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“You ready?”
Kit trembles, jerking a handful of lube onto the strap at her hips. She isn’t sure who she’s asking.
The moment of silence is filled with the gentle patter of raindrops on the roof of Airk’s tent (which they had not told him they “borrowed,” and they will not tell him that they’ve been fucking in it for the past week. Like last night, Kit crying out her ecstasy while Jade fucked her brains out, hand grabbing a fistful of hair) and the rustling of leaves as tree branches swayed.
They chose a good week to go camping. The forecast was, for the most part, miserable. Cloudy days, rain, and a frigid breeze. The campground has been blissfully quiet.
Kit shivers again. Despite how empty the grounds were, she still threw on her sleeveless denim jacket to trot over to the bathrooms just after she’d woken up. Now, that’s all she wears, breasts peeking out from the low collar as she tries to contain just how cold she is.
“Yes,” Jade replies, on her hands and knees, braced.
Kit wants to move her hips. She wants to push forward and into Jade and connect them both like they’ve been connected so many times before, but this time she’s the one inside Jade, but she can’t. She can’t because she’s scared and it’s so stupid.
She’s never been scared of sex before. Her and Jade have always crashed together so easily, so freely, Kit’s fingers working Jade’s clit, Jade fucking Kit until she can’t remember her own name. It’s always been so easy for them, but now Kit doesn’t know what to do.
It’s different, having the strap. Kit’s always known how to use her fingers, ever since she used them on herself for the first time, but this big hulking thing operates on a different wavelength. That, and Kit remembers it hurting like a bitch the first time Jade fucked her, slow and soft in the bed of her truck.
Kit grits her teeth, grabbing the shaft so she can tease Jade’s entrance. The action coaxes a long moan from Jade, which makes Kit’s confidence swell. She’s about to push in and take what’s hers, before another wave hits her.
What if Jade hates it?
What if Kit does such a terrible piss-poor job that Jade doesn’t want to have sex with her again? What if she blows everything right here and right now with a stupid purple dildo poking out of her crotch like a moron? Kit can’t loose this. She can’t loose the feeling of Jade’s skin against hers, the soft moans and tangled limbs as they explore each other for hours on end, giving and taking endless pleasure until they’re both spent, and curled into each other and never wanting to let go.
“What’s wrong?” Jade asks, always knowing when Kit’s mind is fretting.
“What if I don’t do it right?” Kit asks, cracking with vulnerability.
Jade looks over her shoulder, “You’re gonna do great, Kit. There’s no wrong way to do it.” Then, off of Kit’s hesitation, “remember how I do it.”
Kit screws her eyes shut, thinking about last night. She was on her back, legs wrapped around Jade’s hips as Jade rolled them over and over, rhythmically, her whole torso moving with, head thrown back and revelling in her pleasure.
Kit rolls her hips forward. Jade shouts. Pained.
Kit’s eyes fling open, and she sees Jade lurched forward in front of her, bracing herself on a forearm. The dildo is buried half way in.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Kit says, frozen and panicked, “are you okay?”
“Little bits at a time, Kit.” Jade says, patient but strained, between clenched teeth.
“Sorry,” Kit says, shaking again, “I’m sorry.”
Jade’s breaths come heavy, slow, and trained, “It’s okay, Kit. You’re okay. Just give it a minute to adjust.” Her voice is so kind and soft, edged by the strain. Kit wants to cry. She wants to fuck harder. But she does neither. Instead she waits, buried in her girl, and presses a hand to Jade’s hip.
The air goes still as they wait. Kit’s sweaty hand on Jade’s sweatier hip twitches in time with her pelvis. Jade looks so good like this, on her hands and knees, naked, dildo partially shoved inside her. Kit wishes Jade had brought her Polaroid camera. Kit wants this sight preserved forever. She tries to commit it to memory, staring while Jade’s back is turned so she can absorb everything as the rain patters over their heads.
Jade’s ragged breathing starts to even out, “Okay.”
She didn’t sound too confident, “Okay?”
Nodding, Jade adjusts herself to more firmly rest on her forearm, “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? Because—“
“Yes,” Jade says, “Kit, please.” Kit can hear the undeniable need Jade’s voice. Someone who wants to take it in all at once, but has to wait little by little, and she’s starting to go mad.
Kit doesn’t need to be told a third time. She steadies her hand on Jade, and pushes in a little bit more. Just another inch. Jade groans, forehead pressing into the ground, right as Kit stops. They fall into this cycle, Kit pushing in another inch, then they sit in silence, heavy breathing accompanied by the rain and the gentle breeze outside. Kit keeps going, slowly but surely, until she is fully pushed into Jade.
It’s so beautiful, it’s so incredible. Jade takes Kit perfectly.
You take me so well , Kit. And I think… I’m ready to take you, too, if you want to try.
Kit pulls out all the way, then thrusts back in, slow, but deep.
Jade gasps, her whole body tensing. The sight makes Kit almost stop entirely, if it weren’t for the back that Jade’s hips push higher into the air, just barely meeting the thrust back.
