Page 41 of Something that Could Last

“You can use the bathroom in the camper to wash up if you want,” Tiff offers. “It's better than trying to brush your teeth with a bottle of water.”

“Yeah, and there's toilet paper,” Luke adds.

“I think we might just take you up on that offer,” I tell them. Jacob and I grab our things and head for the camper, and then take turns using the small restroom and brushing our teeth.

Luke and Tiff are entering the camper when I step out of the bathroom with my travel bag, clad only in my sleep shorts and cami. I cross my arms over my chest, feeling self-conscious in my skimpy top, but I hadn't planned on Luke seeing me in it. Fortunately, he's too busy pawing at Tiff to pay me any attention.

“Good night. Sleep tight,” I say, hugging my best friend.

“Don't let the bed bugs bite,” she replies, giving me a gentle squeeze. This is something my dad always said to us at night when Tiff would sleep over. After he passed away, she continued the tradition. It's one of the many reasons I love her so much.

Jacob exits the camper, and as I follow behind him, I hear Luke asking Tiff, “Are bed bugs a real thing?”

Before the door closes behind me, I catch her response. “No, I think it's some kind of old wives’ tale.” I giggle to myself at her naiveté.

“What's so funny?” Jacob asks with a sexy grin.

“Oh, nothing. Our friends were definitely cut from the same cloth.”

Suddenly, he scoops me up in his arms and I let out a surprised yelp. Cero is instantly at Jacob's feet, whimpering in concern and pawing at his leg. I spend the next few moments reassuring him that I'm fine before he relents and curls back up by the fire. I'm surprised he even moved. He's been overfed and lethargic, sleeping for the past hour or so.

Jacob carries me over to a large log laying close to the fire and places me on my feet. We drop our bags to the ground and he sits, reaching for both my hands. He pulls me on to his lap facing him, and I straddle his thighs.

“I've been waiting all night for this.” His husky voice and minty breath warm my face. He cups the back of my head and pulls me close, my lips brushing against his. I feel his erection grow, pressed against my core as he kisses me. He grabs my hips, pulling me down harder onto his arousal, and I moan my approval against his mouth.

He pulls back briefly and releases my hair from its loose bun, allowing it to cascade around my shoulders. Spearing his hand into the hair at the base of my skull, he pulls me back to him, kissing my lips roughly. His other hand presses into my lower back and my hips involuntarily start to move. He groans and deepens our kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine, tasting me, devouring me.

He suddenly breaks the contact and pulls his shirt off, tossing it haphazardly on the ground. He crashes his lips back down on mine, and I feel his warm skin against the tops of my breasts. The sensation is wonderful and I want to feel even more of him against me. This time, I break the kiss to discard my top just as he did his. His reverent gaze falls over my breasts, and I blush as his eyes rake over my bare flesh. I don't even notice the chill in the air anymore. The heat of his eyes and hard body are enough to keep me warm.

One hand comes up to cup my breast, and his thumb grazes over my nipple. My hips jump once more of their own volition, and he tightens his grip on me. His head dips down as he takes the tight peak into his mouth, sucking gently. I gasp and clench my thighs. He releases my nipple and I slide my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his.

“Fuck, you're perfect,” he growls into my ear before biting down on its lobe. He kisses his way along my jaw and back to my mouth. “I think it's time we take this to the tent.” I couldn't agree more.

“Okay,” is all I can manage to breathe out.

Never releasing his hold on me, he stands back up, grabbing our bags and clothes, and carries me to the tent. Setting me back on my feet, he hurriedly unzips the opening. Once we're inside and the flap is closed back up, he turns on the little battery powered lantern I brought with us. With just a little bit of light, I make my move and practically tackle him to the ground. I sit astride him and resume what we started by the fire. I slide my fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and start to pull them down, but he stops me.

“You first,” he insists with a wicked grin. Before I know it, he's flipped me onto my back and I'm staring up at him from atop our sleeping bags. He moves down my body, kissing his way between my breasts and past my navel. He kisses my lower belly as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, sliding them down. I lift my hips so he can get them past my ample bottom, grinning triumphantly at the surprised, yet pleased look on his face when he sees I'm not wearing any underwear.

“You are so beautiful.” He moves back up my body, scorching me with his slow, sensual kisses. “I want you so bad,” he breathes into my neck. “But I'm not going to take you. Not yet.”

Why not?!I want to ask, but I can't find the words. My head falls back and my eyes close as he slides his fingers down my slick center.

“Because when I take you,” he continues, answering my unasked question, “it's not going to be in a tent with our friends a few feet away.” He slips two fingers inside of me and curls them forward. I moan and arch my back, savoring the feeling of his hardened length digging into my hip. “It's going to be somewhere we can be alone, where you can moan and scream and let go completely.” He strokes his thumb over my sensitive nub as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. My knees begin to shake with my impending release. “I'm going to worship your body and make you feel things you've never felt before. I'm going to make you come until you shatter into a million pieces, until your body is spent and your legs shake when you try to stand.” His words nearly send me over the edge, but he removes his thumb and slows the fingers inside me before I can climax.

The moment his warm body leaves my side, I want to protest and beg him to come back. But before I can say a word, his mouth is on me, his tongue stroking the spot his thumb just abandoned. I gasp at the euphoric sensation. His fingers resume their speed, working in and out of me until I'm ready to explode. Finally, I let go, my release shaking my entire body. I cover my mouth with my hand so nobody hears me cry out.

Jacob works his way back up my body and pulls me in for a kiss. I can still feel his hardness against my belly. I peer down and see him straining painfully against his shorts.

“Lay back,” I whisper in his ear, hoping he won't stop me this time.

He complies and lays on his back with one hand draped over his chest and the other gently stroking my arm. I remain naked, not only for his benefit, but for mine as well. I know he enjoys seeing my body, and it makes me feel sexy and empowered knowing I have this effect on him.

I make quick work of removing his shorts, and then his boxers. When he springs free, my mouth begins to water. I've never wanted to do this so badly before. No man has ever made me feel the way Jacob does. Maybe that's why I'm so eager to please him. He gives before he ever takes. He doesn't expect me to return the favor. He has pleasured me multiple times today, but never once asked for anything in return, and I want to give him everything because of it.

I kiss him passionately one last time before sliding my body down his. Taking him in my hand, I stroke him a few times before sliding my lips over his swollen tip. He groans and begins to breathe faster. I keep my hand wrapped firmly around him, stroking him at the base as I swirl my tongue around his throbbing head. Finally, I sink down onto him, taking him to the back of my throat. I pull back and pump my fist around his hardened length as I glide my mouth up and down. His hands fist into the material of the sleeping bag beneath him.

I can't believe how good he tastes and how turned on I am just from doing this to him. Part of me wants to climb on top of him and sink down onto his arousal. That would guarantee pleasure for both of us, but right now, this is about him. And I don't think he'd let things go that far yet anyway. I think he knows I'm not typically that kind of girl, but for him, I could be. I want to be.

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