The first sensation was a thick, insistent pressure against the small of her back, a solid heat that pulsed even through the layers of their shared sleeping bag. Jamie surfaced from sleep slowly, the deep, even rhythm of Matt’s breathing a warm breeze against her neck. A sliver of dawn’s pale, gold-orange light peeked through the tent’s mesh window. She smiled into the darkness, a slow, languid curl of her lips. He was still asleep, but a part of him was wide awake.
She wiggled her hips, a deliberate, grinding motion against the rigid length of his cock.
A low, sleepy groan vibrated against her shoulder blade. His arm, slung over her waist, tightened its possessive hold. “Mmm. Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep before he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin behind her ear.
She shivered, arching into him. “Morning.”
“You hungry for breakfast, babe?” he asked, his words still slurred.
“Starving,” she purred, rotating in his arms to face him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his face softened by sleep. “But I don’t want to cook.”
He chuckled, a low, warm sound. “Me either.”
Her hand slid between them, her fingers tracing the defined ridges of his abdomen before her palm wrapped around his cock. It was a marvel of anatomy, thick and veined and burning hot in her cool grasp. She felt him jump in her hand, a full-body jolt of anticipation. “How about this,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. “Whoever makes the other one cum first… has to make breakfast.”
His eyes finally flew open, a spark of playful competition igniting in their blue depths. “You and your dares,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m in. Prepare to lose.”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Jamie was moving. She twisted down, her hair fanning across his thighs, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He tasted of sleep and salt and pure, undiluted Matt.
“Hey!” he laughed, his hips lifting off the sleeping pad. “We didn’t say go yet!” His own hands went to her hips, trying to tug her upward, to bury his face between her legs, but she was determined.
She hollowed her cheeks, applying a firm, steady suction as her tongue swirled around the flared crown. One hand worked his shaft in a twisting, milking motion, while the other cupped his balls, her fingers gently massaging the taut sac and then probing the incredibly sensitive spot of skin just behind them.
His protest died in a strangled gasp. His body went rigid. “Jamie… fuck… that’s…”
She increased the pressure, her head bobbing with a ruthless, perfect rhythm. She knew his body, knew the exact cadence that drove him wild. She felt the tension coiling in his thighs, heard the ragged, desperate pull of air into his lungs.
It was less than a minute. A guttural, broken sound tore from his throat, a primal announcement of his undoing. His cock swelled against her tongue, and then the first hot, bitter-salt burst flooded her mouth. It was just the beginning. The eruption was immense, a seemingly endless torrent that filled her cheeks and threatened to spill over. She swallowed desperately, the thick, viscous fluid coating her throat, but there was just too much. It kept coming, pulse after pulse of searing release, a geyser of white that overflowed her lips and dripped down her chin onto his trembling stomach.
When the last shuddering spasm subsided, she pulled back, gasping for air. A final, thick glob of his spend landed on his damp skin with a soft, wet sound. She looked up at him, his eyes wide with dazed shock, and grinned triumphantly.
“I. Won.” she declared, her voice hoarse.
He just stared, chest heaving. A slow, awestruck smile spread across his face. “Holy shit. That was… it was worth it.”
He started to sit up, to swing his legs out of the sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“You won. I lost. I go make breakfast,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
She pushed him back down with a firm hand on his chest. “You didn’t finish,” she stated, her voice leaving no room for argument. A new, wicked glint shone in her eyes. “The game is over. This is my prize.”
In one fluid motion, she swung a leg over him, straddling his chest. She lowered herself, her knees framing his head, and guided his mouth to her. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened with her own readiness, a perfect, bare canvas of soft, pink skin. The delicate lips of her sex were already parted, swollen and achingly inviting, the absence of hair only emphasizing the intimate details of her arousal.
Matt’s breath hitched as he took in the sight, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs. "Fuck, Jamie," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You’re so damn beautiful."
She grinned down at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You’re not done yet," she teased, her tone low and playful. And with that, she pressed herself closer, leaving no doubt about what she wanted—or where she wanted his mouth.
He needed no further instruction. His hands came up to grip her thighs, his thumbs spreading her wider as his tongue delved into her. It was a flat, wide stroke from her entrance all the way up to her clit, and Jamie’s head fell back on a long, low moan.
She began to move, rolling her hips, fucking his face with a slow, then frantic rhythm. His tongue was a virtuoso, licking, sucking, plunging deep. He found the tight, hidden knot of her clit and focused all his attention there, a relentless, circling pressure that made her cries pitch higher and higher. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him exactly where she needed him.
