When night time finally rolled around and everyone got up to go to their tent, it took everything I had not to march over to her and pull her away from Johnny and into my tent. She belonged with me. Not in the tent of one of my best friends.
Instead of swallowing my pride, I ripped the zipper up on my tent and stormed inside. I took my anger out on my boots as I ripped them from my feet. For a moment, I thought I heard Erica giggle, but I couldn't be sure.
I laid in my tent and tossed and turned. My mind was flooded with thoughts of her and the fact that she wasn't in my damn tent. When I closed my eyes, I could picture everything about her so easily. Her bright blue eyes and large blonde curls were so warped into my memories, and they had been the star in too many of my fantasies as I laid in bed at night.
I needed to get laid. My dick was going to go on strike if I didn't let it hang out with someone other than my hand soon. It longed for Erica as much as I did. We really were a sad pair.
My hand rubbed over my hard dick to help alleviate the ache that hadn't went away since I was balls deep in my favorite blonde. I looked around the tent as I slid my hand into my boxers. Erica was so damn close to me yet so far away. I needed a release to take the edge off. I still had to spend the whole day with her tomorrow.
Closing my eyes, I imagined it was her wrapped around me instead of my callused hand. Where my skin was rough, she was soft, smooth, and perfect. I slid my thumb over the moisture on the tip as I envisioned my hand wrapped up in her curls and her blue eyes staring up at me.
My hand moved roughly against myself as I came closer and closer to letting go. My breaths were ragged and harsh, and they matched the rhythm of my strokes.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and thought about all the things I had been dreaming about doing to Erica's body. I was right on the edge when I was jolted out of my fantasies by the sound of the zipper on the front of my tent being opened.
My eyes darted to the small opening that was being slowly created. It was too damn dark to see anything, but my heart and my dick both prayed that it was Erica coming through that door.
I saw her wild hair before anything else. She poked her head through the door and looked straight at me. I didn't open my mouth to say anything, but I didn't dare look away from her either.
She looked back out of the tent, at what I wasn't sure, before she seemed to make a decision to an argument in her own head and moved the rest of the way into the tent.
She pulled the zipper back down quietly before she turned back toward me. She sat on her knees and looked at me as if she was asking permission, but I don't think she was asking me. She seemed to be battling herself.
I opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing, but before I got a chance, she was crawling toward me with determination in her eyes. It both worried and thrilled me.
My dick was ecstatic. He had no worries in the world when it came to her. Me on the other hand, I knew what she was capable of. I knew what she could do to me. I was well aware of the damage she could cause to me.
I didn't have time to think about that right then. All I could focus on was the fact that my fantasy was crawling toward me wearing the tiniest black tank top and shorts I had ever seen.
She only stopped when she was right on me. I sat up on my elbows to look at her. I didn't know what her intentions were, but I knew if she left this tent without touching me, I would probably die.
I lifted my hand and ran my rough thumb against her pink bottom lip before I ran it down her soft neck. That was all she needed. She moaned when my hand reached the base of her neck and closed her eyes. When they opened again, fire was burning in her gaze.
She leaned her body into me and her lips were only a whisper away from mine.
I looked up into her eyes to make sure this was what she wanted. I didn't want to hurt her any more than I already had.
There was no hesitation in her eyes. Not one trace. All I could see was lust, trust I didn't deserve, and something else that I wasn't willing to even hope for. I didn't need to hear her say it, but when she whispered, "I need you," nothing could have stopped me.
I leaned in the small fraction that was separating us and pressed my lips against hers. I could feel the kiss through every inch of me. I had wanted to touch her again for so long, and holding her while we slept last night didn't do anything but increase my thirst.
My hand wrapped in her hair as it did in my fantasy, and I pulled her closer to me as I dropped down on my back. Erica quickly straddled my hips, and I groaned when her heat settled against me.
What started as a soft kiss, quickly changed, and Erica ground herself against me as we kissed each other like we were trying to breathe.
I easily transferred Erica off of me and to my side. If she ran her sweet pussy against me one more time, I was going to come before we even got started.
She looked confused by me moving her off of me, and I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes, but she didn't need to worry about that. There was nothing in this world other than her telling me she didn't want me that could have stopped me. She thought that she was in control, but I was about to remind her how this worked.
I pulled her back against my chest and her ass fit perfectly against my cock. It was both heaven and torture.
She moved her ass against me as I slid her curls around the back of her neck and planted soft kisses against her neck. I ran my mouth from the edge of her shoulder to the spot just behind her ear that caused her to tremor. Her skin was pebbled below my tongue as I tasted her.
My hand cupped her breast through her tank top, and she thrust her chest further into my touch. Begging for more. I drug my hand slowly down her flat stomach as my tongue matched its trail on her neck.
I toyed with the edge of her shorts before I put us both out of our misery and dipped my hand into her panties. As soon as my hand felt the moisture, both of us groaned in unison.
I couldn't stand the slow and steady anymore. I needed to feel her, to smell her, to taste her. I sucked hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder as I pushed my fingers against her wet pussy.
The scream she let out should have woke up everyone else in their tents, and I quickly covered her mouth with my free hand. I was completely wrapped around her, and it was easily my favorite place to be.
She pressed her head back against my shoulder as I thrust my finger inside of her, and her teeth sank into my finger that was covering her mouth.
I picked up the rhythm of my palm against her clit as my finger curled inside of her to a place I knew would set her off. Her ass matched the rhythm of my hand as she moved it against my cock that was begging for her attention.
She moved her hand behind her and rubbed it down the front of my boxers. I bit down on her shoulder to stop myself from groaning loudly.
Her soft hand slipped below my waistband, and she fisted me in her small hand as she continued to grind her ass against me.
She matched the speed of my hand against her, but her grip faltered when I entered a second finger inside of her. It was only moments before she was falling apart in my hands.
I moved to my back and she quickly moved between my knees. I knew what she was planning on doing, but it wasn't what I wanted. Well, not exactly. I pulled her up by her shoulders, and she looked at me, confused once again.
I helped her out of her shorts and panties before I easily maneuvered her small body until she was exactly where I wanted her. Her ass was perfectly positioned in front of my face as she was on her hands and knees over me. I could feel her breath on my lower stomach.
Her pussy was wet with arousal I had just caused with my hand, and I couldn't wait to taste her again.
I pressed a soft kiss to the edge of her thigh. I was so close to where she wanted me but not close enough. She wiggled as my rough beard scratched against her skin.
I ran my tongue through her flesh, and she moaned loudly before her small hands began pulling at my boxers. I lifted my hips to help her pull them down, but I didn't stop my assault against her. I continued to dive into her like I was starved.
Her tongue tentatively touched the tip of my cock as I sucked her clit between my lips. Her mouth opened on a moan, and I thrust my hips up and into her mouth. That was all the encouragement she needed.
She worked me in her mouth as I devoured her with mine. We were rushed, rough, and engrossed. I think both of us were dying to get a piece of each other, but scared that we would lose it as soon as the moment ended. That fear was on my mind any time I was around her. Every smile she gave me I held on to like it was my lifeline. Every laugh. Every stare.