Back to the Wild

The tent smelled like rain and old nylon, and I could smell her too — that faint coconut shampoo she’d used since college. Maya unzipped her sleeping bag with a sharp rasp, and the sound went straight to my cock.

“You’re staring, Jake.”

“I’m not staring. I’m appreciating.”

She laughed, that low husky thing she did. “Same thing.”

We’d been hiking all day, our packs heavy, the trail muddy from last night’s storm. The plan was simple: one weekend, two exes, no hard feelings. But the tent was small, and her body was right there in the dim lantern light, and I remembered exactly how she felt underneath me.

“It’s cold,” she said, pulling her fleece tighter.

“Come here.”

She hesitated — a beat, maybe two. Then she crawled over, and the fleece came off, and her t-shirt rode up just enough to show the smooth curve of her stomach. I reached out and touched her hip. She didn’t pull away.

“This is a terrible idea,” she whispered.

“The worst.”

I kissed her. It was slow at first, almost polite, but then her hand found the back of my neck and pulled me hard, and her tongue was in my mouth, and I groaned like a damn teenager. She tasted like trail mix and coffee, and I wanted more.

Her t-shirt had a tight collar. I fumbled with it, and she laughed against my lips.

“Let me.” She pulled it over her head, and there she was — no bra, her tits pale in the lantern glow, nipples already hard. I cupped them, thumbs circling, and she gasped.

“Fuck, I missed these.”

“Missed these or missed me?”

“Both. Shut up.”

I dipped my head and took her nipple in my mouth, and she arched her back, a soft moan escaping. My hand slid down her belly, under the waistband of her shorts. She was already wet — soaked, really — and she spread her legs without a word.

“You’re so ready for me.”

“Don’t tease.”

I didn’t. I pushed her shorts down, then her panties, and the sight of her — bare, glistening, open for me — made my mouth water. I pressed two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her hips rolling.

“More. Jake, please.”

I gave her more. I pushed deeper, curved my fingers, found that spot I remembered so well. She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging in.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“So come.”

She did — with a cry that echoed off the tent walls, her body shuddering, her cunt clenching around my fingers. I pulled my hand out and tasted her, and she watched me, eyes dark.

“Your turn,” she said, and her hand went to my jeans.

The button popped. The zipper rasped. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I hissed through my teeth at the warmth of her grip.

“Still big,” she murmured.

“Still got a mouth.”

She laughed and leaned down, taking me in. Her lips were hot and wet, her tongue tracing the underside, and I had to grip the sleeping bag to keep from bucking. She deep-throated me — all the way, her nose pressed against my belly — and held there for a second, and I was gone.

“Maya, fuck —”

She pulled off, wiping her mouth. “Not yet. I want you inside me.”

I rolled her onto her back, and she spread her legs wide, and I lined myself up. The head of my cock pressed against her slick folds, and we both froze, breathing hard.

“God, I missed this,” she whispered.

“Me too.”

I pushed in — slow, inch by inch — and she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders. She was so tight, so hot, and when I was buried all the way, she sighed.

“Don’t move yet. Just… stay.”

I stayed. I kissed her, deep and slow, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. Then she rocked her hips, and the rhythm started.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I did. I pulled back and slammed into her, and she cried out, her head thrown back. The tent shook, the lantern swayed, and I didn’t care. I fucked her hard — my hands on her hips, then her tits, then her throat, just light enough — and she took it all, moaning, begging, her nails raking my back.

“Harder. Oh god, yes —”

I drove into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the tent. She came again, her whole body convulsing, and that pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came inside her, hot and thick, and she gasped as she felt it.

We collapsed, tangled, sweaty. The tent was quiet except for our ragged breathing.

“Well,” she said finally, her voice sleepy. “That was a terrible idea.”

“The worst.”

She laughed softly, and I pulled her close. Outside, the wind picked up against the nylon, and we lay there, silent, listening to each other’s breathing.