The night sky started out so pretty that had it not started to drizzle, Margaret and Ian would have slept under the stars. But alas, the sky opened up and both of them sought shelter inside the tent.
Margaret made herself comfortable in their couple's sleeping bag while Ian snuffed the fire. She was ready for bed and stripped down to her panties and a shirt. She had taken off her bra as well. Ian came in just as she was getting sleepy.
She mumbled a 'good night' as Ian undressed to his boxers and socks. He reached over to turn off the lamp. In the dark, she turned to face the tent wall as he settled down beside her. He draped an arm around her waist.
After a few minutes of even breathing from both of them, Margret became aware that Ian's hand was slowly making its way to her breast. She shrugged her shoulder, hoping that he would get the signal that she would rather be sleeping.
Ian kissed her neck in response.
'I'm sleepy...' she mumbled.
'I'll make it worth your while.'
'Too sleepy', she insisted.
A few seconds pass and Ian started massaging her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
'Okay', he said after a while when she did not respond to his ministrations and continued to lie still. 'But can I get a kiss good night?'
She conceded saying 'One kiss. Just one kiss.'
'Just one kiss', he echoed.
She turned to lie on her back and Ian leaned over her, a leg between hers. He brushed hair off her face and went in for the kiss. It was a gentle kiss, and they let it linger. Ian's lips were soft and warm. Margret liked the feel of his lips against her. Suddenly she did not want it to end.
She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing him to her. Ian let out a quick breath and said, 'I thought you said you were sleepy.'
'I still am. Try and wake me up.'
She could barely see his face, but she knew there was a wicked grin plastered on it. His hand made its way to her breast, squeezing it over her shirt. 'Challenge accepted', he said and leaned down to engage her in a passionate kiss.
His hand moved down, slipping under her shirt. She arched against him when she felt his hand on her bare skin.
He caressed her belly and ran a thumb over where the swell of her breast met her chest. She gave a shudder that prompted him to press his erection into her upper thigh.
Her hands slipped under his shirt and were moving up and down his back as he moved a hand lower to caress her pussy over her panties. Her hips lifted a bit at his touch. A few seconds later, he slipped his hand beneath the waist band and his fingers met her hot wet core. She gave a gasp when his fingers found her clit.
'Still sleepy?' he asked with humor in his voice.
She did not respond. Instead, she placed both hands behind his neck and dragged him down for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth every time he increased the pressure on her clit. She broke the kiss, rolled her head back, and arched up onto him when he slipped two fingers inside her. 'Babe...' she let out in one long sigh.
He bent his head down and licked her exposed neck, making her shudder again. He was rhythmically humping her thigh and he was almost certain that there was a wet spot on his boxers. He was so turned on.
He slipped his fingers out of her pussy and placed them on either side of her hips to pull down her panties. She lifted her hips to help him along and slipped her feet out of the underwear. Once the panties were off, she bent her knees and spread her legs wide for him. Without hesitation, he dove in and licked her. She gave a long moan as he sucked on her clit.
He slipped a finger inside her, curling it towards her g-spot. It elicited the response he was hoping for with her arching her back. He inserted a second finger and began pumping in and out of her. He was relentless about it. At that moment, it didn't matter that all he wanted to do was fuck he brains out. He was determined to make her cum. He enjoyed it too. He loved the taste of her and how wet she got for him.
Margret was animated. Her hips rose to meet his tongue. She was reaching for a climax that was so close. When he started rhythmically pumping both fingers towards her g-spot, she was lost.
Her breathing became ragged and shallow. Both his hands were under her shirt, massaging both breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. She knew she was really wet and she reveled in the thought that Ian knew that. She got turned on by the thought that Ian knew how turned on she was.