0 comments/ 37615 views/ 0 favorites The Camp Out Ch. 01 By: FenrisDottir We had been planning this campout for weeks, the excitement building each day. Finally, vacation week was here, and I couldn't wait to have you to myself for a few days. We both decided that a cozy cabin in the mountains was exactly what we both needed I quickly packed my bag as quickly as I could, pacing as I waited for you to pick me up. Finally, I see you pull up into the driveway as I step out the front door, bag in hand. It takes every ounce, and then some, of my willpower to not launch myself at you. Wrapping my arms around your neck, I stand on my toes to give you a kiss, saying, "Hiya, big boy." You poke me playfully in my side, making me giggle. I sigh, not wanting to step out of your arms, but we must get the show on the road. "Let me grab my keys and purse, and we'll be on our way out of here, babe." I give you another light kiss on the lips, turning toward the house. "Hurry it up then," you say as you slap me on the ass. I shake my hips a little more than usual, pretending to be oblivious to the effect it has on you. Before I step outside, I stop to admire you, knowing you were unaware of my staring. I felt the familiar hum between my legs as my eyes traveled up from your feet to that face that I adore. Today, you wore a pair of denim shorts that showed off your ass perfectly. My hands itched with wanting to grab you and press you against me. I loved the way your light blue t-shirt hugged you, not leaving much to my imagination. To finish it off, you wore, quite sensibly I might add, hiking boots. Not that you were going to need them. But they definitely helped my imagination. Glancing down at your watch, you shout out, "Damn it, woman! It's 12:30. What's keeping you?" I didn't realize that I had taken so long. I hurried out the door, making sure it was locked. "Hey! Keep your boxers on, baby. I had to make sure everything was in order." You give me a cheeky grin as you climb into the driver side, telling me, "First of all, missy, they're boxer BRIEFS. And secondly, I'm not wearing any." I roll my eyes as I climb into the passenger seat, muttering, "Whatever. They're all the same to me." You put the car in gear and head out of the city. "You know, they're not 'all the same' if you really pay attention..." you start. The last thing I needed was for you to go on about the differences in men's underwear, especially when I had a damn good mental image of you not in yours. I start fidgeting a bit as we merge onto the highway, hoping you didn't take notice of my slight discomfort. "Can we change the subject, please? This one's a little stale to me. I really don't much care about your underwear, okay?" I glance over your way. You shrug, saying, "No problem. Change the subject then." You look over at me and smile. Setting the car on cruise control, you settle back into your seat a bit, getting yourself comfortable for the rest of the trip. Seeing this as my cue, I turn slightly in my seat, a devilish smile playing across my face. I let my hand rest on your thigh for a bit, and turn my attention to the road, watching the scenery and other cars pass by. Slowly, my fingers slid up your leg, then lightly brushed against your hip. I chuckled as I watched you shift in your seat. I heard you mutter just a little too breathlessly, "You better be careful, little girl." Getting bold, I reach over farther, my hand firmly rubbing your crotch while I nonchalantly watch more miles pass. "Or what?" I ask with a touch of smugness. You cover my hand with one of yours, grinding against it, growling, "Or you're going to get more than you bargained for when this car finally stops." Smiling to myself, I squeeze you through your shorts, testing the hardness. Not quite there yet, I think to myself. I settle back a little more in my seat, content to let my fingers tease your thigh, or to let them tickle their way to the back of your neck. I love how sensitive your neck is, and take full advantage of it, finding the spot under your ear delightful to play with. I ease over a bit, my mouth close to your ear as I whisper softly, "How much longer until we get there?" I sit back, laying my hands in my lap, knowing that the absence of my fingers drives you just as crazy. I start to notice things going by a little faster than they had been. I clear my throat as I happen to glance over at the speedometer. "You might want to slow down a bit, babe, before you get us pulled over." You flash me a frustrated and thoroughly irritated look as you ease up on the accelerator. I settle back in my seat, smiling wickedly. Knowing