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"Let me look at you."
So I stand in just a tiny pair of panties in the middle of a campsite lit only by the roaring campfire.
Grant doesn't say a word, but he doesn't have to. I can see his hunger for me in every line of his expression, in the way his shoulders tense and his hands fist like he's holding himself back from grabbing me.
"Take them off." His voice is choked, his eyes reflecting the campfire.
Bending at the waist, I slide my panties down my legs and step out of them. When I straighten, Grant is also naked, seated on the log, his cock hard against his bare belly. He looks like pure sex, bare before me, long and lean and hard. Never in my life have I ever wanted anyone or anything more.
For a while, though, we just stare at each other, soaking in the moment. The sweet scent of marshmallow mixes with the smoky scent of the fire, the moon and stars shine above us, and the flames dance, lighting our bare skin in ever-changing patterns.
Finally, Grant rips open a packet and slides the condom on over his length, his big hand flexing and molding around himself.
I'm back on his lap in a moment. I wrap myself around him and look him in the eyes, and we don't need words. His want matches my own.
I lower myself onto him, keeping my gaze on his eyes, on his face, as he fills me up.
Once he's seated fully inside me, we sigh. We smile at each other. And then we move.
I'm desperate for friction and for release, while at the same time desperate for this to never end. He feels so good. So damn good.
"Aw, fuck, Dani. You feel so perfect. Just like I knew you would."
His arm muscles are tensed, his hands on the log as he supports us. I lean in and kiss him, liking the way he can't touch me, liking him at my mercy.
He growls into my mouth. Both his hands smack my ass and squeeze it so hard a fresh wave of pleasure rolls through me.
There's a jolt as we hit the ground. I look down at Grant, now under me on the grass. He looks at me, teeth gritted. "Ride me, baby. Make yourself come."
For the merest smidge of a moment, I want to argue. It's my first instinct any time he tries to tell me what to do. In an instant, I'm over it. I roll my hips and ride him, but I can't get enough friction. I'm so fucking close and I just can't…
I sit up and lean back, one hand on his right thigh. I use my free hand to rub my clit just the way I like it as I roll my hips.
Grant's eyes go positively molten. "Let me know if you want my help," he says, voice raspy. "Because I'm sure as hell enjoying the show."
"Oh, fuck," I say, super intelligently. "Fuck. Grant. I'm—"
And then I'm gone, pleasure rocketing through me. So good. So fucking good. My whole body is awash with sensation and I have to close my eyes before I overload.
When I open them, Grant has a look on his face like he's just seen something miraculous.
I want to give him the same pleasure.
I lift and lower myself over him, rising in a squat until just the tip of him is inside me before slamming down on him. Over and over again.
He grips my hips so hard it almost hurts. I welcome the hurt. I welcome every bit of sensation he can give me.
When his orgasm hits, seeing the pleasure storm and thunder through his body sets me off again. I did that to him. I gave him that pleasure and it pleasures me, makes me shudder and shake with another orgasm.
I collapse on top of him, panting, and he presses a soft kiss to my temple.
***
"Good morning," a husky voice rasps against my ear.
I wake slowly to the sound and the feel of a hard body against my back, promising an excellent reason to wake up. "It's not even light out yet," I say, even as I rub my butt against his crotch.
After our fireside sex, we sat and talked until the fire burned down. Grant dumped about ten shovelfuls of dirt on it. Excessive in my opinion, but Grant had insisted it was necessary to prevent a wildfire.