The pleasure built, a white-hot coil tightening deep in her belly. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. Her thighs began to tremble violently around his head. “Yes… right there… don’t stop… don’t you dare stop!” she begged, her voice cracking.
The climax hit her like a seismic shock. Her body convulsed, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as a hot gush of her release soaked his chin and neck. She ground herself against his mouth, riding out the intense, pulsing waves until she was utterly spent, collapsing forward onto his chest, her body slick with sweat. For several heartbeats, all she could do was cling to him, her lungs heaving as the world spun around her in a dizzying whirl of sensation. Her thighs trembled violently, her muscles quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure that continued to ripple through her like waves crashing against the shore.
Matt’s hands were gentle but firm on her hips, holding her steady as she rode out the storm. His breath was warm against her skin, his own chest rising and falling rapidly as he worked to catch his breath. She could feel the wetness of her own release soaking into his skin, mingling with the sweat that clung to both of them, but she didn’t care. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of them, the raw, unfiltered connection that bound them together.
When the last tremors finally subsided, Jamie sagged against him, her body boneless and utterly spent. She buried her face against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—sweat, and salt, and something uniquely Matt. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his skin, her touch soft and almost reverent. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and thick with emotion.
Matt chuckled, the sound low and warm against her ear. His hands slid up her back, cradling her close as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his words dripping with admiration. He shifted slightly beneath her, his hands moving to cup her face as he tilted her head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire but softened with a tenderness that made her heart ache.
She smiled lazily up at him, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction. “I love you,” she said softly, her voice trembling. The words felt inadequate somehow, too small to contain the depth of what she felt for him.
“I love you too,” he replied, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and sweet and filled with promise. And in that moment, as their breaths mingled and their hearts beat in sync, Jamie knew that no matter where life took them, they would always find their way back to each other.
She lay there for a moment, listening to the frantic beat of his heart against her ear. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she pushed herself up. She looked down at him, his face glistening with her, a picture of blissful defeat.
She leaned down, placing a soft, slow kiss on his swollen lips, letting him taste the mingled essence of them both.
“Now,” Jamie whispered, her voice husky and dripping with smug satisfaction. She leaned back, letting her fingers trail lazily down Matt’s chest as he lay beneath her, still trying to catch his breath. “Go make breakfast.”
Matt groaned, a mix of exhaustion and amusement in the sound, but he didn’t argue. He slipped out of the sleeping bag, pulling on his shorts and a t-shirt before padding barefoot toward the tent flap. Jamie watched him go with a faint smirk, then turned her attention to the mess they’d made. The sleeping bag was damp, a testament to their morning antics, and she scooped it up, carrying it outside to air out in the warm morning sun.
As she worked, Matt returned to the tent briefly, poking his head in with a grin. “Hey, just noticed—the other campers must’ve left super early. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves again.”
Jamie chuckled, shaking her head. “Lucky us. I bet those guys would’ve lost it if they’d seen us this morning.”
By the time breakfast was ready, they were both grinning like conspirators, the memory of their little competition still fresh in their minds. They ate on a flat rock near their campsite, the sun warming their skin as they laughed and reminisced about the previous day’s hike. The conversation shifted to the day ahead, and Matt pulled out the map, tracing today’s route with his finger.
“Only six miles today,” he said, his tone casual but with a hint of excitement. “And around lunchtime, there’s a neat spot off the trail. I heard there’s something cool to see there.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What kind of ‘cool’ are we talking about?”
Matt smirked, folding the map back up. “You’ll see.”
With their gear packed and the campsite tidied, they set off on the trail, the crisp morning air filling their lungs. The hike was steady but manageable, the terrain a mix of rocky inclines and shaded forest paths. By the time they reached the lunch hour, Jamie was grateful for the break. Matt led her off the main trail, following a narrow, slightly hidden path that wound its way deeper into the trees.
What they found made Jamie stop in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. A small, crystal-clear swimming hole nestled in the heart of the forest, its surface glimmering under the dappled sunlight. At the far end, a waterfall cascaded down a rocky outcrop, the sound of rushing water filling the air with a soothing rhythm.
“Wow,” Jamie breathed, her eyes wide with awe. “This is incredible. How did you even know this was here?”
Matt grinned, clearly pleased with her reaction. “Told you it was cool.” He set their packs down on a flat rock by the water’s edge. “Lunch first, though. Then maybe we can take a dip.”
Jamie nodded, her gaze lingering on the waterfall. The beauty of the spot was almost overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This, she thought, is going to be a day to remember.