that sexual frustration can put you on edge, keeping you barely under control, was doing a job on me too. I had almost forgotten how sexy you were when you were pissed. And right now, you weren't looking pleased at all. I squirmed a little in my seat. Finally, we came to our exit, and you made a beeline for the office. Glaring at me, you opened the door, growling, "Wait here." I watched through the windshield as you entered the building, coming back out within minutes. Getting back into the car, you headed up a well-paved road to the very last cabin on the right. I noticed there was a great deal of distance between cabins, making each one feel more private than I had previously assumed. Not that privacy was a top priority to me at this point. We got out of the car and grabbed our luggage, carrying it to the front door in silence. I started to wonder if I made a mistake teasing you like that. I was soon to have an answer. Unlocking the door, you pushed it open and stepped back to let me in. I walked in about five feet, sitting my bag and purse on the floor, taking in the interior of the cabin. I didn't get very far in my study. Closing the door quietly, you came up behind me, grabbing my wrist to pull me around to face you. Wide-eyed with surprise, I barely had a chance to anticipate your next move. Grabbing me by the waist, you pulled me hard against you, pinning me against the wall. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms and legs around you, your cock grinding against me as you grabbed a fistful of my hair, your lips searching out mine Growling against you, I pushed my hips forward, putting more pressure on my clit. Pulling my head back roughly, your lips and teeth attack my neck, making my whole body quiver with pleasure. My nails rake your back and shoulders, urging you to bite me harder. I gasped, grinding myself against you even harder as your teeth find a particularly sensitive spot. Releasing my hair, you put your hands on my hips, your fingers caressing my pussy through my shorts make me want to scream. I feel weightless as you carry me over to the sofa, laying me on my back, your body pressing me down into the cushions. Pushing my legs away, your fingers tease me, lightly caressing me through my shorts. My hips buck against your fingers, wanting more of you. Before I realized it, it was all over too soon. You got up, standing beside me, breathing heavy as you growled. Walking over to the front door, you pick up our bags and head to the bedroom. The Camp Out Ch. 02 Panting heavily, I realize my own little game had been turned around on me. This was the first time you ever teased me to such an extreme and didn't follow through, and I didn't like it at all. Standing up, my knees a little weak, I slowly make my way to the bedroom. I stop in the doorway, watching you, sexual frustration increasing a hundred-fold when I catch sight of your denim-covered ass. Leaning against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest, I scowl at you, asking, "What the hell were you trying to prove out there?" You glanced at me over your shoulder, then turned back to what you were doing. Nothing irritates me more than being ignored. Being as thoroughly frustrated as I am now, you steadily push me to my breaking point by continuing to ignore me. I come up behind you, grabbing your arm, my grip surprisingly strong. "Will you stop ignoring me, damn you?!" You quickly turn on my, picking me up and tossing me onto the king-sized bed. I try to get up, but you pin me down before I'm able to fully sit up. Your knees trap my thighs together, your hands clamped on my wrists on either side of my head. Your face looms menacingly above mine as you growl down at me, "I will talk to you when I damn well FEEL like it." I make a rather pathetic attempt to squirm out from under you, thoughts refusing to come through clearly. In my foolishness, I brought one of my legs up, my knee pressing against your crotch. Panting, I gave up the fight for the moment, glaring up at you, the lust just barely hidden in my eyes. Standing up on your knees, I rub my leg roughly against your hardened cock. You growl down at me as you spread your fingers over my stomach, sending rippling shivers through me. The sound of ripping cotton shakes me out of my daze as a cool breeze dances across my tummy. I watch distractedly as you toss away my torn t-shirt, hardly recognizing my bra following its path. My body felt as numb as my mind as you slowly removed my hiking boots. It wasn't quite registering to me what you were doing. Our argument wasn't over yet, and I wasn't going to