Morning Comes

The morning sun broke through the canopy, waking Jennifer. As they shared breakfast in awkward silence, both grappled with their thoughts—hers of him, his of her—and neither could meet the other's eyes for long, knowing their dreams had spilled into reality in ways they weren’t yet ready to confront.

Jennifer fiddled with her tin mug, the remnants of instant coffee swirling at the bottom. Her gaze flickered to Ben’s hands as he cleaned up their campsite, his movements quick and efficient, but her mind kept circling back to the vivid dream she’d had. She could still feel his touch, the weight of him, the intensity in his eyes as he… She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they clung to her like the morning dew.

Ben wasn’t faring any better. His eyes kept darting to Jennifer as she moved around the campsite, the shorts she wore hugging her ass in a way that made his pulse quicken. He cursed himself silently, looking away and focusing on the task at hand, but every time she bent over, his gaze betrayed him. The curve of her hips, the way her thighs strained against the fabric—it was all too much.

“I’m going to take a quick swim,” Ben said abruptly, grabbing a towel and heading toward the nearby stream. Jennifer nodded, barely looking up, grateful for the reprieve from his presence and the heat his proximity stirred in her.

Left alone, she let out a shaky breath, her mind replaying flashes of her dream. The way he’d held her, the sound of his voice, the feel of his body pressed against hers. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and she bit her lip, shaking her head as if to banish the thoughts.

Ben returned from his swim a short while later, water dripping from his hair and running down his chest. His swim trunks clung to him, the wet fabric outlining every curve and contour of his body. Jennifer’s breath hitched as her eyes were drawn to the unmistakable bulge at his groin. She tried to look away, but her gaze lingered, heat flooding her cheeks as her imagination ran wild.

Ben caught her staring and felt his own cheeks flush. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his wet hair. “The water’s cold,” he said, his voice strained.

“Uh-huh,” Jennifer replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned away, busying herself with folding her sleeping bag, but her thoughts were anything but calm. The sight of him like that—wet, muscular, the definition of his body on full display—was enough to make her knees weak.

The tension between them grew palpable, the unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. Ben watched her as she bent over to pack her things, the curve of her ass drawing his attention once again. His fists clenched at his sides, and he looked away, trying to focus on anything else, but the images wouldn’t leave his mind.

“Jennifer,” he said suddenly, his voice rough.

She froze, her back still to him. “Yeah?”

He hesitated, his heart pounding. “Do you… never mind.”

She turned to face him, her brow furrowed. “What?”

Ben shook his head, his cheeks flushing. “It’s nothing. Forget it.”

But Jennifer stepped closer, her eyes searching his face. “Ben, what is it?”

He swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under her gaze. “Last night… I…” He trailed off, unable to find the words, but the way her eyes widened told him she understood.

“You too?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ben nodded, the weight of their mutual confession hanging between them. The air seemed to crackle with energy as they stood there, neither knowing what to say, but both feeling the undeniable pull toward each other.

Without thinking, Jennifer reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, the water still cool on his skin. Ben’s breath hitched, and he caught her hand, holding it against him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them disappeared.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible ****, their lips met, the kiss tentative at first but quickly growing more passionate. Jennifer’s hands slid up to his shoulders, her body pressing against his as Ben’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. The tension that had been building between them finally erupted, and neither of them wanted to stop.

Ben groaned into the kiss, his hands trailing down her back until they found her hips. The curve of her ass filled his palms perfectly, and he couldn’t resist squeezing. Jennifer gasped, the sound spurring him on as he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers digging in slightly. "God, Jennifer," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this."

Jennifer’s breath hitched at his words, her body pressing closer to him. She could feel his arousal against her stomach, hard and insistent, and it sent a thrill through her. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers brushing against the firm muscles before dipping lower. "Ben," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I dreamed about you last night... and now..."

He silenced her with another kiss, his lips devouring hers as his hands moved to the waistband of her shorts. He tugged them down, baring her to him, and when his eyes finally roamed over her exposed body, he groaned again, his grip tightening on her hips. "You’re perfect," he said, his voice filled with reverence. "So fucking perfect."

