"Still playing statue?" she murmured, rolling her hips. I could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of my pants, and it stirred something dangerous in me. "You can pretend all you want, Dante, but I can feel how hard you are."
Her hand reached down and slipped past the waistband, fingers curling around my shaft. She gave it a slow stroke, watching my jaw clench.
"Mmm," she purred, "I was right. You're perfect."
She pulled back and stood, her hands going to her waist. With one fluid motion, she undid the clasp and let her skirt fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.
My breath caught.
She was slender, yet athletic—a dancer's frame with soft curves that commanded attention. Her breasts, full and firm, swayed slightly as she moved back toward me, her hips sashaying like a temptress. Between her thighs, her folds were already glistening in the low moonlight, parted just enough to show how ready she was.
She knelt before me and pulled down my pants, freeing my shaft. It throbbed in the open air, twitching slightly in her grip.
She looked up at me, eyes gleaming. "Watch closely, tyrant. This is the price for keeping secrets."
Without waiting, she lowered her mouth.
Heat enveloped me.
Her tongue teased along the underside first, soft and deliberate, tracing the vein before she took me fully between her lips. Her mouth was hot, wet, maddening. She bobbed slowly, building a rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
I grunted, gripping her hair.
"Lana—"
She pulled back with a wet pop. "Not yet. I'm not done taking what I'm owed."
She pushed me back onto the bedroll, climbing atop me once again. Her breasts swayed above my chest as she adjusted herself, guiding my shaft to her soaked entrance.
She looked down, lips parted, eyes burning with a feral hunger. Then, slowly, she lowered herself.
We both gasped.
Her walls hugged me tight, squeezing inch by inch as she sank down. The heat of her core surrounded me, a velvet furnace that pulled me deeper with each breath.
She bottomed out and shivered, her hands braced against my chest.
"You fill me so… completely," she moaned, her voice husky.
She began to move. Slow, grinding circles with her hips, her breasts bouncing softly with each motion. I reached up, cupping them, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
She shivered.
"Touch me," she demanded. "All of me."
I obliged. One hand gripped her ass, firm and round beneath my palm. The other toyed with her breast, fingers tugging her nipple just enough to make her gasp.
Her pace increased. She rolled her hips faster, her thighs slapping softly against mine. Wet sounds filled the tent as our bodies collided again and again.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my face.
"Suck them," she whispered.
My mouth closed around one nipple, tongue flicking it, then biting gently. She cried out, hips bucking wildly.
"Yes! Just like that…"
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails dragging along my skin. Her breath grew ragged, moans spilling freely as she rode me.
"I want to feel every drop," she whispered, her voice almost reverent. "Don't you dare pull out."
She kept moving—faster now. Her walls clamped down rhythmically, her core spasming in anticipation. I groaned, grabbing her hips, thrusting up into her to meet her pace.
"Lana," I rasped. "I'm close."
"Then give it to me," she moaned. "Let it all out inside me."
Her voice was the final push.
With a guttural cry, I gripped her waist and drove up hard, burying myself deep inside her as I came. Pleasure tore through me in waves, white-hot and unforgiving. I pulsed again and again, my release flooding her, coating her insides with warmth.
She arched above me, shivering with a pleased groan, her body still trembling from the force of it.
I collapsed back, panting.
But Lana didn't move.
Her hands rested on my chest, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me in place as my shaft twitched inside her.
She leaned down, whispering against my ear, "That was just the beginning."
Her hips gave a slow, deliberate grind.
She was still hard around me.
Still wet.
Still hungry.
And I realized with a slow chill that she had no intention of stopping.
Not yet.
Not tonight.
She began to move again, her hips rising and falling with a deliberate slowness that drove me mad. Each time she lowered herself, she took me deeper, her walls squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that threatened to undo me.
"Lana," I breathed, my hands gripping her thighs, feeling the smooth, supple skin beneath my fingers.
"Shh," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Let me take care of you."
Her movements became more intense, her hips grinding against mine with a friction that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. Her breasts bounced with each motion, and I reached up to capture one in my hand, squeezing gently, my thumb circling her nipple.
She moaned, her head falling back, her dark hair cascading down her back. The sight of her, so wild and untamed, sent a surge of desire through me.
"Faster," I rasped, my hips lifting to meet her thrusts. "I need more."
She complied, her pace quickening, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The tent filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wet, obscene noises of our coupling driving me to the edge.
I could feel the pressure building in my core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. Lana's movements became erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her own release.
"Dante," she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I'm close. So close."
Her walls clenched around me, her body trembling as she neared the edge. I could feel the pulse of her orgasm, the way her core spasmed and contracted, milking me for everything I was worth.
With a final, guttural cry, I let go, my release exploding from me in hot, pulsating waves. I gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as I emptied myself inside her, filling her completely.
Lana collapsed on top of me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both rode out the aftershocks of our pleasure.
For a long moment, we lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. The world outside the tent faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the aftermath of our passion.
Slowly, Lana lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.
"That was incredible," she whispered, her voice husky with spent desire.
I nodded, a contented sigh escaping my lips. "You were incredible."
She chuckled softly, her body shifting against mine, sending a new wave of sensation through me. "We're not done yet, tyrant. Not by a long shot."
And with that, she began to move again, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that promised a night of endless pleasure.