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I want you naked. His urgent whisper echoed her thoughts.
Not bothering with all her buttons, he unfastened the first few, then pulled her top off
over her head. He stood and kicked his shorts aside before spreading her shirt across the
rock. He tugged off his shirt and placed it beside hers. This left only their footwear and her
pants.
The ground is pretty rough, he muttered. We better leave our shoes on.
Our feet need protection from the ground? She glanced from the clothing draped
rock to their feet and back. How do you intend to do this?
I intend to sit on this rock and watch the most amazing woman I ve ever met pleasure
me with her mouth. Beyond that, we ll decide together. He sat on the edge of the rock, arms
braced to the side, legs spread, waiting.
The sun bathed his body in golden light, accenting the streaks in his hair and the raw
power of his physique. Her insides awakened, melting with anticipation and need. She shed
her pants and dropped them between his feet, kneeling on the thin barrier.
His intent stare was arousing and intimidating. Was he comparing her to his other
lovers? Or was he simply anxious for her to begin? She chose to believe the later and reached
out her hand. With his clothing gone there was so much more to explore. She ran her hands
up his calves and over his knees. The faint sprinkling of hair tickled her fingers. Dipping her
thumbs into the bend beneath his knees, she watched his face. She was sensitive here. Did
her caress please him?
He scooted closer, resting against the outcropping, rather than actually sitting on it.
She caressed his thighs and hips, watching him harden further and flush. He didn t rush her;
he let her discover and tease.
By the time she closed her fingers around his cock, it was rock hard and throbbing. She
bent to him, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. His animalistic groan sent a
wave of lust cascading through her body. No wonder he d enjoyed licking her. Giving
pleasure was as thrilling as being aroused.
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She sucked on the wide, flared head, swirling her tongue over and around as her lips
created a snug seal. He made another needful sound and pushed his hands into her hair. She
expected him to take control, to fuck her mouth until he spilled his seed down her throat.
Arching slightly, his ass lifted off the rock then relaxed. His hands remained in her
hair, but he made no move and issued no command. Her excitement intensified, trust
sweetening the desire already boiling within her. He would force nothing upon her. They
would make this journey together.
Her lips loosened and she slid her mouth farther down his shaft. Even with her head
tilted back, she couldn t take all of him. She cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his
shaft with the other.
Orillia had given her detailed instructions and Serena had seen the act performed
countless times. Still, imagining something was never the same as actually doing it. Just the
head of his cock almost filled her mouth. How was she ever going to get him into her throat?
I don t want to come like this. He tried to pull out of her mouth.
She d barely started. There was no way she was stopping now. Bobbing her head, she
savored the contrast of hard flesh and soft skin, masculine power and utter vulnerability.
Sucking firmly as she reached the tip, she stroked the sensitive crease where the tiny
slit formed. A salty, sweet liquid coated her tongue. He tasted like firmine wine and
something she couldn t quite define. How was that possible? Orillia had warned her to
expect a sharp, distinctly salty gush. Had he released his seed? She d expected there to be
more fluid.
Stop! Moving his hands to her shoulders, he pushed her back. His cock fell free from
her mouth, still fully erect. I m almost impossible to swallow. I d rather come inside you
anyway.
You were inside me. She challenged him.
You know what I mean. His chest heaved and his cheeks were as flushed as the head
of his cock.
We drank firmine wine with our midday meal. Why does your& You taste like
wine.
Don t do this now. He pulled her to him, hiding his expression with the proximity of
their bodies. Can t we just enjoy each other?
Did I imagine the taste? She wasn t sure why it was important, but some inner voice
made her persist.
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Chapter Seven
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