I could still feel him, his cock hard beneath me, pressed between my thighs. I stopped grinding, letting my weight rest against him for one more beat before slowly leaning back, giving him one last view of my shorts wedged between my wet pussy lips as I swung my leg over him.

“Well, you seem warm enough,” I said, booping him on the nose with the tip of my index finger. “We should go to sleep now.”

His face was a mix of shock, disappointment, and suppressed frustration. His hands hovered in the air for a moment where my big round ass had been only moments ago. They stayed there for a few seconds before he placed them back awkwardly at his sides, clearly not sure what to do next. I lay down next to him, pulling my sleeping bag up as if nothing had happened, my heart pounding as I fought to keep a straight face. He was so adorably stunned.

“Goodnight, Alex,” I whispered, my voice light and casual. “Thanks for warming up with me.”

“G-goodnight,” he stammered, clearly still trying to process what had just happened.

I lay there in silence, pretending to settle down as if I were drifting off to sleep. But really, my pulse was racing. Just knowing that I’d left him in that state, so turned on and trying to keep it together, was driving my pussy wild. I bit my lip, feeling my own body respond to the thought of his hardness, the way he’d been frozen beneath me, helpless and desperate. I knew he wanted me, and something about making him wait made it all the more exciting.

I shifted, pulling the sleeping bag up just enough to cover myself, but not enough to hide my body completely. My nipples were hard against the fabric of my top, and I could feel the heat spreading between my legs, imagining his wide eyes on me. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional rustle as he tried to get comfortable.

And then… there it was. What I’d been hoping for. The tiniest, barely audible sound—a soft shuffle, the creak of the sleeping bag as he moved. My eyes were closed, but I didn’t need to see to know what he was doing. I could hear the faintest movement beside me, careful and controlled, like he was desperately trying not to wake me. The knowledge sent a thrill through me, knowing he was lying right there, so close, touching himself because he couldn’t help it.

I held back a smile, keeping my breathing slow and steady. If he was going to be brave enough to try, I was going to give him a show.

Carefully, I slipped my hands down and lifted my shirt, pulling it up over my head as quietly as I could. The air was cold against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. I lay back down, pretending to shift in my “sleep,” my arm flopping casually to my side as if I were completely at ease, unaware that I was exposing myself to him.

A barely audible intake of breath reached my ears, and I knew he was watching me. I stretched out, arching my back a little, my body warm. His movements stopped for a moment, like he was holding his breath, and I could almost feel his eyes on me, tracing the curves of my body as he tried not to make a sound.

My own arousal was making it hard to stay still, my breathing a little quicker as I imagined him, lying there, completely captivated by my body. I let one of my legs shift slightly, stretching out so that the curve of my hip was visible, the sleeping bag barely covering anything as I feigned sleep.

The faint, rhythmic motion started again. I could hear him moving so subtly, the tiniest rustle of fabric, and it was enough to send another jolt of desire through me. I had to stop myself from biting my lip, from allowing my hand to make its natural, instinctive journey down to my aching clit.

I shifted again, rolling onto my side with my back to him, letting the sleeping bag slip just enough to expose my bare back, the curve of my ass barely concealed.

The movements grew slightly faster, a little less careful now, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I shifted again, rolling onto my stomach this time, letting my hips press into the sleeping bag beneath me. My head was turned to the side, my eyes barely open enough to catch a glimpse of him, his face flushed, eyes fixed on my body.

His hand was buried under his own sleeping bag, the tension in his jaw clear as he fought to keep his movements slow, controlled. The sight of him, desperate and trying so hard to hold back, made me want to pull down my shorts and ride his cock right there.

But I couldn’t. This was too much fun.

Without thinking, I let out the softest sigh, shifting my hips slightly. Fuck it–it was now or never. Holding my breath, I pulled down my shorts and rolled onto my back, exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him, knowing my lips would glistening with wetness, that my huge tits would bounce as I turned.

I heard another sound from him; a strangled breath, desperate and needy. He was going for it, stroking himself quickly now, afraid that what he had found might be taken away from him before he could finish.

That's when I opened my eyes and looked at him.