let it rest with your last statement. Your fingers at the button and zipper of my shorts bring me completely back to reality. I struggle to get away, only succeeding in freeing myself of the confining denim. I realize you were just as naked as I now was, and I am determined to not let it get to me. I turn to climb off the other side of the bed, but your strong hands grab my hips, pulling them towards you. I claw at the sheets, trying to get away, every movement as feeble as the last. Then in one swift move, the breath was completely knocked from my lungs as your cock slid hard and deep into my aching, hungry pussy, then stopped all movement. Your fingers bite into the sensitive skin of my hips and ass, but in that moment it's not the least bit painful. Testing you, I leaned forward, pulling my hips away from you, your cock slowly sliding out. Before I go any farther, you pull me back roughly, sinking yourself as deep into me as possible. My back arches as I throw my head back, crying out in pleasure. I pull forward again, my ass high in the air as every inch of you slides out, leaving just the head. Growling, you pull me back, thrusting your hips forward, causing me to scream. My whole body feels like it's on fire for you. This time, you push my hips away. I push myself back forcefully onto your cock, loving the feel of you so deep inside me. Panting heavily, I look back at you over my shoulder, growling, "I don't know how much more of this I can stand, baby. Fuck me!" This was all the prompting you needed. Slapping my ass, you thrust into me harder and faster, tangling the fingers of your other hand in my hair, pulling hard with every thrust. I feel the tension rise in the pit of my stomach. My orgasm hits me faster and harder than I expected it to, my pussy clamping tightly on your cock, triggering your own release. I cry out your name as your fingers tighten painfully on my hips, cumming deep inside me, dragging my orgasm on longer. I feel your chest and stomach press against my back as you wrap your arms around me and turn onto your side. You gently kiss my neck and shoulder, caressing my head where you had pulled my hair, concern evident in your voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I snuggle closer, purring as I can still feel you inside me. "Not at all, baby. A good ol' fashioned grudge fuck never hurt anyone," I say as I wrap your arm tighter around me. Looking up at the window, daylight was slowly fading to black. We both decided it would be best to take a nap. The long drive exhausted us both, and neither one of us expected the toll our last session of sex would have on us. I fell blissfully asleep, snuggled up against you, your hand on my hip. The Camp Out Ch. 03 I wake up a few hours later, stretching and rolling over to your side of the bed. My arm hit nothing but the pillow. This, along with the smell of cooking food, wakes me up. Dragging myself out of the comfort of the bed, I grab another t-shirt and my shorts, quickly throwing them on. I run a brush through my hair, then leave the room to find out what was waiting for me. I pad, barefoot, to the kitchen and stop short, a small smile spreading across my face. I lean up against the door, watching you moving around the room, oblivious to my presence. From the delicious smell coming from the stove, it seems we were having baked chicken. My stomach rumbles. I abandon my post at the doorway, moving silently up behind you. I chuckle as you jump slightly at my arms wrapped tightly around you, my cheek pressed against your shoulder. "Hiya, big boy," I purr, kissing your back. I could hear the smile in your voice as you ask, "Sleep well?" Feeling a little dreamy, I only nod. Groaning, I reluctantly let go of you, stepping back a bit as you turn to face me. Leaning down, you give me a slow, soft kiss, making me want to melt into you. My tummy announces itself in a rather rude way, and I scrunch up my face as I step back. "Don't worry. