She used her hand to guide him between her legs and heard his breath hitch immediately, sharp and quiet, the only sound breaking the dark as her fingers closed around him.
He felt hard and soft at the same time, thick and smooth, hot and pulsing against her palm as she dragged him slowly through the slick she had already made, teasing herself with the weight of him, the reality of him pressed so close that it made her head spin.
Her body jerked when she slid the head against her clit, breath catching with every small stroke, every careful pass that sent heat climbing up her spine and settling deep in her belly.
The slickness made everything worse, or better, she could not tell anymore, only that it made every movement too much, made her legs tremble and her hips twitch despite her trying to stay still.
She glanced toward the flap of the tent.
The fire outside was gone. No light bled through the canvas now, no shadows, only darkness and the knowledge that they were not alone.
