Camping

The campsite was quiet except for the crackling fire and the distant hush of the trees. Jake unzipped the tent flap and grinned at his girlfriend. "Told you I could build a fire," he said, wiping his hands on his jeans. Mia smirked, lowering herself onto the sleeping bag. "Yeah, yeah, you’re Bear Grylls now. Come here." Her voice was a low demand. He didn’t hesitate. She was already peeling off her shirt, the flickering firelight catching the curve of her tits—soft but firm, just how he liked. His cock twitched as she reached for his belt, fingers brushing over the bulge straining against his zipper. "You’ve been staring at my ass all day," she murmured, dragging his jeans down his thighs. "Fuck yeah," he admitted, grabbing her hips. Mia laughed, pushing him onto his back. "Then do something about it." The moment she straddled him, he could feel her hard against his thigh—her cock rubbing against him, already wet at the tip. She rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate, and Jake groaned. "Still think you’re the one in charge out here?" she teased. He flipped her over, pinning her hands above her head. "We’ll see."

Jake’s grip tightened on Mia’s wrists as she arched beneath him, her breath hitching. The heat between them was electric, her cock pressing insistently against his stomach. He ground his hips down, letting her feel just how hard he was—thick and heavy against her thigh. Mia gasped, then smirked. “Talk’s cheap, baby.” He didn’t answer, just leaned down to bite at her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin. Her hips jerked, grinding against him, her cock sliding wet and slick between them. She moaned, nails digging into his back. “Fuck, yeah—like that.” Jake reached down between them, fingers wrapping around her, stroking slow and firm. He could feel her pulse against his palm, the way her breath stuttered when he thumbed over the head, smearing precum down her length. Mia bucked into his grip, her voice rough. “Stop teasing—” He didn’t. Instead, he dragged his hand lower, fingers tracing lower until they pressed against her tight, hot entrance. She shuddered, legs falling open wider. “That’s what you want?” he growled. She bit her lip, nodding. “Show me.”

Jake didn't make her wait. He pressed one finger in slowly, savoring the way her body clenched around him. Mia’s breath hitched—sharp, desperate—as he curled his finger inside her, finding that spot that made her thighs tremble. "Fuck, Jake—" He added a second finger, stretching her open while his thumb circled her cock, rubbing firm circles just beneath the head. Mia’s hips jerked, her back arching off the sleeping bag. "You’re not—fuck—playing fair," she gasped. Jake smirked, watching her come undone. "You wanted me to show you." He crooked his fingers again, dragging a ragged moan from her throat. Mia grabbed his wrist, nails biting into his skin. "Enough teasing." Her voice was raw, commanding. "Need you inside me. Now." He didn’t argue. Yanking his fingers free, he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her tight, slick entrance. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt, Mia’s sharp cry filling the tent. She clenched around him, panting. "Move. Fucking move." Jake obeyed, rocking into her deep and slow, each thrust hitting just right. Mia’s legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper as she reached between them, stroking herself in time with his movements. The air was thick with their moans, the sound of skin slapping skin. Jake’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts turning brutal, desperate. Mia’s breath came in short, broken gasps—close, so close. "Come for me," he growled. And she did, shuddering around him, her orgasm ripping through her as Jake buried himself one last time, filling her deep.

Jake stayed buried inside her as she rode out her climax, her body pulsing around him. Mia’s grip on his shoulders was tight—almost painful—but he didn’t care. He loved the way she clung to him, wrecked and breathless. Then her hand was on his chest, pushing him back. “My turn,” she panted, flipping him onto his back in one smooth motion. Before he could react, she straddled him, guiding his cock back inside her with a stifled moan. This time, she set the pace—rolling her hips slow and deep, grinding down on him with just the right pressure. Jake groaned, hands gripping her thighs. “Fuck, Mia—” “Shut up,” she breathed, leaning forward to bite his lower lip. “Just feel it.” Every drag of her body against his sent sparks up his spine. She was still throbbing from her orgasm, warm and tight, and when she reached behind herself to press two fingers against his ass, Jake nearly lost it. She smirked, circling his rim teasingly. “You want it?” His hips jerked helplessly. “Christ, yes.” Mia didn’t hesitate. She pressed in, just one finger to start, and Jake’s vision nearly whited out. The stretch was perfect, the pressure unbearable as she worked him open while riding him. “Fuck, fuck—Mia—!” She sped up, her own cock bouncing against his stomach, wet and flushed. “Come inside me again,” she demanded. “Now.” And like hell was he going to disobey. His orgasm hit like a freight train, spilling deep into her as she clenched around him, milking every drop. Panting, Mia collapsed onto his chest, both of them slick with sweat. Jake traced her spine lazily. “Still think you’re in charge?” She nipped his collarbone in answer. “Shut up.”

Jake smirked and rolled them over again, pinning Mia beneath him. His lips trailed down her throat, then lower, licking a stripe along her cock before taking her fully into his mouth. She gasped, fingers twisting in his hair as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes—tongue circling the head before swallowing her down again. Mia didn’t wait. She shoved at his shoulder until he shifted, letting her lean up to catch the tip of his cock between her lips. Her tongue flicked over him, teasing, before she sucked him deeper, hollowing her cheeks. The heat of her mouth was maddening, and Jake groaned around her length, the vibration making Mia buck against him. Their rhythm was messy, desperate—neither holding back. Jake’s fingers dug into her hips as he took her deeper, throat working around her, and Mia matched him stroke for stroke, her nails scraping his thighs. It didn’t take long. Jake felt her tense first, her cock pulsing against his tongue as she came with a broken moan. The taste of her was sharp, salty, and he swallowed greedily just as his own climax hit. Mia didn’t pull away, taking every drop until he was shuddering, spent. She finally released him with a breathless laugh. “Fuck, you taste good.” Jake collapsed beside her, dragging her close. “Yeah? Prove it.” He kissed her hard, sharing the lingering heat between them.