Her hands caressed his back as he opened her up, like the determined advance guard of the raiding party that his hands formed. They slid gently over the firm flesh. She let her head tilt back onto the earth, catching her lower lip in her teeth as his tongue licked around the areola of her breast and his hand cupped her sex.
She gasped for breath as he began rubbing gently, slapping the softer parts of her body rhythmically, like the slap of the lake's waves against the bow of a distant fishing boat. Her whole body shook as his finger reached down behind her sex, to penetrate the entrance to another tight hollow, more protected and more secretive even than the moist groove between her thighs. She hissed a sharp breath as his thumb pressed into her suddenly now, the rapid penetration leaving her gasping, jerking and moaning aloud.
His index finger touched the pink pucker of her behind, teasing and tickling as his thumb pumped in and out of her and her body moved with that devilish thumb that dove into her wetness even as she would have dived into the lake.
P-please," she gasped, her body on fire.
"Yes, my sweet? What would you care to sample?"
"Everything......anything," she moaned as he leant back and watched her writhe, her face flushed. She licked her now dry lips as he motioned her to unbutton him with a commanding gesture. She sat up, her small hands moving to the buttons of his breeches, undoing them slowly. He knelt over her, his shadow, obscuring her from the sun. She peeked up as him as she slid the breeches open. His breathing slowed as he gazed down lovingly at her.
"M....May I touch you?"
"You have permission," he responded, his voice powerful and enabling, though scarcely a whisper. Her soft hands reached for his throbbing shaft, a toy in her hands. Little fingers gently slid up and down the base, feeling the rigidity. He looked down at her kneeling before him, watching her slowly pulling it free, then sliding her whole hand up and down, her thumb slipping over the head slowly. She leant down ever so slow and he watched the accentuating curve of her back as she began to flick the impudent shaft with her tongue, letting her wet laving swirl up and down.
He gazed at the curls of her bobbing head until the sheer pleasure of her hard working lips forced him to close his eyes, just as her mouth wrapped around the tip, slipping it slowly in. He allowed himself to run the palms of his hands down er back to her bottom and back up slowly. She let him slide into her deeper and deeper, her lips moving round the shaft, vibrating with her throaty moans.
"Such an accommodating girl, aren't we?" he said gleefully, watching her continue to suck the shaft into her warmth before letting it slide out until only the bulbous tip was contained.
She looked up briefly and then let her eyes lower, her hands resting on his thighs. He smiled down at her, loving the sight that greeted his eyes as she continued to move her mouth up and down in a steady rhythm. The view of her warm lips on his hardness made him palpitate with desire, a sensation reflected in the way her fingers opened and closed over his thighs.
The maleness throbbed in her mouth as his hands reached down to cup her bottom, pressing her to her task. She took him ever deeper, stopping, then slowly sliding his shaft in further. He watched the sucking cheeks hollowed for his pleasure as she moved her mouth up and down the now wet shaft.
"Would you have the seed in your mouth?" She heard him ask and looked up, answering with her eyes before returning to her pleasures and resuming her suckling.
"You are a greedy little thing," he laughed and moved his thighs with gusto, moaning as she sucked harder, groaning and unable to resist her passion, particularly when she slid her hands around him. Her nails bit into the backs of his thighs and he gasped, his voice taken away by that deep throat engulfing him and his fertile emissions.
"You are wonderful, my dear," he exhaled."But, it is your turn again?"
She smiled around the throbbing shaft, before letting it slip from her her lips, sitting back and looking up at him and falling back among the cushions that servants had left at their disposal. He spread her thighs and lay between them to kiss her sex, but she giggled and pushed him away.
"You will spoil this creature with too much passion," she laughed, clutching a towel, standing and then letting it drop at her feet, before turning, running and diving into a patch of tall grass by the shallow waters of the lake. He turned and watched her rolling about, knowing how the cool grasses would calm her body.
She glanced over her shoulder, eyes shining, before closing her eyes and turning over in the grass. She plucked at a blade idly, saying to herself, but out loud: "If only wishes were dreams yet to be dreamed"
"And dreams are just wishes still to come true," his voice echoed back to her, or rather murmured in her ear, too proximate for an echo. She opened her eyes to find herself looking up into the piercing green of his gaze. He picked her up and carried her down to the blanket spread by the shore, adding as he deposited her gently on the blanket: "Let's dream this day into a wish of romance."
"Mmmmm, a wonderful dream, full of passion and love," she empathised, glancing up at him, standing over her. She sat back on the blanket, tossing back her head laughing. She let her toes curl in the green grass and lay right back in his shadow, sighing, as he knelt to taste her wetness: "And you are wonderful, full of passion and love, too."
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