Hung

I take advantage of the moment to shove my boxers and the sheet down, looking my fill all the while. I’m putting my tongue right there, I decide, where I can see the dark shadow of hair between her thighs. I’ll be all over her, kissing and licking until she hollers and we set my RV to rocking something fierce. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but she’s apparently decided to green-light my fantasies for the night, and I don’t need asking twice.

“Shoot.” She sort of hops in place, which makes her tits bounce and I might be drooling. “The condom was in my shorts.”

It’s good that she’s come prepared, but I’ve got her covered. I’d never put her at risk. I slide open the bedside table drawer and fish out a foil square. I’m not even sure why I have these since the only action I’ve seen in months is fire action, but thank Christ anyhow. Her eyes follow my hands as I tear open the package and roll the latex down.

“Come on back?” I manage to make it a fucking question. Unless I miss my guess, my Sarah Jo likes being the one in charge, and I can work with that tonight. I lie back, head on the pillows. Besides, damned if it isn’t sexy, waiting for her to ravish me. I can certainly let her take charge once in a while. Her smile echoes mine, so game on.

She straddles me, cradling my dick right where he wants to be in the hot, wet valley between her thighs. When she leans forward to kiss me again, I slip inside her hot, sweet slit just the tiniest amount. She gasps. I groan. It’s the fucking best symphony ever, but we’re playing allegro when I’d planned on lento. I’ll just have to save the slow, long ride for later. We’ve got hours before the sun comes up and the camp gets busy.

Hot and fast now.

Slow and sweet later.

Her kiss grows hotter, more desperate, her mouth devouring mine as her tongue sweeps inside. I cup her breasts, thumbing the rosy tips. She returns the favor, her fingers finding my nipples and pinching erotically. She gives as good as she gets, my Sarah Jo.

She tears her mouth from mine. “You like that?”

Fuck yes, I do.

“Just as much as you like my touching those pretty breasts.”

“So we’re square.” Smiling impishly, she lifts up, sinks down, and does her best to take goddamned all of me in one fast move. Uh-uh. She doesn’t get to rush the ending. Putting my hands on her hips, I control her descent, matching it with my ascent, pushing in, giving her what we both want.

If it were possible to fuck ourselves to death, we’d be giving it a fair shot. The bed creaks, protesting each move we make. She takes me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she works herself on my dick like it’s her own personal toy. And I… lose it. Lose control, lose myself in the hot, sweet wildness that is Sarah Jo. She rides me like a rodeo queen, rising up fast and slamming down hard. She drives me out of my mind, and she knows it. She watches me fiercely, gauging my pleasure. I’d bet my last dollar my Sarah Jo knows exactly how close I am to coming. That’s good, I have no complaints, but I’m not the only one in this bed, am I? This has to be even better for her. So I take control, flipping her over and pinning her to the bed beneath me.

I slam into her, long, luxurious, powerful strokes, seating myself deep inside her body. She’s small, I’m large, but somehow we fit together just right. She whimpers, fingers clutching at my shoulders, leaving red crescents.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she whisper-yells into my ear, biting down hard on the lobe. I grunt and hammer into her as her hips push up against mine, seeking an even deeper penetration, and I grab her ass with both hands and lift her. Stroke deeper and slower, then pull back and drive inside her again.

Yeah. Right there. I adjust and seat myself again, drinking in her little groans and breathy whimpers. Her fingers push and pull as she strives for the climax hovering just out of reach.

Dropping a hand between us, I find her clit and pinch.

“Let go for me, honey.” My next stroke forces the palm of my hand hard against the top of her pussy and she stiffens, legs quivering. Her body comes around mine, and that’s my green light. I go over the edge right behind.