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back,
negotiating the hooked clasp of her bra. He defeated it quickly and
her breasts sprang free. After finally ending their kiss, he drew
back to look at her. She reluctantly pulled her fingers from his
jeans so she could shake her bra completely off, and he groaned at
the sight.
    Free of her bra, she turned her attention to
the single brass button that gleamed above the tented fabric of his
jeans, restraining him. It came undone easily, eager to be free of
the strain, and she pinched the zipper between her thumb and
forefinger.
    The thin fabric of his underwear did little
to veil his erection. It stretched the material, every bit as
mouth-wateringly sizeable as it’d felt. She gripped the elastic
waistband and pulled down. His cock rose and extended to bridge the
gap between their bodies, the thick tip resting against her belly.
Butterflies exploded into flight in her stomach, and her skin
seemed to burn where the head of his cock pulsed against it. The
heat spread quickly from her head to her toes, tightening her
nipples and dampening her panties. A shiver of delight ran down her
spine as his hands skimmed her sides.
    He cupped her breasts, raising them and
letting them spill over the edge of his palms. Then he bent,
lowering himself to the level of her chest, and pressed his open
mouth over her nipple. His tongue flicked across the tight bud,
sending another shiver down her spine. When she moaned he closed
his lips around it, drawing it in, reducing it to a hard little
pearl in the soft flesh of his mouth.
    She quivered, and her knees buckled.
    He’d been prepared. He settled to the ground
with her, cradling her as they descended.
    She didn’t resist. Instead, she buried one
hand in his hair, cupping the smooth curve of his skull while her
other hand dipped below his waist again. It wasn’t hard to find his
stiff cock. When she grasped it he raised his head to meet her
eyes, leaving her nipple to gleam wetly in the morning light
filtering down through the forest canopy above. It was too soon –
her breasts tingled, aching for more of his touch. She gripped a
handful of his hair and guided him back to her chest.
    He favored her other breast this time,
tracing a circular pattern around the edge of her areola with the
tip of his tongue, warming it with his breath. ‘Tease,’ she gasped,
and he lifted his tongue from her skin, only to descend again and
lick her breast roughly, dragging the smooth expanse of his tongue
over her nipple. She arched her back against the ground, and one
corner of his mouth turned up into a devious smile.
    ‘Oh,’ she gasped. It was almost a whisper,
but it was as if her small sound had driven him to the edge of
restraint. He pressed his mouth against her nipple again,
abandoning any pretense of delicacy. He was persistent with his
tongue, both rough and soft at once.
    She arched her back again against the forest
floor, forcing it deeper into his mouth. ‘No,’ she groaned when he
stopped, biting the end of her nipple sharply before releasing it
altogether, ‘don’t stop.’ She tightened her hold on his hair and
pulled, but he was stronger than her. He silenced her by popping
off another button – the one that secured the waistband of her work
pants. He made short work of the zipper, yanking it down and
folding back the corners of the parted fabric like origami paper to
expose her pale pink cotton panties. The sight of his fingertips
against the material triggered a flashback from the wet dream she’d
had in the car, and heat flooded her cheeks as her clit throbbed,
aching for his touch.
    She kicked off her shoes and wiggled
helpfully as he seized the folds of fabric around her ankles and
pulled, anxious to shed her clothing and let him cover her instead
with his body. When her pants lay in a rumpled pile, she flung her
arms around his neck, pulling him down on her. He ground his hips
against her, rubbing his cock against the exquisitely sensitive
mound beneath the scant fabric of