Submitted by megan on Sun, 09/05/2010 - 17:32
We strip off our clothes outside then burrow into the tent, under the layers of blankets I insisted on, into the centre of the sleeping bag. You wrap your damp limbs around me, I wrap my cold limbs around you. We shiver. Giggle, wriggle to warm other parts. Playful till the low note that lives in your throat catches my heart and my hand burrows further to the centre of us, pets the pelt between your thighs slowly and slowly then quick quick.
You breathe warm air into our hollows.
Your fingers guide mine down through pubic hair and fat skin folds to find your clit. I pet it gently too, and your teeth come out, you beat. You hold the skin and meat of my shoulder between your teeth. I press and tap, press and tap some more, trying to make your breath come hot, to move the blood to your curled toes.