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," you say. Turning to the door, I nod, saying, "I'll be outside, so just come get me." I disappear out the door, heading to the porch. Once outside, I was awestruck. I had seen it many times as a kid, spending many a lazy summer on my great-aunt's farm, but the night sky in the middle of nowhere always seemed to amaze me. The cabin was situated in its own little clearing, giving me a perfect view overhead. I sit down on the top step, smiling to myself as I remembered those good times. I'm not sure how long I sat out there. A short while later you appear at the door, with a plate in hand. Answering my puzzled look, you say, "I figured here would be a nice spot to eat." Handing me the plate, you smiled and winked before briefly stepping back inside. Moments later, you were sitting with me on the top step, our backs against a support post on either side. Forgoing the usual niceties, I dig into the chicken casserole-like concoction on my plate with unladylike gusto. When the tummy is hungry, I never ignore it for long. We sit in silence for a while as we finished dinner, setting the plates to the side. Patting my tummy, I smile over at you, saying, "You're a better cook than I assumed you could be." You hold out your hand, whispering, "Come here." A slight thrill went up my spine. That always seems to happen when you whisper anything to me. Taking your hand, I scoot over until I'm sitting between your legs, my back against your chest. My fingers idly tangle themselves in yours as I looked up at the sky. Turning my head to look up at you, I turn back to look at the sky, saying, "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life?" You wrap your arms tightly around me, kissing my cheek, growling a bit in my ear. "I can think of at least one right now." I wiggle closer, sighing happily. Before we get comfortable, you nip my ear, chuckling and saying, "We better clean these dishes up. I've got dessert for you inside." Squealing, I jump up, picking up the plates, saying, "I wash, YOU dry." I walk inside, stopping short when I saw a fire going in the fireplace. Candles are lit all over the room, the faint scent of vanilla drifts around me. It had just occurred to me that it was a little cooler than usual, so the fire was a great idea. Heading to the kitchen, we both made quick work of the leftover food and dirty dishes, getting everything in order in record time. Putting your hands on my shoulders, you usher me out to sit on a soft blanket in front of the fire, then you disappear back into the kitchen. Moments later you return with a bottle of wine and two glasses, bending down to softly kiss me, sitting the bottle and glasses to the side. I reach up to wrap my arms around your neck, but you gently push me away, smiling. "I'll be right back," you whisper. Wondering what you have up your sleeve, I just sit there, waiting for you, my knees tucked under my chin. "Close your eyes, babe," you say from the kitchen doorway. Reluctant to do so, I let out a suffering sigh before giving in. I close my eyes tightly, feeling you sit down next to me moments later. I jerk back slightly when I feel something brush my lips. "What the hell???" You chuckle deeply, saying, "I'm sorry, baby. I should have warned you first." Frowning in the direction of your voice, I say, "Yeah, you do that next time. Now can I open my eyes?" "Mmmmmmm... Not yet," is your response. "Okay, here it comes," you say before pressing something hard and smooth against my lips. Parting my lips, I let my tongue taste whatever it is you're holding. If it's on my lips, then it must be something to taste, I reason. Bitter and sweet, the dark chocolate starts melting on my tongue. I purr, smiling a little. "Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, a pleading tone creeping in. You sigh, not willing to end the game, but relent to my request. "All right. But it won't be as much fun." Opening my eyes, I wink at you, growling, "Who says?" Missing the comfort of your body pressed against mine, I practically launch myself into you, landing on top. Wiggling my hips a little, I purr, saying, "You can tease me all you want with the chocolate and the vanilla and the wine, but I have another game in mind." I lower my head, covering your lips with mine, my tongue teasing you. I feel your fingers tangle in my hair, your touch reigniting a fire in me. Sitting up, I pant heavily, trying to control myself because I want to take my time with you. The rise and fall of my chest catches your attention, and you wonder why you hadn't noticed the absence of my bra earlier. You bring your right hand up, your fingertips caressing my left breast through the thin cotton t-shirt, making me gasp in pleasure. I throw my head back, my back arching, bringing my breasts closer to you. Before I can recover from the jolt rushing through my body, I feel your teeth lightly clamp on my other nipple, your tongue wetting the material of my shirt. I was startled, but highly aroused, by this new sensation, wiggling my body up to press against your mouth more. Your fingers, not content to fondle me through the shirt, slide down my side, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up. I whimper as I feel your fingertips on