She looked up at him and watched his face as she slowly pulled at the waistband of his sweats and dragged them down his hips, allowing his shaft to bounce free. She tucked the waistband beneath his sac, unable to hold back the sounds of desire she made as his cock and balls were presented to her.
He was hard. He was beautiful. And he was at least ten inches long. His girth was going to stretch her to capacity if he ever plunged into her. She could feel the cream dripping from her at the thought of him filling her. She wanted to feel his shaft deep inside of her. She wanted him to fill her with his warm seed.
Leaning forward, she licked at the tip of his cock, gathering the drop of fluid there. His flavor burst over her taste buds, making her hum with appreciation at the salty flavor of him. Opening her mouth, she sucked on the spongy cap, running her tongue below the flared head to stimulate the bundle of nerves beneath it. Sam’s soft groan made her smile.
She had never really liked oral sex before. But this was different. This was Sam. She could feel his caring, and she knew that she loved him. That made all the difference in the world. It made it sexy. It made it wonderful. And it made it right.
Gripping Sam’s hips, she pressed forward, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she fought through the gag reflex, swallowed, and took him deep into her throat.
“Rachel,” he groaned as he gripped her hair and held her securely, never pressing her to do more than she was comfortable doing.
Pulling back, she released his shaft with a wet slurp then kissed the tip of his cock. Before he could say a word, she repeated the process over and over again, loving the sounds of pleasure that escaped him.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned her, attempting to remove himself from her decadent mouth.
When she gripped his hips tighter and looked up at him, he nearly came from the sexy look of her sweet mouth wrapped around his cock. He saw the way her eyes pleaded with him and knew what she wanted.
“You want to swallow my cum, baby?” he asked her.
Her eyes softened as she looked up at him.
“You’re sure?” he whispered.
She pulled against his hips and encouraged him to continue pumping until he found his release. He did as she bid him to do.
Pulling out, he looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. The way his cock glistened with her saliva made him crazy. The tight heat of her mouth and the way she caressed him with her tongue pushed him toward orgasm. It wasn’t long before he pressed deep and roared as his balls pulled up tight against his body and he came.
Rachel swallowed every bit of seed that he had to offer. When his shaft stopped pulsing, she pulled back and gently laved the length of his sensitive cock, kissing it carefully.
Before she could do anything more, she found herself being pulled up into his arms and kissed fiercely. It was incredibly sexy that he wanted to kiss her and taste his flavor himself.
He pressed her down onto the bed and continued to kiss her as his hand once again found its way to her core and his fingers pressed deep inside of her. He groaned as he felt the wetness that was dripping from her. Pressing in deep, he pushed against her clit with the heel of his hand as he searched for and found her G-spot once again. Before Rachel could speak or even make a sound, she was shooting off again as he gifted her with another orgasm. She covered his hand with hers to stop his movement.
“Too sensitive,” she whispered, leaning into his neck and kissing him tenderly.
“Baby,” he whispered, unable to put into words exactly what this meant to him.
He pulled the covers over the both of them. The crisp Colorado night was making them both shiver as their bodies cooled. After a few moments, Sam helped Rachel dress. As much as he wanted to lie with her naked in his arms for the rest of the night, he didn’t want her to relapse. He already felt bad enough that she was too tired to do what he had just done with her.
Getting dressed quickly, he looked at her and saw that she was watching him silently. She probably didn’t know what to say or do. To be honest, neither did he.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked her quietly after a few minutes.
“Good,” she whispered.
He nodded, worried that she already regretted what they had done. He shouldn’t have initiated it. She had been too sick to be so taxed.
“I’ll take you back to your tent in a minute,” he told her quietly.
“Okay,” Rachel said, her heart breaking. She was determined to keep strong. She was the one who loved him. He wasn’t the one who loved her.
Slowly climbing down from the bed, she sat a moment on the bench seat at the table. She shut down her laptop, packed up her things, and looked at him warily.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong considering she was so upset.
“Are you okay?” he asked, unsure what she was thinking.
“I’m good,” she said without hesitation, doing her best to keep her voice calm. “I’d better get back to my site. I’m pretty tired.”
Sam’s heart hurt at her words, but he had no one to blame but himself. He should have never said he would bring her back to her tent. He just thought she wanted to go back to it. For such a smart guy, he was a complete idiot when it came to Rachel.
A door slamming brought both of their thoughts back to reality. Rachel looked at Sam in confusion. He could only shrug in answer. They heard footsteps and then three quick knocks on the camper door.
“Come in,” Sam called loudly as he sat up and faced the door.
The door opened and Stan and Gwen Fletcher quickly stepped up into the camper. Rachel’s face brightened with a smile immediately.
“How nice to see you both again,” she greeted them warmly.
“Sam, we’re sorry to bother you,” Stan said quickly, nodding a friendly greeting to both of them. “The camp is full and we wanted to ask permission to pitch our tent down there in your eating area,” he said, indicating the area at the bottom of the small hill beside Sam’s camper. “We’ll move on in the morning, but we’re too tired to do any more driving tonight.”
“But it’s raining,” Rachel protested before Sam could answer. “You’ll get soaked before you can get your tent up. Can’t they stay in the camper just for tonight, Sam?”
“Oh, no, dear, we couldn’t impose,” Gwen protested worriedly.
“Sam, please,” Rachel turned to face him, her eyes wide as she begged him to help the older couple.
