(1) Learn How To Love

(Lemon) Camping: Part Two

"I'm ready," you whispered with half-lidded eyes.

"Are you sure?" Steven asked. And although the tent was completely dark underneath the night sky, you could still picture his face, and you could imagine his eyes laced with concern.

"Yes."

Steven slowly pulled his fingers out, kissing you deeply. As he pulled away, he took your hand and held it in his. You squeezed it tightly while Steven slowly eased his way into you. You gasped for air and whined quietly when you felt him push all the way inside.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his voice a sensual murmur.

You breathed heavily; "keep going."

"Okay," he whispered. And just like he did whenever you would hold hands, he gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You smiled.

"I love you," you whispered, and you loved saying it.

You weren't sure if you were imagining it, but at the time, you could've sworn you felt him get even harder after you said that.

"I love you too," he mustered. "God, I love you so much."

You smiled, overcome by so much love and lust for him that you couldn't take this slow burn shit anymore. You didn't care how tight it felt to have him inside you, you couldn't wait one more second.

"Show me," you muttered, bringing your voice down to a slightly lower register.

You couldn't see him, but Steven blushed furiously under the cover of darkness.

"Please," you whispered.

Steven leaned forward, so, so, slowly. Almost pulling out of you completely, he placed his lips onto yours, kissing you lightly, before pushing himself back in again. Lips intertwined, you moaned into his mouth, encouraging him. In and out, over and over, Steven went deeper and deeper with each thrust, passionately pounding into you.

Steven sloppily left hot kisses up and down your neck. Dragging his tongue across your collarbone, Steven seemed to be trying to cover every inch of your body with his love. He kissed his way down to your breasts, taking your bra in his teeth.

With shaking hands, you peeled your bra off and over your head, struggling against your skin which was damp with sweat.

As soon as they were free, Steven took your breasts in his hands, massaging them lovingly. You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to wonder how he was so easily multitasking. Rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, you moaned as he thrusted deeper. Everything sort of... clicked into place all at once. As Steven moved faster and faster, you felt a tingling sensation and a warm glow in your belly.

"I- hhh, I don't- I don't think I can... hhh..." Steven panted heavily, struggling to get the words out. You whined in pleasure, almost crying tears of ecstasy as he suddenly started going much faster. Like, impossibly fast. You panted heavily, sweat dripping down your brow. Through your squinted eyes you could make out Steven above you, eyes shut tightly in pure bliss. Mouth hanging open, he shuddered a groan and finished, collapsing beside you.

"Woah," he breathed, after at least 30 seconds of catching his breath.

"That..." you panted, completely stunned. "Was that... a gem thing? People can't like... move that fast, can they?"

"Definitely a gem thing," Steven chuckled breathlessly. "Did you...?"

"I- uh, almost," you stammered, embarrassed. "Sorry."

"Woah, hey. Don't apologize," Steven sat up on his side to look at you meaningfully. "Y'know, only like... 30% of people with vaginas can orgasm from penetration alone."

"Steven..." you whispered, propping yourself up to face him. "How the fuck do you know that?"

After a moment of silence, and out of pure avoidance to answer the question, Steven slowly got out of the bed and lowered himself down to his knees.

You couldn't help but laugh at his goofy ass.

But as Steven caressed your lower belly, kissing you just below your belly button, you stopped laughing. You closed your eyes and smiled lightly in anticipation, feeling his warm exhale between your thighs. Steven squeezed your thighs gently as a warning before trailing his tongue down from your clit to your entrance. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt the area heat up, your discharge dripping down your legs.

You felt Steven smile against you. He loved the sounds you made. He took it as encouragement and began moving his tongue in circular motions around your clit, sucking on it simultaneously. You moaned and gripped the blanket underneath you, arching your back. Steven glanced upward and took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. You weren't sure why, but the gesture was just... so sweet that it made you want to cry.

With your free hand, you ran your fingers through Steven's hair as he quickened the pace. Your grip on his hand tightened, and you found yourself tugging on his hair. You felt him moan against you in response. Just like how he loved your sounds, you absolutely adored his.

Because unlike other guys, Steven wasn't afraid to moan in his girl's ear.

With his free hand, Steven dragged his fingertips up your inner thigh and did exactly what you wanted him to do with them. One finger, then two, Steven pumped them in and out, over and over, all while working on your clit with his tongue.

You panted heavily, whining with every exhale to Steven's pleasure. The overstimulation was killing you, his mouth and his fingers moving faster by the second. You felt that familiar knot grow in your stomach as you tightly squeezed Steven's hand in yours. Without even noticing, your other hand, tangled in Steven's hair, pushed his face deeper between your thighs.

Between his fingers, his tongue, and the vibrations of the moan he let out, you felt it all peak at your climax. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned as you rode it out, legs quivering. Steven rubbed circles on the back of your hand with his thumb to comfort you. You felt everything fall limp as your orgasm ended, leaving you with a euphoric high.

"Holy shit," was all you could manage to say. And even that was difficult to get out in between your ragged breaths. Steven waited for you to catch your breath and laid down next to you, still holding your hand.

"Hey," he whispered, barely turning his head towards you.

"Yeah?" you blissfully stared at the nylon ceiling of the tent, not a care in the world.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."