“Night Fever”
Camille
The door to our cottage slammed with a bang as Nathan kicked it, his hands feverishly attempting to divest me of my shorts and damp bathing suit. His mouth worked mine hard, tongue stroking and teeth nipping. “Goddamn fucking women’s clothes,” he growled into my mouth, his frustration at getting me naked completely palpable.
The brief ride from the river had been a crowded one. The rafting company had been short of buses and sent only one to accommodate us. That meant most of the women rode on the lap of a husband or boyfriend, and that translated into a spectacular hard-on pressing into my backside. Very conscious of Nate’s position as commander, we both had avoided any appearance of impropriety, but the promise of soon being full of his cock left me hot and achy. We had time to make up for.
My hands found the tie to his board shorts, dropping them and quickly peeling off my suit. I pulled him close again with one hand on his tight ass. Between kisses, I pulled away a little, panting. “I have a question, Nathan, and I don’t know exactly how to ask.”
His hand cupped a breast, thumb circling one tight nipple. His eyes were hooded and stared into my own. “Ask me, babe,” he rumbled. “We have a no-secrets policy, remember?”
My eyes dropped briefly, hesitant. “You were so sweet last night, Nathan. So careful with me and gentle.” I raised my eyes again to meet his. “I guess it’s not as much a question as a request.” His eyebrows lifted with obvious interest, fingers now stroking the sensitive skin under my breast. “You don’t have to be so cautious, Nate. I mean, a little rough is hot, and I like it when you get a little bossy.” Instantly, I felt the sweet bite of my nipple pinched between his thumb and finger. “I’m not breakable, baby. I can take whatever you want to give me and love it. Try me.”
My feet were off the floor before I could think, and Nathan stalked toward the bed with me in his arms. My ass bounced as he tossed me carefully onto the mattress. Our room was again mostly darkened with only the rays of sunset filtering through one window. Nathan’s imposing form stood at the bedside, looking impassively at me as I curled around myself, subconsciously shielding my nakedness from him.
His voice was low and even. “Don’t try to hide from me, Camille. Your body’s for my enjoyment tonight.” One large hand dropped to grasp his straining erection, stroking it slowly from root to tip. My eyes locked on the veins along his length, more pronounced as he stroked hard. It was angry and weeping, the dark pink of the broad head turning to purple as he stroked. He stepped to the edge of the bed and allowed his gaze to drift lazily along my body as I uncurled and submitted to his eyes. His thumb swept across the head of his cock, capturing several fat drops of precum from the slit. His eyes held mine as he rubbed his thumb along my lower lip, and my tongue darted out to lap up his salty offering.
“I felt empty without you inside me today, Nathan.” Our eyes locked, and my mouth couldn’t stop spilling my pussy’s secrets. “I thought about you, all naked and hard and thick. And fucking me.” I rose to my knees and closed one hand over his fist, both of us stroking slowly. “I thought about sucking you and tasting you. You liked that last night, didn’t you, baby?” I smiled. “I want to spend more time learning your beautiful cock. I’m good at swallowing you, even as thick as you are in my throat. You’ll let me enjoy you, won’t you?”
He responded with a growl and pushed me away, turning my body and laying it on the bed while he stood over me. He spread his muscled thighs and offered a good, long look at the power between his legs. His leaking, distended cock jutted from a closely trimmed thatch of dark hair, heavy testicles drawn close to his body. His arms pulled my body toward his, and my head hung slightly from the edge of the bed. He looked at me, his gaze a little harder than I was accustomed to. “Camille, you will suck my cock and take me deep. If it’s too much or you need a break, pinch my thigh, and I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?”
I nodded quickly, hands on his ass cheeks, and pulled the succulent head into my mouth, relishing the salty taste of what he fed me from his slit. A groan escaped both of us as I pulled him deeper and sucked gently on the head. His fingers spread the slick lips of my cunt, and two fingers began to stroke down both sides of my clit. Fuck, filling my throat was the only recourse against the screams his fingers were about to tear from me. I took a deep breath and pulled, taking him deeper, relaxing my body for his use, and felt him pop into my throat. My hands at his ass urged him on, and he fell into a rhythm, leisurely fucking my eager mouth. My tongue curled around his length as he stroked, coddling, and the groans escalated. His fingers worked my clit urgently. My arousal was warm, sliding down my thighs and wetting the tight pucker of my ass. His fingers followed, circling there, and returning to torture my clit.
