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She knew he would come...
ensuring it with that conversation about weekend plans. She needed this diversion, and he would be perfect. They had been encountering each other during the last while and the intensity of his attraction and emotion was obvious. She hadn’t expected it or encouraged it, but had certainly enjoyed toying with it. His little jealousies and petulance surprised, while his antics to gain her attention definitely amused.

He had spent some time meandering about, watching her and waiting by the trees. She looked at him and he came forward determinedly through the long grass. Her efforts to concentrate and ignore had disintegrate under the onslaught of his scrutiny. She could touch him now, only to feel a sudden need to back away, but , instead, reached up to bring his face down to hers. She had always been in control of the game. The initiative must be hers. The kiss was gentle and brief, followed by another, and then a third that demanded more.

Men aren’t supposed to whimper, he thought. It seemed to long that she had been wandering through his subconscious, dominating his fantasies. His impatience made him abandon all thoughts of formality. He lifted her tight against himself, grasping a handful of hair to pull her head back, her mouth opening in response. He felt her teeth and the pain in his lip, but couldn’t get away. She hung onto his hair, returning his kiss now until they finally broke apart, gasping. His hands were at her thighs, moving upwards along the sides of her body, her dress climbing at the same time. Her breath caught for a moment. Those hands had touched her many times in her mind.

Her head back, she closed her eyes and absorbed every minute sensation. He slowed his ascent, his fingers gently curving round each contour. The rising dress revealed the nakedness he suspected. He slowed again, torturing both of them. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and, as the filmy material brushed the bottom of her breasts, she raised her arms while he pulled the dress over her head, letting it fall to the ground.

A hand drifted down her back, eventually slipping between her legs. She gasped as she was lifted in the air and crushed against him. There was something so intoxicating about, clinging, naked and vulnerable to his clothing. She responded eagerly to his kisses, their mouths open and searching... and then she was on her feet once more.

He leaned down to gather her breasts firmly together in his hands, savaging her nipples with his lips and teeth until they became red and erect. She exclaimed as he dropped to his knees pulling her forward to bury his face in the hair waiting above her quivering thighs. He inhaled the scent of her, and his tongue searched for the taste of her. he moaned with pleasure as she forced her hips forward, urging him further.

He wanted more, lowering her onto the grass. His hands slid beneath her, and as he raised her, she parted her legs to welcome his mouth. her eyes closed to all distractions, her hands resting on his head pressed deep within her thighs. His lips kissed. His tongue probed, massed and manipulated over and over. She had already been so moist and inflamed that too soon she climaxed. Her head arched back and she screamed as the throbbing continued between his persistent lips. He broke away from her efforts to hold him there and rose to his knees, freeing his engorged penis. He drove it into her, pulling her upwards and thrusting down, reaching orgasm almost at once. She felt frustration as he fell off her.

It was as though everything inside her remained expectant and wanting. Laying there beside him, she was encouraged by the sight of his continued erection leaning over to run her finger down its length with urgent whispers for more. She bit his nipples, garnering protests of pain and annoyance. She persisted until he pushed her away and violently kicked off his jeans. He was on his knees again yanking her to him. She fought, hanging onto the grass moving past her head and kicking wildly as she was propelled towards him. He pulled her trashing legs wide apart and she laughed with delight as she felt exposed to the air. She glimpsed his flushed face and glazed eyes before her body rose rapidly upwards, and her drove himself into her again.

They slammed together. She lashed him with words demanding more... make it harder. Her breasts rocked wildly back and forth as the back of her head and shoulders thumped against the ground, her arms reaching out for support. And then he stopped, holding her to him as he yelled while his body arched back for one final spasm. she could feel him release inside her... Feel her own satisfaction and finally calmness. It was over. This time she enjoyed the weight of him on her, stroking and soothing him. It had been deliciously course. There would be time enough later for finesse.