my back, tracing light circles, tickling me. I wiggle to try to get free, grinding my hips against you, breathless with the extraordinary pleasure such a small movement induced. I need more of you and soon, before I go insane from the torture. I sit up, pushing against you, my hands grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I toss it away, growling, "So you don't go ruining another shirt, thank you very much!" "I'm sorry about that, baby," you whisper huskily, your hands sliding up my thighs and hips. Moving ever so slowly, your fingers lightly caress my bare breasts, my nipples hardening in response. I arch my back, leaning into your hands, my body begging you to keep touching me. Locking my eyes on yours, I whisper, "I need you, baby. Need to feel you deep inside me." My hips grind against you, making us both moan from need. Wrapping your arms around me, you roll over until you're on top of me, my legs wrapped tightly around your waist. Lowering your head, your mouth hungrily covers mine, our tongues exploring each other. My hands move down your back, my nails lightly grazing you. Finding the bottom of your shirt, I tug it up, trying to get it out of my way, wanting to feel your skin against my body. I break off the kiss, growling in your ear, "I think we really should do something about the clothing issue, baby. It's becoming a drag." You roll off me, pulling your shirt off, your hands going to the zipper on your shorts. In the meantime, I stand up to take my shorts off, my back to you. I kick my shorts to the side, stopping in midturn, moaning softly when I feel your hands on my hips, your lips and tongue caressing the left side of my bottom. The Camp Out Ch. 04 My legs quiver slightly as I fight to keep still, my breath coming in short gasps. I bend forward, placing my hands on the table nearby, bracing myself. I can barely contain myself as your lips travel over to the other side of my ass, your tongue and teeth finding just the right spots to tease. You lightly lick down the back of my thigh, gently nibbling behind my knee, almost making me collapse. Whimpering, I fight to keep my legs from buckling as your lips and teeth find the back of my other knee, slowly traveling up the back of my other thigh. I can feel your breath against my sensitive skin, and am amazed at how something so simple could be so very erotic. Before I have time to recover my senses, I hear you growl before flicking your tongue over my clit. A bolt of electricity shoots through me, causing my hips to buck. Your hands tighten around my hips, pulling me against your face, your tongue buried deep in my hot, wet pussy. I arch my back, pushing myself backwards, my head thrown back. Quickly, I lose all sense of time and place, losing myself in the pleasure of your touch and intimate kiss. Your tongue, seemingly of its own accord, knows exactly the right spots to tease, bringing me closer to the edge then pulling me back over and over again. After what feels like forever of you teasing me, my legs quiver so much they buckle. You quickly catch me, gently laying me down on the floor, your eyes locked with mine. I hold out my arms to you as you cover my body with yours, your hips nestling between my thighs. I whimper as your hot, hard shaft presses against my stomach. You lower your head, lips softly caressing mine. My hands cradle your head, fingers bury themselves in your hair. My hips start rocking against you, creating a sweet, torturing friction on my clit. I whimper against your lips, whispering how much I wanted to feel you deep within me. My legs wrap around your waist. I feel you briefly raise your hips, the head of your cock pressing against my pussy. I gasp as you slowly start to slide into me, my body welcoming your invasion. You raise up on your arms, looking down at me. Panting, I reach up to gently caress your cheeks, my fingertips tracing your lips. My back arches, my legs pulling you deeper into me as your cock stretches me, your heartbeat and mine synchronized at the very depth of me. Slowly, you withdraw your cock, your eyes locked onto mine. I tighten my legs, pulling you back in. You smile, shaking your head at me. Pouting, I loosen my legs again, letting you take the lead. You pace yourself, moving ever so slowly, the rhythm quickly driving me out of my mind. Driving me even more insane, your eyes caress my body, traveling slowly up from where our hips are joined to finally gaze deeply into mine. My fingers dance across your stomach and chest, tickling and teasing every wonderful inch. My arms wrap around you, my fingers memorizing the contours of your