His hand stayed locked around mine as he pulled me deeper between the tents. The music faded to a distant thump. The air felt cooler here, darker. My legs were still shaky from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers, and every step made my soaked thong rub against my sensitive clit.

We stopped in a narrow space between two large camping tents. The fabric blocked most of the light and noise. I could still hear voices somewhere nearby, but it felt hidden enough. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

He turned to face me. In the dim light I could...