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web belt so I could undo the pants. Fatigues weren't the sexiest clothes I'd ever worn, and there
simply wasn't any way to take them off in a seductive manner. Shane's eyes gave away his lust for me,
even as he held himself still, watching me disrobe.
Despite our isolated location, there was something exciting and nerve-wracking about taking my
clothes off in the middle of the day, outside. When I stood above Shane in panties and a sports bra, I
stopped.
"Your turn," I said.
Shane grinned and stood up, peeling off his shirt and pants in record time, and then we were both
clutching each other, clad in underwear by the riverbank. His arms were hard and comforting around
me, his erection bulging between us. I reached beneath his boxers and touched him, took his cock in
my hand and sighed at the feel of him.
He peeled my bra off, kissing my shoulders and then my chest, and then the taut skin next to my
erect nipples. He knelt down in front of me and pulled my panties down with two fingers at each hip,
touching his mouth to my hips when they were bare. He pushed himself between my legs so I was
standing with my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands on his shoulders.
He caressed the globes of my ass with his hands, then whisked his fingers around my hips to
spread my thighs apart and covered my damp lower lips with his mouth. I gasped and my knees shook
as he dipped his tongue into me, circling my hard, sensitive nub and then flicking it with the tip of his
nimble, tireless tongue. He continued to lick my clit as he slipped a finger into me, one at first,
grazing my entrance and gliding inside, curling around to touch my walls, then a second.
He probed and licked me until the trembling in my knees grew too much to bear, and then he
caught me in his arms and lowered me to the ground. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he put his face
back to me and drove me to the edge of orgasm.
I gasped when his finger, moistened with my juices, slipped out of my pussy and searched the
stretch of skin behind it until he found my other opening, tight and hard. He brushed it at first, just a
teasing touch, slicking it with my own moisture, and then he began to put subtle pressure on it,
wiggling his finger until the opening stretched wider, little by little. I moaned at the sensation, feeling
the orgasm bending and burgeoning in me. I planted my knees and lifted my hips, giving him better
access.
"Do you want me, there?" I said, breathless. "Do you want to take me in the ass?"
Shane looked up at me, still working his finger deeper inside me, centimeter by centimeter. "Yes,
but not yet. Not here, not now." He lifted an inquisitive eyebrow. "Do you want me to? Does this feel
good?"
I could barely speak past the rising pressure inside me, but I managed to answer. "I like...I like
what you're doing. But...I'm not...I'm not sure I could take you. You're so big..."
Shane chuckled as he put his mouth back to my pussy and licked again, slow upward swipes. "You
could take me. Eventually. I'd be gentle, and careful."
"I know you would..." I gasped.
Just before the pressure ballooned open inside me, I took his face in my hands and pulled him up
to me.
"I want you inside me," I told him. "I need you closer to me."
He lowered himself onto me, supporting himself on his forearms, kissing me. I found his cock with
questing fingers and guided him in, savoring the tender slip and slide of his throbbing shaft. He
breathed my name as he began a rhythm, pushing into me as slowly as he could. He was trembling
with need, his body shaking above me as he controlled his strokes to be barest pressure inside me,
infinitesimal nudges further into me and back out.
I held myself still as long as I could, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. The pressure inside
me was building again, having tapered off when I pulled him up to me, but now it rebuilt its
momentum; Shane's strokes into me quickened as my breath came in ever more ragged gasps, and then
my legs floated up of their own accord to wrap around his flexing buttocks and pull him closer, draw
him into me, encouraging him to move deeper. He hadn't gone all the way in, yet, keeping himself
shallow and slow.
"Harder now, Shane, please," I whispered to him, unable to summon the breath for louder speech.
"Oh, god, yes," he said, plunging deeper with each syllable, drawing the first vocalized moan from
me.
He rolled with me, pulling me on top of him, circling his arms around me. I tried to sit up and lean
back, but he thrust deeper every time I moved, going deeper and deeper, and I couldn't keep myself
upright. All I could do was collapse my weight onto his chest and roll my hips with his, crush my
core against him.
His bulk beneath me, his arms around me, his voice in my ear, speaking my name with something
like reverence...I found the weight of fear retreating at his presence, the hard core of built-up terror
softening.
I'd cried at the intensity of our lovemaking before, but this time it was different. My climax was a
slow build, my tumble over the edge into wild abandon an inevitable fall into familiar comfort. It was
like falling backward into a soft bed, the explosions within my body nurtured and furthered by Shane's
relentless attention, his hands and teeth at my nipples, his lips on mine, his affection seeming to be
everywhere at once and all over me as I came with him. I wept, then, when I felt him release inside
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