back, my nails gently grazing along your spine. Almost imperceptibly your pace quickens. I lightly drag my nails up your arms and across your shoulders, closely watching your face. I love how your face changes expression so quickly. My fingers tease the back of your neck, nails grazing your hairline. My legs tighten around your waist, forcing your cock to go deeper than it had. Pure pleasure slams into me as you touch the deepest parts of me. My back arches, raising my hips against yours. I tighten my pussy around your cock, whispering to you, "Faster, baby." I lock my fingers behind your neck, pulling you down to kiss me. Your kiss nearly steals my breath away as your body slams into mine. Sinking my teeth into your lower lip, my whimpers barely reach your ears. My hips rise up to meet yours, your pace quickening, bringing me closer to orgasm. My arms tighten around you, hands grabbing your ass, pulling you deeper into me. Moaning softly, my breath coming in short gasps, every inch of my body tingling with pleasure. Before I can catch my breath, my body tightens around you, pussy clenching your cock hard, as my orgasm tears through me. My screams echo through the cabin as I cling desperately to you, cumming for what seems and eternity. One, two, three more strokes and I hear my name on your lips as I feel your cock swell, stroking my still pulsing pussy. I barely come down from my first orgasm when you cum, filling me, my highly sensitized body succumbing a second time to mind-blowing ecstasy. You collapse on top of me, my arms and legs refusing to let you go. We lay there a few minutes, trying to catch our breaths, heartbeats slowing. My fingers lightly caress your back as I smile to myself, eyes closed. I feel your lips against my neck as you place soft kisses under my ear. I feel you shift most of your weight off me, and I whimper in protest, looking up at you. Chuckling, you put a finger to my lips, saying, "Ssshhhh. I don't want to crush you." Quickly, you roll over to your side, pulling me with you, my head resting on your arm. My fingers trace little circles on your hip, my lips caressing your shoulder as I whisper to you. "You know, we really should get some sleep. I wanted to go hiking tomorrow, you know?" You growl at me in response. Your hand presses against my tummy, pushing me to my back. My giggles turn to gasps of pleasure as you lean down, taking one of my nipples gently between your teeth, pulling on it. Rolling off me, you stand up and hold your hand out to me, saying, "You're right. We'll need plenty of sleep for that hike tomorrow. Or, at least, YOU'LL need it." Grumbling, I stand up, ignoring your hand, glaring at you. You pick up the blanket, wrapping it around me, then pick me up, kissing me soundly as I start to squeal. Using the last light of the dying fire, you walk to the bedroom, standing me next to the bed. Pulling the blankets back, you gently lay me down, then snuggle up behind me, your fingers caressing my hip. I purr, wiggling farther back, my bottom pressing firmly against your hips. The Camp Out Ch. 05 We lay there for what seems forever, your hand resting on my hip. I wiggle, trying to get more comfortable. Immediately, a groan escapes you. Your fingers flex on my hip, and I feel you growing hard against my back side. Still not comfortable, I move around a bit. Squeezing my hip, you hiss in my ear, "If you don't stop moving neither one of us is going to get much sleep tonight." To make your point, your hand travels down my thigh, gently squeezing it. Before I can respond, you grab my leg, picking it up to drape backward over your hip. Purring, I press tightly against you, my bottom trapping your hardening cock. I fight to stifle my giggling as your fingers tickle their way up the inside of my thigh. I let out a sharp gasp as you press your hand between my thighs, rubbing against me. Your teeth gently graze my neck as you start to pull your hand away, fingertips lightly caressing my pussy. The movement of my hips drives you crazy, my bottom pressing tightly against your hips. Your teeth sink deeper into my neck as you slide a finger inside my wet, aching pussy, a gasp escaping my lips. Growling, you whisper in my ear, "Someone's a horny little devil tonight, isn't she?" You try to move your hand away from between my legs, but my hand grabbing your wrist stops you. Whimpering, I whisper back to you, "If someone wasn't so damned sexy, I'd be able to keep myself under better control." Pressing your hand against me, I start grinding my hips against both your hand and cock. Wrapping your arm around my waist, you move