They quickly devoured their lunch snacks, the excitement building as they exchanged playful glances. Jamie dipped her hand into the water, feeling its warmth and refreshment. Without hesitation, they stripped off their clothes and jumped in, the cool water enveloping them as they laughed and splashed each other.
It wasn’t long before they were wrapped around each other, their kisses passionate and hungry. Matt’s hands slid down to cup her butt, while Jamie’s fingers tangled in his hair. They moved under the waterfall, the sound of the rushing water creating a private sanctuary.
Jamie guided Matt to a ledge on the wall, telling him to sit with his legs dangling in the water. She stayed in the water, her beautiful tits resting on his thighs as she took his cock into her mouth with unrelenting enthusiasm. She swallowed him deep and often, her tongue tracing from the base of his balls up to the tip, locking eyes with him in a way that drove him wild.
Matt loved every moment, but he wanted more. He helped her onto the ledge, where she straddled him and leaned over the edge, impaling herself on his thick cock. She moaned with pleasure, the sound drowned out by the waterfall. Matt held her close, ensuring she didn’t fall as she bounced up and down on him.
When Jamie reached behind her and yanked his balls, Matt couldn’t hold back any longer. He filled her pussy with cum, their bodies collapsing into the water still joined. Jamie’s legs wrapped around him, and she continued grinding, growling in his ear, “I need more, fill me up.”
To Matt’s surprise, he felt himself getting hard again inside her. Jamie could feel it too, and it sent her over the edge once more. Matt flipped her around, pulling out briefly before burying his cock in her from behind. He pinned her hands behind her back as they drifted back under the waterfall, slamming into her with relentless intensity.
Jamie came three times in rapid succession, each orgasm crashing over her like a wave, each one more intense than the last. Her body convulsed, her nails digging into Matt’s forearms as she clung to him, her cries muffled by the roar of the waterfall. She could feel him buried deep inside her, his thick cock pulsing with the same rhythm as her clenching walls. “Oh god, Matt,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
With one final thrust, Matt roared, his release surging into her with raw, primal force. She felt the heat of him flooding her, his cum filling her so completely that it seemed to seep into every part of her being. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her body still quaking with aftershocks as she pressed her forehead against his chest, breathing hard. The sound of their mingled moans was swallowed by the cascading water around them, a private symphony of pleasure and completion.
They floated there for what felt like an eternity, their bodies tangled together, the cool water lapping at their skin. Jamie’s heart pounded in sync with his, the warmth of his spend still radiating inside her. She tilted her head back, letting the water from the waterfall pour over her face, washing away the sweat and exertion. “That was… unbelievable,” she murmured, her voice soft but brimming with awe.
Matt chuckled, his arms tightening around her as he kissed the top of her head. “You’re unbelievable,” he replied, his tone husky and tender. He trailed his fingers down her spine, lingering on the curve of her lower back. “I think we just made this spot our own.”
Jamie smiled lazily, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction. She reached up to brush a strand of wet hair from his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek. “Maybe we should stay here forever,” she teased, her voice laced with playful mischief. “Just us and this waterfall.”
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm against her ear as his fingers drifted down her stomach. “As tempting as it is to stay here forever, we’ve got a trail to finish,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. But even as he spoke, his hand didn’t stop—his fingertips found her clit, circling it with a soft, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers racing up her spine.
Jamie sighed, her body still humming from their earlier intensity, and leaned into his touch. The water lapped gently around them, the sun filtering through the trees to cast shimmering patterns on the surface of the pool. She could feel every stroke of his fingers, every gentle press that made her toes curl in the water. “Matt…” she breathed, her voice trembling.
His lips trailed up her neck to her jaw, planting soft, lingering kisses along the way. His hand never paused, the pressure steady and maddening as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. Just when she felt herself teetering on the brink, he turned her head towards him, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Jamie moaned into his mouth as the pleasure crested, a wave of heat crashing over her in relentless pulses. Her body arched against his, her legs tightening around his hips as she came undone, her release rippling through her like a current.
When the tremors finally subsided, Jamie sagged against him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Matt held her close, his hand still resting between her thighs, his thumb tracing lazy circles as if unwilling to let go just yet. “We should probably get back to our stuff,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with affection and amusement.
Jamie laughed weakly, her fingers tangling in his damp hair. “You’re such a tease,” she said, her voice still shaky. But she didn’t move except to press one more kiss to his lips, lingering there as if anchoring herself to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replied, his words soft but firm. Finally, he helped her steady herself in the water, and they waded back to the shore together, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waterfall behind them.
