Roughing It.
The oversized sleeping bag I bought years ago had been put to good use. Great use actually as I cuddle up with a certain Marine between the fleece lined polyester.
She's awake and there's a specific spot on her body that I love running my hands over. It requires a barely-there touch, just a skim of my fingers..ah, and there it is. "Harm!" Even as she admonishes me, Mac is giggling.
I found the spot earlier today after making love inside our tent, an area between her hip and pelvis so soft and delicate. All I have to do is brush a finger and she squeals again. And it works every. single. time. "I thought Marine's didn't giggle."
"Guess you're discovering all my little secrets." She says and stretches lazily, the movement pulling the sleeping bag down exposing her breasts. My gaze settles on those perfect orbs resting on her rib cage and I know I'm caught looking when Mac starts laughing.
"I ah...umm... sorry." I feel my cheeks burn as a blush creeps into them. I would have backpedaled, bumbled and said something incredibly stupid but then she takes one of my hands and presses it against her chest. Beneath my palm I feel the steady beat of her heart, its racing but then, In suppose so is mine. "Harm, you can touch me, you know. I don't bite...much."
She's being terribly coy and it's her voice combined with a heady gaze that seduces me. Besides her giggling I discovered another sound I love, a throaty, primal growl from the back of Mac's throat when she is aroused.
When my mouth replaces the hand at her breast, she makes that sound and my nether region stands painfully at attention. I hungrily suck and lick, repeating the same treatment on her other breast. They're beautiful, round and full, fitting perfectly in my palm. "Oh Harm."
She's writhing under my touch and I feel a warm wetness on my thigh that is pressed between her legs. Mac's grinding against that thigh, pleasing herself with my body and its driving me insane.
This little impromptu camping trip was our first official date. Mac's idea of getting away from Washington, our jobs and even a possible intrusion from our mutual friends.
We tried going out a few times but, someone always interrupted, altered our plans and just down right barged in. "Do we have to go to the middle of no where?" I asked, exasperated and then, she said the simplest of things.
"Let's go camping."
"Camping?" Not that I hadn't gone camping with a girl before but, I'd always envisioned our first time on a nice big bed at an insanely expensive hotel. Mac was the kind of girl I wanted to do that for and not just have a romp in the woods.
Mac nodded. She seemed enthusiastic in the prospect and then began to pace across her living room. "There's a ton of State parks around us. Trails that lead to lakes. I have a tent, it's been a while though. We need some other supplies I suppose."
"A tent?" I grimace.
"Yep. Before Mic and me..." She stops at the mention of his name and eyes me. We hadn't exactly talked about all of that. Our little attempt to date began after a sweet kiss under the mistletoe and incessant pushing from my annoying little brother. "Well, I used to go hiking, spent some weekends camping and..."
"Alone?" I interrupt.
She raises her brow again only this time it's irritation I find. "Yes Harm, I'm not in the habit of sleeping around."
"That's not what I meant." It wasn't, I swear!
"Then what?" She has her hands on her hips and is glaring at me. I swear its always one step forward and six back with us.
"Alone. You were out in the woods, in the middle of nowhere alone? Are you nuts?"
My insinuation only seems to piss her off more and its a preamble to her infamous 'I'm a Marine' catchphrase that is both endearing and infuriating. "I can take care of myself you know."
"I know."
Agreeing seemed like the only viable way to calm her and when it does, Mac stands in front of me with her hands still on her hips. "Well? We going camping or not?"
"The weather sucks for that you know? It's freezing."
At last that sexy Sarah MacKenzie smile spreads across her face. "Don't worry, I know how to keep you warm." Her words were a seductive promise I could not resist.
We found the perfect camping spot, pitched a tent rather quickly, started a fire and just as fast Mac was in my arms. She led me into the tent and we stripped each other of our clothing with great efficiently.
So what if I ripped her shirt and lacey panties were now just a scrap of cloth on the heap by the tent entrance. There was no foreplay at all, no need for it really, she was wet...oh so wet and ready, the scent of her arousal getting my harder than I'd ever been.
I sank into her with one hard, fluid motion and almost regretted it when I heard her gasp. "Mac?"
I balanced on my forearms, seeking her eyes only to find her head tilted back, an expression of absolute rapture on her face. "Do that again."