Rocking her hips, Kit slowly but surely finds her rhythm. Each thrust inwards pushes the strap back into her, and Kit mewls at the feeling, matching Jade’s ragged breathing as they continue their dance.
Kit knows that people generally moan when they fuck. She moans a little too loud , and Jade has been known to be very vocal when Kit latches onto her clit, so to hear Jade’s relative silence fills her with alarm bells.
She doesn’t stop, but she does slow, “Is this— are you… okay?” Kit asks, breathless as she pushes in.
“Yes,” Jade says, delirious, “keep going.”
That’s all Kit needs to hear. She reaches down, gripping the back of Jade’s neck as she pulls back, just to thrust in again, a little harder.
There’s the moan.
Jade’s deep, silky voice is so beautiful in her pleasure, spilling from her lips like a sacred wine that Kit wishes she could bask in forever. It spurs on another thrust, then another, each one every so slightly gaining in intensity.
Each thrust lurches Jade forward, her curls swaying with the movement as she keeps herself propped up on her forearm. Kit wants to run her hands through that hair, just like the summer leaves.
Another low moan from Jade, and Kit jerks her hips harder. The strap rubs against her clit, and she’s keening into the air, gentle but relentless into Jade.
“Kit…” Jade can barely get the word out before another filthy sound spills out of her.
Kit rocks another thrust into Jade, “Yeah…?”
Jade’s next word turns into a light gasp, then, “Don’t hold back.”
So Kit doesn’t. She leans down, pressing her front up against Jade’s back, and continues to grind her hips as much as she can, pushing the cock into that spot which makes Jade cry out right next to Kit’s ear. She moves her hand from Jade’s neck to thread their fingers together, holding on for dear life.
“Oh fuck,” is all Kit can say. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck .”
A pressure starts to build in Kit’s gut. Warm and hot and threatening to destroy her entirely. It’s so new and so familiar, and she bucks her hips to chase after it.
Jade’s sounds become high and airy as her whole body tenses again, hand fisting into the tent floor, knuckles white. They’re both moaning and gasping into the air and their sounds mix together into a perfect symphony that Kit feels like she’s going to go cross-eyed.
Moving her hand from Jade’s hip, Kit presses two fingers against Jade’s clit, starting slow circles in time with each thrust. That’s all it takes for Jade to break, coming with her mouth open in a silent scream.
One thrust. Two thrusts. Three. Then Kit falls apart, her clit rubbed raw by the strap. They both go still, tense and shaking as they ride out their orgasms together, connected far deeper than any physical boundary could ever hold.
They both collapse, muscles loose and sore, into each other. Their breaths mix in the air while their bodies press close, sweaty and warm and Kit’s denim jacket suddenly feels like a barrier, but it’s far too cold to take it off.
It must be several minutes before Kit pulls out of Jade, slowly, who whines at the loss. The stupid clasps are frustrating, but Kit manages to get them off and throw the stupid thing aside, pressing herself flush against Jade’s chest.
“Are you okay?” Kit asks.
Jade only nods, her breaths heaving.
“Was it… was I…” Kit feels so small and so stupid, “good?” She doesn’t realize there’s a tear streaming down her cheek until Jade is brushing it away with her thumb.
“You were incredible, Kit.”
Another tear falls, “Did I make it good for you?”
“You made it perfect for me,” Jade replies, and presses her lips to Kit’s forehead.
Kit sighs in relief, leaning into the sensation. The tight hall in her chest starts to loosen, freeing her lungs and letting her take in the scent of Jade and the fresh rain and the smell of sex.
But Kit realizes she’s not done.
Gently, she snakes off of Jade’s chest, and brings herself lower.
“What are you doing?” Jade asks, exhausted but not concerned.
The closer Kit gets to Jade’s cunt, the stronger her arousal smells. It makes Kit ache and throb, but she’s way too spent to go again, “Cleaning you up.”
Kit drags her tongue along Jade’s slit, gentle enough not to stimulate her too much. Jade is always so painfully sensitive after her orgasm, and the lightest touch could have her writhing in pain. So Kit is gentle, slow as she laps up the slick mess between Jade’s thighs.
She dances her tongue around Jade’s ravaged entrance, soothing but not invasive, and sighs when Jade’s fingers comb into her hair. After a final lick, Kit finishes with a delicate kiss on Jade’s thicket of red pubic hair, and relishes in the laugh turned moan.
“I love you,” Kit says once she’s face-to-face with Jade again.
“I love you too,” Jade’s smile is so perfect, the way it wrinkles her freckles and warms her features so perfectly.
Kit kisses her, deep and soft as she licks the come into Jade’s mouth, sharing her bounty. Their lips press together, wet and messy, as the rain starts to pick up above them, drowning out any sound. Kit could feel Jade’s lips on hers for hours on end and still never be satisfied.
Despite the fact that they had just woken up, Kit and Jade eventually lull back to sleep under the sounds of the storm, blissfully peaceful, and perfectly in love.