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The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across your face, highlighting the Lust in your eyes at the campfire. The others were fast asleep, curled in their sleeping bags, oblivious to the tension thickening between us. You shifted closer, the heat of your body rivaling the flames.”I can’t take it anymore,” you murmured, voice raw with need. I smirked, tilting my head. “Take what, exactly?”
Your breath hitched. “You know what.”
Leaning in, I let my fingers graze your wrist. You shuddered. I reveled in your restraint, your hands clenched into fists as if fighting the urge to pull me closer.”Say it,” I whispered against your ear, my lips a ghost of a touch away.Your jaw tightened, and then, barely above a breath, you admitted, “I need you.”
I let the silence stretch, watching you unravel in the anticipation, your pupils blown wide. My fingers trailed down your arm, igniting goosebumps.
“Beg,” I commanded, voice dripping with control.Your body tensed, your need undeniable. “Please…”
A slow smile curved my lips. I leaned in, letting my breath tease your skin.
“Good boy.”
Lustful Campfire
The campfire crackled, its glow dancing over our tangled bodies, casting shadows that moved with us. Your hands gripped my hips, desperate, pleading, as I silenced your moans with a teasing kiss. The scent of burning wood mixed with the heat between us, every movement slow and deliberate, designed to make you lose control.A sudden rustle cut through the night.
“Whoa—what the hell?”
We froze. Your friend stood at the edge of the campfire’s glow, eyes wide with shock. The flickering flames revealed everything—your trembling body beneath me, my wicked smile. I leaned down, whispering, “Looks like the campfire isn’t the only thing burning tonight.”
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