So I did, again and again and again until we both tumbled over the edge...
Her nails raking across my upper back brings me back to the present moment as I continue to feast on her breasts and then kiss my way down her body.
She whimpers when she can no longer rub her sex over my thigh. So I replace my leg with my mouth. I've wanted to taste her for years, lick the sweet nectar between her thighs until Mac begs me to stop.
She says my name on a strangled scream once my tongue makes one pass over that exquisite bundle of nerves. "Jesus Harm."
I breathe in that wonderful, womanly musk, an intoxicating scent that has me hardening again. Each stroke of my tongue, each suck on Mac's warm, wet flesh has her crying for me, saying my name, panting. She's begging for release, desperately moving her hips until my slow and intense licks turn more deliberate.
Mac isn't quiet when she comes. it's loud, explosive and intense. Her body shakes even as my pressure lessens and lessens, lapping her sweet juices until she's too sensitive for my touch.
Her thighs close tightly and Mac pulls me up so that her mouth fuses with my own. Our kiss is hard and passionate and she licks licks my lip and chin, savoring the taste of herself on my skin which makes my cock twitch.
And just like that, Mac's and presses against my chest forcing me onto my back. Her hand begins the trail down my chest following the rough line of hair that leads to my cock which is standing proudly erect.
I see Mac's eyebrow raise in approval, her lips licked in anticipation as her hand reaches for me. She grips my shaft, her delicate palm sliding over the ribbed flesh. I'm about to tell her that reciprocation wasn't needed when her mouth...that lovely, lovely mouth with those kissable, pouty lips wraps around the tip of my cock and sucks.
Mac's warm mouth feels like heaven and she keeps her eyes locked onto mine as my length disappears between her lips. "Oh fuck."
Her head bobs over me, tongue rotating with each movement over heated flesh. I'm already hard and swelling even more when her teeth lightly nips me and suddenly I'm screaming her name much as she did mine.
She doesn't stop until she drains me, taking every last bit of my essence into her mouth and swallowing. Her sweet little tounge proceeds to lick up my shaft to my tip, lapping up any remnants. Mac is actually enjoying this and a satisfied and decidedly wicked smile curves the corners of her mouth and I don't think I've ever loved her more. "Couldn't let you have all the fun."
Lord, I never realized women actually liked that. I usually had to beg my exes and even when they did it wasn't this way. They'd usually scramble away afterwards sometimes shyly so. None of them ever swallowed, ever. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to. I've dreamt about it, actually." She clarifies as her hand still moves slowly up and down my cock.
I feel it start to swell again under her guidance. Mac uses her hands on my chest to balace, come over me, straddle my hips. She's still wet, drenched and I'm hard enough so that she impales herself on my cock and then stops.
Her eyes are watching me loose my precious control because before long I desperately push up into her. She's tight and warm and I need to feel that intimate friction.
Mac moves her hip in a circular motion.
She rides me in an aching slow way, an undulation of her hips that was the sweetest torture I ever wanted to experience.
And then she's buckling against me, those beautiful bouncing breasts a feast for my eyes. I sit up and angle her so that my head comes down to her chest and my mouth latches into one erect nipple.
Mac leans back, using a hand on my shoulder for leverage as she moves over me trying to find her release. When she does come it's just as wonderfully explosive as the first time which pushes me over my own cliff.
We hold each other tightly, chest to chest, skin to skin, soul to soul. I love her so damned much.
My head is buried in her shoulder our breathing equally rough and ragged. We're still joined, neither of us intent on moving any time soon. Mac shifts a little and a soft sigh brushes the side of my neck. Her breasts are crushed against my chest and beneath I feel her heartbeat which matches mine.
"I love you." The words escape my lips easily and I wonder why it had been so difficult to tell her before. "I love you, Mac."
She stiffens in my embrace and for a brief moment I wonder if I'd gone too far. We hadn't talked about our exes, our mistakes or the plane crash into the Atlantic that wrecked so much. We started at the beginning only none if us knew exactly what that beginning entailed.
I do love her though. I love her so damned much and intended to tell her so just not inside some stupid tent in the middle of...
"I love you, too." Mac's head lifts from my shoulder and those dazzling chocolate-amber eyes are brimming with unshed tears. "I've always loved you... always." And something tells me she always will.
