmm,” she whimpers. “Definitely better.”
Playful Sarah Jo is fucking amazing. She’s not too quiet, either—I’m gonna catch hell from my teammates tomorrow but she won’t get any complaints from me. She can come riding my face, my dick, my fingers and scream that news to the entire camp if that’s what makes her happy. Fuck, not as if I don’t love everything about her. She’s stubborn and mischievous to a fault, but I look at her and all I see is Sarah Jo. I’m counting my lucky stars that she came to me tonight, so whatever she wants, it’s hers.
She may be basically dry-fucking my dick, but our kiss starts out surprisingly sweet. Mouths closed, lips on lips while I give into temptation and finger her nipples as I take her mouth. She rocks gently against me and then harder, the sexy roll of her hips picking up speed as she breathes harder. She’s practically panting when she pulls back from our kiss.
“You going to undress for me?” She doesn’t stop riding me so I’m not sure how she expects a coherent answer. My dick has plenty of things to say for me, as it’s pointing out.
“You taking these off?” I counter her question with an important one of my own, hooking a thumb in the ribbons at the sides of her panties and tugging.
Her eyes darken. “I could be convinced.”
She slides off me, taking her sweet time to do so. When she stands up on the bed, her head almost brushes the RV’s roof. We don’t have a whole lot of room to work with here. I settle back and enjoy my new view as she slowly works those panties down her hips, over that sweet pussy and her thighs, before stepping out of them. Fuck me, but she’s killing me. The kick that sends those panties over the side of the bed, though, is pure impatience.