Page 67 of Jump Start

“I just wanted to celebrate you a bit. I am so proud of you, and I love getting to see you every day at work, honey.” His voice was softer than usual and the look in his eyes almost made me tear up.

I grabbed his hand and moved closer to kiss him more firmly this time.

“This is so lovely, thank you. I love you and I love seeing you at work every day too.” I snuggled into his side as we watchedthe fire pit glow in front of us, red wine warming our insides.

“You can’t tell anyone at work about this,” Thomas murmured with a giggle.

“Why the hell not?” I asked, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes.

“I have a reputation to uphold,” he spoke a little louder now and his eyes had turned mischievous.

“What, that you’re a macho asshole?”

Without a word, he placed my wine glass on the ground and pushed me flat on my back, hovering above me.

“Say that again.” His breath lingered on my neck as he spoke.

“You’re an asshole, to everyone but me. Well, sometimes me.” My words were silenced by his kiss, both of us smiling against each other’s mouths.

“Get in the swag,” he commanded with a wink.

“We’re not sleeping out here, are we?” I asked. I wasn’t a princess when it came to camping, but if we were going to camp, I wanted to go somewhere further out.

“Just be quiet, please,” he whispered, all bossy.

I crawled into the swag, surprised by how spacious it was inside.

Thomas rolled in and positioned himself above me while zipping up the netting screen.

He lifted my arms above my head and kissed me.

The small confines of the swag and the scent of red wine on his breath sent me into overdrive.

Kissing further down my body, he softly removed my leggings and panties together and spoke against my inner thigh. “Am I still an asshole if I do this?” he asked as he placed his lips lightly on the apex of my thighs, causing a breathy response from me.

“Yes,” was all I could get out.

As he focused more on the task at hand, he placed his capable hands on my backside, pulling me closer to his mouth.

“Mmm, Harper,” I thought I heard him mutter.

As he picked up his pace, I found my legs spreading, welcoming him further. I opened my eyes and stared up at the night sky through the swag, while my boyfriend was torturing me in the most delicious way.

“Ahhh, fuck me, Thomas. Now. I’m close,” I choked out, my voice struggling against my rapid breathing.

I pushed him away and helped him take his pants off. As he kissed me, he slid his fingers against my folds, marvelling at how wet and ready I was for him. He slammed into me, repeatedly, letting out his satisfaction with unintelligible words. The combination of his mouth on me and then being filled by him had me coming with a shout.

“Ha-rrr-per,” he dragged out my name before he pulled out and finished on my chest as I shivered, coming down from my orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, satisfied and trying to catch our breaths as we looked up at the stars.

“You’re a smooth operator, aren’t you?” I teased, kissing his cheek.

“You’re just too good to be true, aren’t you?” he whispered as he pulled me close, his breathing beginning to return to normal.

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While our rather dirty first camping experience together hadbeen successful, I hadn’t slept well in the swag and was feeling exhausted.

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