Page 88 of Mr. Edwards

She moves her body over mine, and our mouths mesh together. “I love you too,” I say, slipping back into her heat. “More than I ever thought possible.” I wish we could stay here, cocooned in our little bubble forever. Grasping her hips, I lift her until only the tip of me remains inside. “You own every piece of me, Carlee. My body, my heart… my goddamn soul.”

We moan in unison as I leisurely drag her back down until I’m buried to the hilt. This time I want to take things slow. Well at least try to. Things don’t always pan out that way when we’re together like this. The wild beast inside me usually takes over and we end up fucking like animals. Filthy, dirty and so damn hot.

Raising her torso, she places her palms flat on my chest. Her perfect, round tits bounce as she starts to ride me like a rodeo bull. I push my head further back into the pillow, groaning loudly as my fingertips dig into the soft skin at her waist, my hips jerking up to meet her thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air.

So much for going slow…

And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. I rest my case.

“Gray,” Carlee weeps, literally weeps, as she frantically grinds her pussy against my pelvic bone chasing her own orgasm. My hands move down to clench her tight ass, spurring her on.

My cock thickens and my balls draw up as I give her everything I have. The loud and desperate cries that echo from the tent will probably scare off any animal in a one-mile radius.

“Sunshine,” I shout as her pussy spasms around my cock milking me of my release. My body is still convulsing from the aftershocks as she collapses onto my chest, totally spent.

I’m just starting to doze off when Carlee nudges me. She’s still sprawled out on top. I guess she doesn’t have the energy to move either.

“What’s that noise?” she whispers.

I grin into the dark. Here we go again. “What noise, babe?”

“Shh, listen.” The tent falls deathly silent, I’m pretty sure we’re even holding our breaths. That’s when I hear the hissing sound. “That… that noise. Can you hear it?” She’s whispering, but I don’t miss the alarm in her voice. “Oh, shit, Grayson… holy fuck, it’s a snake. There’s a snake in our tent.”

She pushes on my chest, leaping to her feet in one swift movement, and I bark out a laugh. She starts hopping, literally hopping from foot to foot; she’s worked herself into such a panic she doesn’t know which way to go. I tuck my hands behind my head, watching on in amusement.

She scoops up the flashlight I left near the entrance, turning it on. “Why the hell are you still lying there?” she screeches, shining it in my face. I move one of my hands from behind my head in an attempt to block out the blinding light. Crouching down, Carlee reaches for the zipper of the tent, readyto make her escape. She’s still butt naked. “Get up before it bites you, you idiot.”

“You sure you want to go out there?” I ask, not moving an inch. “What if the bear’s still outside?”

Gasping, she lets go of the zipper and stumbles back, causing her to land on her ass. Her frightened eyes dart around the inside of the tent. “We’re trapped. Cheese on a cracker, we’re so fucking dead.” This time I lose it, doubling over with laughter. “Grayson, this isn’t funny.”

“Come here,” I say, sitting up and reaching for her. It’s time I put her out of her misery, I’ve had my fun.

“Are you crazy? I’m not going over there.” She tries to tug her hand from my grip.

“There’s no snake, Carlee.”

“What?” Her wide and innocent eyes search my face for the truth… now I feel like a cad for letting it go this far.

“That noise is coming from the air mattress. I guess I fucked you so hard we sprang a leak.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Nope.”

When I first heard the hissing sound, I wasn’t sure what it was, or where it was coming from, but since I was the one underneath, and Carlee was on top, I could feel the loss of pressure as it started to deflate.

Her eyes narrow and her lips flatten into a line when realization finally settles in. Without saying a word, she snatches up my discarded T-shirt from the floor, slipping it over her head.

“Where are you going?” I ask as she reaches for the zipper again.

“Outside… away from you. I’ll take my chances with the bear, asshole.”

“Carlee, wait. Babe, I’m sorry.”

She extends her arm, raising her flattened palmtoward me. “Talk to the hand, mister, because I have nothing more to say to you.”

I bite back my smile as I spring forward and wrap my arms around her waist halting her from leaving. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, burying my face in her hair. She lets out a tiny growl but doesn’t try to fight my hold on her.