My fingers traced the outline of his testicles, pausing to taunt the area below with more pressure. I felt his pulse there and hesitated, mesmerized, stroking. With that touch, his erection inexplicably gained girth and length in my throat, and he pulled himself from my mouth. “Need to take you, baby. Turn around and spread yourself for my cock.” He stroked himself again and crawled onto the bed as I moved toward the head of the bed.
“Are you sure you want me this way, angel?” His face was hard, but his voice was gentle. “You want me rough, using you? I need to be sure, Camille.” He knelt between my outstretched legs and stroked my thigh reverently. “Maybe too soon, babe?” His eyes asked, as well as the tone of his voice.
There was something about holding his eyes while we talked about how we wanted each other that sent my body to places it had never been. It raised the raw intimacy of what we were doing to each other—for each other—to a place I’d not experienced. I craved baring myself, trusting him.
“I want it, Nathan. Need it, baby…need you to do things to me no one else has. I want to go to new places; make it good, Nate.” My arms stretched above my head, baring all of me for him. I was hungry for what he would give me; my core pulsed and my heart pounded at the thought of what came next.
He didn’t question me again. Instead, he studied my outstretched form with hooded eyes, breathing heavily, and reached for me. His fingers circled a taut nipple and moved down my body to drag deliberately between the slick lips of my pussy, gathering the wetness there and again tasting me.
“Keep your hands there, Camille, above your head.” He stretched to clasp my wrists with one large hand. “You’ll open your legs, and your cunt will take my cock. If I do anything that hurts or scares you, or if you need me to stop for any reason, you’ll say ‘Solomon.’ Say it now, Camille.”
I nodded, eyes wide and on him. “Solomon.” I stretched my knees wider.
His hand tightened on my wrists, and he gripped his length, bringing it to my entrance. His face dipped until our mouths touched. I felt the blunt tip of him stroke once, then twice, through the slickness. The head circled my clit, tortuously unhurried.
“You need to come for me now, angel. My cock will take you there, but you have to ask.” His voice was barely audible above the sounds of his flesh tormenting my slick center. “Ask me, Camille,” he hissed. “Ask me to make your pussy come.”
My wrists tugged, but his hand tightened. Somehow, the inability to move lent more heat to the pressure gathering between my legs. My hips bucked, needing him inside and pleading for the control eluding me. “More, Nate, please. Please, God.”
“Please, what?” He rhythmically pressed his cockhead against the swollen knot of my clit, circling across the top and then pressing the underside.
“Please…so close, Nathan.” I’d been almost ready to come by the time the door closed; I needed it so badly now. My eyes pleaded. “Let me come, baby.” I couldn’t catch my breath.
His mouth dropped to my neck, and he groaned, sinking slightly into me and stretching my pussy with a few inches of his heavy length. At the same moment, though, his finger moved to continue worrying my clit. His hot mouth sucked at my neck, and my walls tightened, igniting a blazing wave of pleasure. My pussy gripped his length, rippling with the ecstasy blooming there, and I came. So easy, so effortless on the hardness of his cock. I threw my head back, baring my neck to his mouth, and smiled at the release I felt around him. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I moaned my satisfaction.
His hand eased its grasp on my wrists as the waves of orgasm subsided. “Thank you, Nate…thank you, baby.” I whispered it in his ear, tugging his erection with my wet pussy. “So good.”
His face lifted from my neck, and he smiled. His hand released my wrists. “Grip the spindles of the headboard with your hands, angel. I’ll hold you down if I need to, but it’ll be better if you do it yourself.” His cock moved forward an inch, filling me further. “I’m going to fuck you, you’re going to take my cum inside you, and you’re going to come again on my cock. With me this time. Understand, Camille?”
My eyes were wide. I felt his finger near my entrance, sliding up to caress my still-throbbing clit. He lowered himself again, our mouths touching, as he circled my swollen clit right above where our bodies joined. He gave me more of his length and picked up the pace. Fingering my clit, looking into my eyes, he began to fuck me slowly. Giving me a fraction more of his cock with each stroke, he took us there together.
Then my mouth was open, my head nodding frantically for lack of words, and my legs gripped his hips. Finally, he buried all of his length in my desperate body, bathing the walls with his warm release. Feeling him filling me pushed me over, panting and squeezing him. I was dizzy, drowning in Nathan.
Several minutes passed, and I may have drifted off momentarily. Everything I needed at that moment existed in the clutch of my arms, legs, and very satisfied sex. Nathan’s hand sifted through my hair, and he shifted us to one side, still inside me. “Beautiful, sleepy girl.” His whispers met my ear as he kissed my neck, and then we both slept.