“It’s okay with me,” he said finally, watching Rachel’s face and smiling at the relief he saw there.
“If you’re sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble, we would sure appreciate it,” Stan said sincerely.
“Not at all,” Sam told him honestly. “Go on and get your things. You’re more than welcome.”
“You’re such a dear,” Gwen whispered to Rachel, her soft, wrinkled face smiling widely as she looked down at her.
Rachel turned to face Sam when they left and saw that he was staring intently at her. “Are you mad that I suggested that they stay here?” she asked him nervously.
“No, Rachel,” he said quietly. “But they think that you’re my wife. Just where do you think you’ll be sleeping tonight?”
Rachel looked up at Sam as he reclined in his bed. She found herself tensing to the point of near panic.
“I forgot about that,” she barely whispered. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me to stay the night.”
“That’s not true,” he protested.
Rachel ignored his words. She stood slowly and looked at the door, waiting for Stan and Gwen to return. “It’s okay. We can just pretend for the night,” she offered, unable to look at him and see the expression on his face now that he might be forced to spend the night with her.
“Rachel, you’re wrong,” he began.
“Okay, I’m wrong,” Rachel said quickly. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind staying here with you tonight. I hope you can handle it if I stay. Please don’t say anything to Gwen or Stan.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” Sam told her, standing on the bench seat before stepping down to stand on the camper floor to face her. “I’ll just tell them the truth.”
The camper door opened and Gwen and Stan stepped up inside, carrying their sleeping bags and a small valise. Sam faced them squarely and was about to speak when he saw Rachel lift her hand to touch his arm and shake her head no.
“You two must be tired,” she said finally, carefully climbing up onto the bed that she and Sam had just vacated. She looked up and saw Sam watching her silently. “Sam, come to bed.” She pulled back the blankets to ready a spot for him beside her.
Sam hesitated a moment then climbed up onto the bed and took his place beside her. Covering himself, he settled back and turned onto his left side to place his back to the Fletchers. He looked at Rachel and saw that she was turned away from him, far enough away so that her body didn’t touch his.
“Please turn the lantern off when you’re ready,” Rachel called back over her shoulder to the older couple.
“Thank you so much,” Gwen told them sincerely, smiling at the two of them. “We’ll just be a minute.”
Sam watched Rachel silently, listening to the movement of the couple behind him. He knew that neither he nor Rachel would be able to relax enough to sleep until the lantern was extinguished and the veil of darkness hid them from each other.
It seemed an eternity before the Fletchers spread their sleeping bags out on the bed, Stan turned down the lantern, and he and Gwen climbed onto the bed across from them. Sam found himself sighing with relief and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the night so that he could make out Rachel’s form beside him.
He felt the bed move slightly and sensed rather than saw that she was turning to lie on her stomach. Her elbow accidentally touched his chest and he heard her gasp at the contact.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Sam leaned closer to her until their bodies touched. Rachel nearly panicked until she realized that he was trying to whisper in her ear so that the Fletchers would not hear him.
“I’m the one who’s sorry, Rachel,” he told her sincerely. “I should have told them the truth this morning. You wouldn’t be here in this predicament right now if I had been honest with them.”
Rachel turned her face toward him and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I know you didn’t want me to sleep here tonight, Sam. I just didn’t want to destroy their picture of us as a happily married couple.”
“Rachel, that’s not true,” Sam told her, determined to make her realize that her thinking that he didn’t want her to spend the night was completely incorrect.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Once they leave, I’ll be leaving, too.”
“What?” The panic that slammed through him at her words stole his breath.
“I’m going to go and visit Roy and Paulette for a while,” she said quietly.
“Rachel, I don’t want you to go,” Sam said, leaning against her face and kissing her temple lightly.
Rachel remained quiet. She didn’t know what to say.
“I want you to stay.”
“Sam,” Rachel began. “I can’t stay.”
“Why not? I like it that you’re back in my life.”
Rachel didn’t say a word. She didn’t really know what to say anyway. She could feel how tense Sam was and knew she had to say something. She didn’t want him to be upset, and she didn’t want him to realize that she was upset. What a mess everything was.
“Get some rest, Sam. It’s okay,” she said after a moment. “I guess I’m getting used to sleeping beside you.”
“We’re going to have a talk in the morning to clear this up, honey,” he told her, touching her face gently.
When she didn’t respond, he knew he had a hell of a lot to explain. He just hoped that she would take the time to listen and, hopefully, understand.
“Good night, Sam,” she whispered.
“Night, Rachel,” he whispered back, removing his hand from her face and taking hold of her hand.
When Rachel attempted to pull her hand free, he refused to let go, and she found herself resting lightly against his chest with her face dangerously close to his. She relaxed a little when his hand finally released hers but gasped as he placed his hand on her back and leaned forward to lightly kiss her temple.
Her breathing stopped. His lips were so soft and warm and held such tenderness that she found her heart swelling with happiness despite her best effort to keep herself under control. Every memory she had of him, every feeling she had for him, every future dream she wanted to share with him, slammed into her chest at that moment. It was too much for her to bear. She could barely breathe because of the tightening in her chest and the want in her heart. She turned her face away from him, trying to control her emotions. She reminded herself that he didn’t want her. He was going to take her back to her tent.
The silence in the camper made Sam aware of every movement and sound that Rachel made. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to sleep beside Rachel and not hold her. He needed her gentleness to surround him as he slept. He wanted so much more, and he didn’t know if he would be able to hold back much longer.