She lay between my legs with her Hitachi in one hand as I played with her breasts and whispered in her ear.
We all know sex can look like a million different things (as can love), but it can still be easy to forget. It can be especially easy to forget when one of us is tired and distracted, and the other is tipsy and horny. And when life gets in the way of those easy slides into hot sex, it helps to expand on what counts.
I could smell her hair. And I could feel the weight of her body against me as she nestled between my legs, her naked body warm and soft. My brain slowed, my breathing quickened, and I wondered why sometimes it was so hard when this moment felt like the easiest thing in the world.
A couch, a glass of wine, a light blanket, and two warm bodies can sing a thousand different songs, some familiar and some achingly new. In this case, it began with nothing but physical sensation. A kiss, a shy smile, and a suggestion led to the position of our bodies, but other than that, our intentions were slow and needless.
And what joy is that! How beautiful to touch and smell without the need for rapid movement or even approaching goals.
But bodies being what they are, and our minds being the gutter-level masses of beautiful filth and love, movement found a way. Desperation found a way in, and desire mixed with lust and need to lead us down a path that appeared as if from a mirage.
“You look so pretty,” I whispered as she wiggled against me, the soft buzzing of the toy between her legs echoing the music from the speakers. “This is just how I want to see you.”
“See me what?” she moaned as she kissed me and clenched her legs tighter around the vibrating head of the powerful massager.
“See you get fucked, of course, sweet girl.”
She moaned, and I pinched her nipples as a hundred stories formed in my head. We could go in so many directions that none felt more or less real than any other. The only thing that mattered was the decision. The only thing that mattered was diving head-first into the creepiest, most satisfying transgression that came to mind.
“I’ll hold you just like as they take turns,” I whispered again, letting her wonder who, why, and where, and if any of it mattered. With each sigh and bit of her tongue, I kept going as the vibrations grew stronger.
“I’m gonna come soon, don’t stop.”
Soon is a relative word in instances like this, but while it’s not an intentional test, it is often a fun challenge.
“You want to be our favorite, don’t you?” I moaned. “You want all the camp counselors to like you the best, isn’t that right?”
“Oh fuck,” was more than enough of an answer as an entire world burst into existence. It was one we had only visited once before, and then it was brief and slightly curious. This time it was frantic and gloriously wrong.
“I’m going to hold you like this in my bunk as they all come take a turn. I’ll kiss you, pinch you, and hold you while they fuck you and suck you, and come in you again and again until we send you back to your cabin and all the other girls. You’ll do that for us, won’t you?”
“Yes!” she cried. “I’ll do anything. I want to be your favorite.”
Her breath grew faster as my cock grew harder, pressing against her back as I slid my hands over her breasts and kissed her neck. The fantasy was a vague vision that teetered on the edge of proximity, but it didn’t matter.
“You’ll let them fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll let them eat you?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll let them come in you like a good little camper?”
“Fuck!”
I kissed her as she upped the volume one last time and began to shake and tremble between my legs. The Hitachi buzzed, my hands gripped, and she looked up at me with eyes equally full of lust and gratitude. And as she came, I pressed against her, picturing her willing body surrounded by needy hands, mouths, and cocks.
I must have said the same thing a hundred times because the truth is, by then, it didn’t matter. The words, the toy, and my hands had done more than enough for her to let go a dozen times as we lay on our couch in the safety of our adult bodies so far away from our fictional dreams.
She turned and kissed me as I pushed my shorts down and took myself in my fist.
“Do you see what you do to me? Do you see how hard I get watching you be such a pretty little slut?”
There was nothing to say before she took me in her mouth, and I grabbed her hair and didn’t last more than thirty seconds. I moaned my coming release, and she grew louder and more eager until she swallowed every drop, licked me clean, and kissed me with her sticky lips and enduring love.
Sighs gave way to laughter and tight grips to soft caresses as we lay back, feeling our hearts beat to the same rhythm.
“I love you so fucking much,” she said as I wrapped my arms around her.
“You’re my favorite little creep,” I said right back.
And at that moment, our bodies tired and intertwined after an unexpected burst of marital bliss, I knew everything would be alright. I knew we’d keep packing and moving, and I knew the dog would feel better in the morning.
As I held her and kissed her, our future opened up with a burst of bright sun, and while there would always be hiccups along the road, we’d be there together, hand in most-lovable hand.