She kisses me, slow and sweet and I taste the saltiness of her tears. Mac shivers and I want to arrogantly believe its because my touch and no so much because it's freezing inside our little paradise. "Let's go shower, get warm and slide into my bed."
Mac begins to laugh heartily. "There's no shower and no bed when camping, sailor...There are, however, many ways to stay warm...fire...hiking..."
"Love making." My hand dips between us and begins to stroke her clit. My body isn't ready to take her again but, that doesn't mean I can't please Mac. "I want to hear you scream my name when you come, Sarah." And she does.
In the middle of the night I wake up to find I'm alone in our tent, worse still, the spot next to me on the sleeping bag is cold...oh so cold. "Mac?" I hear rummaging outside along with a long, content sigh.
Carefully, I slip out of the tent and find her sitting atop of one of my barstools polishing off a sand which of some sort. The only light is that of a kerosene lantern settled just in font of her but it's enough for me to see the warning in her eyes. "So we couldn't shower or use my bed but..." I bite off a piece of her sand which and grin. "You can go through the fridge to make a turkey sandwich?"
Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard, fresh cut tomatoes and alfalfa sprouts all on an insanely expensive slices of artesian bread. Oh, it's pressed too and toasted to perfection.
"I was hungry." She says by way of explanation and shrugs. "Want one?" Even before I give my answer she hops off the stool and by the light of the lantern begins to prepare one for me.
"Maaaac." I fold my hands across my chest and wonder why its no longer cold in my apartment. Oh, she put the heater on too. I roll my eyes. "Weren't we supposed to be roughing it?"
Our actual camping trip to the wilds of the woods was cut short by a Nor'Easter. So, at Mac's insistence, we improvised and raised the tent (in more ways than one) in the center of my living room.
I hop up on a stool and watch her work. She's wearing my shirt which drops down just beneath the swell of her sweet six. Oh Msc. "I am hungry, actually."
For her.
I'm standing behind her in a flash, pressing my arousal against her back as my hands seek and find her breasts through the cotton material that covers them. The knife she was using to slice tomatoes slips from her hand and clangs as it falls into the sink.
I expect her to turn into my embrace but instead she takes one of my hands and guides it under the shirt to her hot, moist center. "There...like this...Oh." She holds my hand there guiding my fingers how and where she likes them.
Mac presses herself into my palm and one of her hands reaches behind her to grab my erection. She strokes me as I tease her, our commingled sounds of pleasure echo within the concrete walls.
My hands come away and I pull my tshirt off of her tossing it across the room. A nice, comfy bed is oh so close but, seeing her like this, that lovely six of hers gives me other ideas. I pull her hand away from my cock and bend her over slightly at the waist.
Mac's hands grip the edges of the cabinet and in one hard push I'm sheathed by her; those silky wet, warm muscles clenching around me as I stretch and fill her. And then she's setting the pace slamming her body onto my own.
It's rough and hot, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining our sounds of pleasure until she's screaming my name again and I hers.
My fingers find her clit, stroking fast so that when she climaxes its explosive and almost violent. It's that uninhibited release that makes her convulse around my cock and soon I also come, spilling hot jets of my seed inside her until I'm spent.
Beyond spent. It takes a Herculean effort to keep me upright. Even still, Mac's moving against me, drawing out the last bits if of pleasure from her climax. "Wow." She says between gasps for breath while her hands continue to grip onto the countertop.
"Yeah, wow." I agree.
Neither of us move for a time and when I open my eyes I find the soft light from the kerosene lamp illuminates her skin making the droplets of sweat shine like diamonds. I lean forward and sweep my tongue over the ones lining her back and then pull out of her.
When she turns her lips find mine and we kiss slow and sweet. "Join me in the shower?" She suggest and as she takes my hand to guide me in that particular direction, I stop to pull her back into me.
"Oh no no no, we're supposed to be roughing it."
Even as I protest, she's pushing at my chest. "We can rough it in the shower, it'll give you a chance to clean up the mess you made." Her hand takes mine and places it between her thighs where I feel the sticky sweetness of her and me.
Why does that turn me on? "Okay, shower. Under one condition?"
"Okay one."
"The next time we make love it's on my bed." I grab Mac by the back of her thighs and raise her up urging to wrap her legs around my waist. We're kissing again as I walk us towards my room.