Wilderness passion.

Alex's fire is crackling, warm light overpowering your senses and making the night around seem pitch black. The tent is set up a few paces away with a veritable nest of blankets and sleeping bags, already tossed and jumbled from a frenzied quickie when he jumped you while you were setting it up after getting back from his firewood expedition. You and your man sit beside each other on the sand, him naked and you in just a t-shirt. You have been sharing a meal of Dad's BBQ pork, slaw and chips with guacamole, and as you scrape out the last of the delicious avocado with a spoon, you let out a sigh.

"I wish I'd brought more food." Your prodigious pregnancy appetite never fails to amaze you. Alex grins and licks his fingers before opening another beer. You grab it off him. "Gimme some of that," you demand. It's been months since you had a drink and in a moment like this you really fancy it. Holding the chill can in your small hand, you savor the bitter, fizzy liquid.

"Cheers," Alex clunks a new can against yours. "To your new job." The two of you drink deeply. You're already feeling a slight buzz, which must be because of your smaller frame and the fact that you've not had even a sip of beer since before you turned. It's a good feeling but it suddenly makes you nervous about the effect it will have. You put the can to one side, too paranoid to drink any more despite knowing rationally that a small amount can't do your baby any harm.

Instead, you turn to Alex, who is looking at you with amusement. His teasing look vanishes almost immediately as you give him a huge set of bedroom eyes, and practically leap into his lap. He needs no encouragement, and is roughly pulling your t-shirt up and exposing your swollen boobs. His expert tongue flickers over your nipple and you moan loudly at the familiar fizzling feeling that follows. You reach a hand under your butt to his cock which is rapidly springing to hardness. The touch of your hand sends him in to a frenzy and he deftly wrestles you off him and to the ground, ass in the air and tits in the sand. **** to be filled, you raise yourself up on your knees, hips and bum rising, turning your aching pussy towards him. You feel him plant a hand on your skinny waist, and the other on your shoulder and the glorious prick sinks into you, slowly, agonizingly slowly.

"Mmmm get on with it baby," frustrated, you look back at him, begging for more. You wiggle your hips, push your ass back towards him as much as you can, but his teasing pace remains unchanged. You are powerless to do anything but wail at your lover.

The ridge of his head bumps against your outer lips and opening with every entry. The relentless jolts of pleasure fill your crotch, tumble down your thighs and crackle up your spine. The deeper emptiness that you are **** to fill remains but there is an unexpected ferocity in the way your pleasure is building. You are taken by surprise but a sudden, shocking orgasm that quivers through you when Alex finally plunges into you completely, with every bump and ridge causing an explosion of sparks as they pass your outer lips and into your deepest reaches.

You are barely conscious with the powerful sensations coursing through you, cumming helplessly on the pounding cock. Alex has at last lost his self control and is fucking you fiercely, intent on pouring his thick cum into you as your own orgasm thrills shudder through you. He is panting, weight now almost fully on your back, grinding you into the sand. The rough scratching on your breasts is, astonishingly, heightening the power of your rolling climax. Alex's breath is on your neck and he kisses your shoulder forcefully as you feel his long-awaited torrent of cum pulsing into your pussy. He keeps thrusting violently, shooting his seed, only very gradually slowing down after what must be a minute or two, before collapsing on top of you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and stomach, and rolling the pair of you onto your sides. He kisses your neck over and over while you suffer the last powerful shocks of orgasm, clenching your legs and kegels on his slowly softening cock, milking a **** last couple of blasts out of him.

Gazing at the fire, you lie wrapped in his arms, still transfixed by his cock. Your chest and cheek covered in sweat-stuck sand. The t-shirt is bunched around your shoulders and damp with his sweat and yours. With your free hand behind you, between your bodies, cupping his depleted balls and stroking the base of his cock, you try to encourage it to stay a little harder for a little longer and keep giving you those wondrous feelings that ebb away agonizingly despite your efforts.

Bathed in the firelight, your glistening bodies clasped together, neither of you feel the need to move for a very long time. You chatter lazily: languid dirty talk about how you love it when he takes control, how he loves the noises you make, about how you'll need to be in this position a whole lot more in a few months' time. Gradually his penis slips out of you and a flood of cum follows it, between your thighs and dribbles down your bum. You clench your vagina again, to keep as much of it in as possible. It is oddly comforting to have his precious liquid held inside, and as it can do no further damage you suppose there is no harm in having it there.

You sigh with contentment, and hear one of his deep grumbles of satisfaction in response. Before long though, you hear his breathing even out and get shallow as he begins to fall asleep.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," you urge him, and giggle as he starts awake. "We can't sleep out here... what if the bears come and get us?!" You free yourself from his grasp and get up slowly, muscles stiff and aching. Standing by his prone form, you shrug the t-shirt off over your head and drop it on his face. With a gentle prod of your toes in his groin, he finally rolls onto his back and sits up.

"I'm going to wash off in the lake. See you in a minute!"

You let out a sharp gasp as you rush into the cold water. You get goosebumps all over and your nipples instantly harden. Sinking down to your shoulder height to wash the sand and sweat off, you dunk your head under for a moment and all you can hear is the blood in your ears. Your busy hands brush the sand from your face and out of your hair, then do a once-over of the rest of your upper body and down to your thighs to scrub the drying cum off. Fingers flash over your groin to clean up but your grasping pussy still manages to keep hold of all the remaining cum inside.

Breaking the surface, you see that Alex is in the water beside you washing himself off. He is hurt by your laugh at the tragic sight of his beautiful cock all shriveled by the cold and flicks some water at you, and of course you end up having a water fight with him. He wins, of course, and picks you up in his strong arms and carries you out of the lake back to the fire. Shivering, you wrap yourselves with a huge beach towel and warm up by the fire.

Almost at the same moment as your fingers return to his prick, you feel his hand on your crotch and two fingers entering your cum-slicked tunnel... Looking up at his eyes, red in the firelight, it is clear the two of you will not be going to sleep for a while yet.