Jennifer blushed under his gaze, but her shyness was quickly replaced by need. Her hands found the waistband of his wet shorts, and she tugged them down, her breath catching when his cock sprang free. It was more beautiful than she had imagined, thick and long, glistening slightly from the water. Her fingers wrapped around it instinctively, and Ben hissed, his hips bucking into her touch.

"Jennifer," he breathed, his hands moving back to her ass. He squeezed again, harder this time, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

She smiled up at him, her confidence growing as she stroked him, marveling at the heat and weight of him in her hand. "I think I do," she teased, her voice soft but playful. She sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his as she brought her lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed it gently, her tongue darting out to taste him, and Ben groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Jennifer," he said, his voice strained. "You’re going to kill me."

She grinned, taking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as her hand stroked his length. He tasted salty and masculine, the scent of him filling her senses. She couldn’t get enough, her mouth working him with growing enthusiasm as his groans grew louder.

Ben’s grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly as he lost himself in the sensation. His hands reached for her top, wanting it off, wanting to see her tits. She paused, dropping him from her mouth with a pop and pulling her top over her head. He gasped on seeing her tits fall free, and they did fall—big, heavy, and beautifully shaped. He could imagine their softness, and his cock twitched at the sight. She grinned, seeing his appreciation, and leaned forward to press them to his cock.

He choked, coughing as he felt their warmth encase him. He bucked his hips instinctively, the slickness of her saliva and the plush softness of her breasts overwhelming his senses. She chuckled softly, her confidence growing as she moved her breasts up and down, stroking him with her flesh. Her tongue darted out to flick over the head of his cock whenever it peeked between her cleavage, and Ben groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly.

"Fuck, Jennifer, you’re incredible," he gasped, his voice filled with awe and desire.

She grinned again, her movements becoming more deliberate as she watched his reactions. His eyes were glued to her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she worked him with her tits and mouth. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his body as he approached the edge. "Lie down," she instructed, her voice playful but firm. "I want to see all of you."

Ben obeyed, stretching out on the ground, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat. She straddled him, her breasts pressed against his stomach as she leaned forward to kiss him deeply. His hands found her hips, gripping them firmly as he groaned into her mouth. "You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice reverent.

She smiled against his lips, shifting so her breasts slid lower, capturing his cock once more. She moved with practiced ease, her body seeming to know exactly what he needed. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he watched her with a mix of hunger and admiration. "God, your ass is amazing," he muttered, his fingers digging into her skin.

"You like it?" she teased, arching her back to give him a better view. His groan was all the answer she needed.

She moved lower, her tongue tracing the length of his cock before taking him into her mouth again. Ben’s hips bucked, his hands sliding up her back as he lost himself in the pleasure she was giving him. "Jennifer," he gasped, his voice tight. "I—fuck, I can’t..."

She pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a smile as she looked up at him. "Not yet," she said softly, her tone playful. "I’m not done with you."

She moved to straddle his hips, positioning herself over him. Ben’s hands guided her, his fingers gripping her thighs as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. They both gasped as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming. "Jennifer," he murmured, his voice trembling. "You feel... incredible."

She nodded, her breath hitching as she adjusted to him. "You too," she whispered, her hands resting on his chest as she began to move. Their bodies found a rhythm, moving together naturally, as if they had done this a thousand times before. Every touch, every thrust, every moan felt perfectly synchronized, their connection deepening with every moment.

Ben’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her breasts, the swell of her ass. Her hands mirrored his movements, exploring the hard planes of his chest, the strength of his arms, the tension in his muscles as he held her. They were lost in each other, their shared fantasies blending seamlessly into reality.

"God, Jennifer," Ben groaned, his voice filled with wonder. "Have you always been this perfect?"

She laughed softly, leaning down to kiss him. "I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her voice breathless. "It feels like... like we’ve always done this."

Ben nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up to meet her movements. "It does," he agreed, his voice low. "But... is it us, or is it this place?"

Jennifer paused, her movements slowing as she looked into his eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Right now, it feels right. That’s all I care about."

Ben pulled her down into a kiss, his arms wrapping around her tightly. "Me too," he whispered against her lips. "Me too."

They moved together again, their bodies perfectly in sync as they chased their release. The tension built between them, the air thick with heat and desire. When they finally climaxed, their cries mingled, echoing through the forest as they clung to each other, their connection unbreakable.