quickly, standing on your knees, pulling me with you. "On your hands and knees, little girl," you say to my very surprised back. Quickly, I obey, my hips wiggling in front of you. Grabbing my hips, you position yourself. In one swift motion, you pull my hips back, thrusting yours forward, burying your cock deep. Arching my back, I push myself backwards, locking my pussy tight around your cock, my head thrown back. Growling, you pull out almost completely, thrusting hard once, your breathing becomes shallow. Glancing over my shoulder, I smile knowingly at you, purring, "Aaawww, is my baby getting worn out?" You just glare at me. Wiggling my hips, I chuckle, saying, "I know how we can solve this." Slapping my bottom sharply, you pull out, flipping me over onto my back. You lean down over me, nipping my lips, whispering, "You do, hmmm?" Letting my fingers travel up your back, I nodded, smiling. My nails graze the back of your neck. I watch as my fingers tickle their way down your neck and over your chest, idly saying, "All it takes really is for you to be on your back, baby. Nothing more than..." My comment ends in a squeal as you roll to your back, pulling me on top of you. Pushing the hair out of my face, I glare down at you, growling, "One of us would appreciate it if the roller coaster didn't act without so much as a warning." Chuckling, you push more hair away from my face, your fingers curling around the back of my neck, gently pulling my face closer. You whisper huskily, "I'm sorry, baby. I'll warn you next time." Your lips softly caress mine, barely kissing me, making me forget what I was arguing about. Raising my hips, my fingers quickly find your rock hard cock, squeezing and stroking it. Holding you steady, I lower my hips, my eyes locked on yours as I start sitting down on top of you, your cock slowly sliding into me. Finally, my hips press against yours, and I can feel you deep inside. Sitting up, I smile down at you, purring, my hands flat against your chest to brace myself. Locking my thighs on your waist, I lean forward, nipping your shoulders. My hips raise up, my pussy squeezing you as you slowly slide back out. Slowly, I start moving lower, kissing and nipping your chest. Glancing up at you, I lower my hips ever so slowly as my tongue teases your nipples. You grab my hips, unable to stand the slow torture. Before you can move your hips, I stand up on my knees, grabbing your hands, glaring down at you. "What do you think you were about to do?" I said, linking my fingers in yours, pushing them down onto the bed. Nipping your bottom lip, I whisper, "I have plans for you. I intend to take my time." Nip to your ear. "Drive you insane." Run my tongue lightly down your neck. "Until all you can think about is me." I tighten my muscles, squeezing your cock. Groaning, your fingers squeeze mine, your hips thrusting slightly against me. "Baby, I think it's a little too late for all that." Your breath is hot against my flushed, sensitive skin. I run my tongue back up your neck to your ear, purring, "Then tell me what you want, baby." Taking a deep breath, you try to steady yourself before whispering, "I want you to fuck me damn it." Standing up on my knees, I smile wickedly down at you, stating, "That's all you ever had to say, baby." I sit down hard, your cocking ramming deep into my pussy. Throwing my head back and arching my back, I stand up slightly again, only to sit down hard on top of you. Our fingers locked together, you brace me as I lean forward, working my hips into a rhythm against yours. Gradually, I start riding you faster and harder, my breathing shallow. Tension begins to coil in tummy, my fingers squeezing yours painfully as I get closer to cumming. I bite my lower lip, whimpering, my eyes locked onto yours. Your hips thrust against mine as you whisper, "Ssssshhhhhh... That's it, baby. Keep going. Cum for me." Thrusting three more times, I throw my head back, crying out as my pussy spasms, tightening around your cock, making you follow close behind. Pulling me down on top of you, you wrap your arms tightly around me as you thrust against me, burying my face in your chest as I cling to you. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal, but your arms remain locked around me. Turning my head, I press my cheek against your chest, reluctant to move off you. Kissing the top of my head, you nudge me, poking me in the side, making me giggle. "Baby, it's getting a little late, and we really should get some sleep now. For real this time." Yawning, I nod, slowly rolling myself off you to curl up against your side, already drifting off to sleep.