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🕑 Added 2025-06-20 17:00:05 +0000 UTCThe forest was quiet, except for the soft rustle of leaves and the low hum of insects in the warm summer air. The kind of night that wraps around you β thick, still, electric.
Inside the tent, it was darker than dark.
Just the light of a single battery lantern casting a golden halo onto the nylon walls, flickering gently.
I sat on the sleeping bag, legs bare, hoodie falling from one shoulder, breath just a little too quick. The fresh air still clung to my skin, cool from outside but warmed by something deeper now β the tension between us thickening with each glance, each almost-touch.
I peeled off the hoodie slowly. Let it fall behind me.
Then my hands slid lower.
I traced soft circles along the edge of my shorts. Slipped just beneath the waistband. I moaned quietly as I tilted my head back, knowing he was watching me from across the tent, eyes locked on the way my hips shifted, the way my breath hitched.
βDonβt stop,β he whispered.
I didnβt.
Not when he crawled closer, not when his hands replaced mine, not when he leaned in and kissed me like I was something to be devoured. He guided me down to the blankets, his mouth never leaving mine, until I felt him between my legs β warm, wanting, ready.
I undressed slowly β one piece at a time. Each movement deliberate, meant for his eyes alone.
Halfway through, I dropped to my elbows and took him into my mouth β slow, teasing, deep. I wanted to taste his need, to feel him lose control just a little. He groaned, hands trembling on my thighs, until I finally pulled back and smiled.
βIβm not done yet.β
By the time the last piece of clothing fell away, I was breathless. Bare. His hands roamed my skin like heβd waited forever to be allowed. And when he finally moved inside me, it felt like the earth itself held still for us.
The tent rocked gently. Our moans rose with the crickets.
We moved through every rhythm β slow, deep, aching; then rougher, needier, until all I could do was hold on and let the waves take me.
And when he came undone β gasping, holding me tight, his release warm against my body β I stayed wrapped around him, glowing in the aftermath.
The night outside never stopped. But for a moment, inside that canvas cocoon, nothing else existed but heat, breath, and the wildness between us.
