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His left hand went to my breast while his right slid across my stomach to my pussy. He moved his mouth near my ear as he separated my folds and slid his finger inside me.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he said against my hair. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to slide my cock into that pussy.”
A zipping sound nearby told me someone was either exiting or entering the tent next to us. It only heightened my arousal. He pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb as his other hand worked my clit, moving over it. His erection pressed into my lower back, and I knew he was getting harder with each movement I made.
I sighed as his finger flicked my clit. Back and forth, back and forth. I imagined his cock entering me, him moving faster and faster until finally, he spilled his seed inside me.
“Come for me, Gwendolyn,” he said against my ear. “Come for me so I can feel that sweet pussy around my cock.”
I gripped his forearm as my climax overtook me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, and the pain mixed with pleasure only heightened my climax.
I’d barely come down when he nudged me onto my hands, putting me in the doggy-style position. He put his left hand on my butt while he used his right hand to guide his cock into my still throbbing opening.
Normally, this was where I’d start dirty talking him, but there was no way to do it without neighbors possibly overhearing. So I closed my eyes and listened to his fast, shallow breaths as he slowly moved in and out of me. He was holding out, hoping I’d come one more time, but I was still recovering from the last one.
To help myself along, I lifted my hand, balancing on the other arm, and began stroking the very sensitive bud he’d so expertly rubbed just seconds earlier. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, I felt my arousal building again, the combination of my touch and his cock filling me, driving me upward, toward another orgasm.
As Julian began gradually moving faster, I gasped. “That feels so good,” I said in a voice as loud as I dared to speak. “Yes, fuck me harder.”
I whispered that. I wasn’t sure if he heard or not, but his thrusts increased, going deeper and faster. The sounds of his body moving against mine pushed me up and over the edge. And again, I was biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“Yes!” I whispered, mostly to signal him to stop holding out.
The speed of his thrusts increased as my right hand returned to its spot on the sleeping bag. His grip on my upper thigh tightened a little as his breathing increased. He let out a long sigh that I knew would have normally been a moan—maybe even a guttural cry. Both of us knew how to stay quiet to avoid being overheard on the other side of a wall.
Finally, we collapsed onto the sleeping bag, breathless and exhausted. That was the best wake up ever.
“Can we just stay like this forever?” I asked as I stared up at the ceiling.
He grabbed my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. “Yes, but eventually we have to get up to eat doughnuts.”
“And drink coffee,” I added. “I’d be happy to stay in this tent forever.”
Who was I kidding? I missed our kids already. As much as I enjoyed our alone time, nothing made me happier than being home with my husband and the two of them.
“I guess we should call your mom at some point this morning,” Julian said.
Mom had driven up to our house in Rosewood Ridge to stay with the kids all weekend. She was a surprisingly good grandmother. Dad was still his work- and status-obsessed self, but mom had lightened up a lot since her first grandchild came along.
I sat up and twisted around until I could grab both our cups of coffee. “First, coffee and doughnuts.”
Julian sat up and reached for the doughnuts. Somehow, we’d managed not to upend the box during our lovemaking session.
“Maybe we’ll have one more go at it after breakfast,” Julian said with a big smile.
“Now, that’s a plan.”
I took another sip of coffee and my first bite of chocolate eclair—my favorite—and decided this was the happiness I’d been looking for all my life. Who would have imagined I’d find it at my sister’s wedding?
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