Chapter 13

My face was turned to the side, lips locked with Arthur’s as we lay naked inside the tent. He was behind me, our bodies intimately connected, with his huge member buried deep inside my wet core. He wasn’t thrusting… just holding still, while his fingers teased and played with my most sensitive spot. His touches were intense, circling and pressing, pinching lightly, drawing soft moans from me as I rocked my hips to meet the intense pleasure.

Our tongues tangled as we kissed, and I whimpered into his mouth. My body trembled as pleasure surged through me again, my release spilling for the second time. We’d been doing this for a while now, ever since we finished dinner. We'd talked about many things, including some of our past encounters, like the one he had with a professor back in college. The way he described it, his voice low and teasing while his hands roamed, turned me on more than I expected.

By the time we got inside the tent, I couldn’t wait anymore and kissed him first. And now, here we were, lost in each other again. Earlier, I’d been so eager for him that I’d dropped to my knees and pleased him with my mouth before he took me. Now, he was teasing me with those skilled fingers of his, and I couldn't help but give in to every touch.

“Oh, Arthur, please…” I moaned breathlessly, shifting my hips. “I want to feel you move inside me… Please, Daddy…”

“I need you to come once more, baby,” he murmured against my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. “One more time for me, Aya… Let go for me…”

He moved his fingers faster, and I matched his rhythm with desperate rolls of my hips. My mouth fell open as the waves of pleasure crashed over me once more.

“Yeah… just like that,” he groaned. “You're gripping me so tightly…”

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them slowly. Then he held my hips and began lifting me up and down his length, finally giving me what I craved. I moaned deeply as he started to move, his fullness rubbing against every spot inside me.

“Mmm… Arthur… You feel so good…!” I cried out as he began thrusting upward to meet me. He hit the perfect spot with every motion, and soon I was gasping, my mouth falling open, drooling slightly from the intensity.

“Yes… yes… more, please! Don’t stop!” I begged.

“Turn over, baby. Hands and knees,” he commanded. I obeyed instantly, bracing myself as he knelt behind me. He slid into me again, deeper this time, as my upper body practically hung out the front of the tent. He held my waist and moved faster and harder, each stroke making my arms shake.

“God, Aya… I’ll never get tired of you. You're so damn irresistible…” he growled behind me.

“Yes! Yes! Please! Don’t stop! I’m gonna… Ahhhh! Gonna come again!” I screamed as my body quaked and gave in to another release. He pulled me back into his lap, lying down as I straddled him. I rode him, hips moving in wild rhythm, our bodies slick with sweat and heat. He gripped my hips and thrust up in time with me, pushing deeper, making me cry out louder with every bounce.

“Faster, baby. Ride me faster,” he urged. I moaned as I grabbed my breasts and moved faster. The sound of our bodies filled the tent along with our breathless moans. We didn’t care if anyone heard. We were too lost in the moment.

“Baby… I’m close… I’m gonna come…” He groaned, and a second later, I felt the warmth spread inside me as he reached his peak. I followed right after, shuddering hard on top of him.

He carried me gently and laid me down, spreading my legs and kissing his way between them. My breath hitched as he licked and tasted me, cleaning up every drop of what we shared. He kissed me softly between my thighs, and I moaned, too sensitive and overstimulated to count how many times I’d already come.

“Mmm… daddy…” I sighed, stroking his hair.

“Best I’ve ever had,” he whispered, then came up and kissed me on the lips. We lay together, tangled and content.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“A little thirsty,” I admitted.

He smiled, pulled on his shorts, and left the tent. “Put on my shirt, baby. I’ll get us some water.” I nodded and rested for a bit before slipping on his shirt and stepping outside. It was chilly, and I wrapped the blanket around me for warmth. He handed me a bottle of water, and I took it gratefully. We sat by the entrance of the tent, sipping quietly and watching the bonfire together.

Once again, he left my body completely satisfied. And in moments like this, I started to wonder… should I really leave? Or should I stay here… With him?

“Are you having fun, baby?” He asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “You can see it, can’t you? I’m so happy here with you. You brought only me here… that means a lot. Thank you.”

He took the bottle from my hand, set it aside, and cupped my cheek gently, then touched my lips. “You are special to me. It’s different when I’m with you,” he said sincerely. “I want you to stay, but I won’t stop you. You’re young, and I know you want to explore the world, to live freely. I want you to experience life… Just don’t forget me, okay?”

His words tugged at my heart. The truth is, I would rather not leave either. I feared that one day I would come back, and he would have moved on and started a new family without me. I took a deep breath to hold back my tears and hugged him tightly.

“I could never forget someone like you,” I whispered. “Thank you for understanding, Daddy. I just want to chase my dreams before I finally settle down.”

He nodded with a soft smile, then stood up and reached for my hand.

“I won’t forget you, Ayana,” he said, then pulled me in for a kiss. His hand traveled to my chest, gently squeezing.

“Can I make love to you again?” he asked.

My eyes widened before I giggled.

“Oh, Daddy… You never have to ask,” I said playfully, tracing my hand along his chest. He led me toward a tree, placed my hands against the trunk, lifted the hem of his shirt I wore, and then took me again under the stars.