Part 3


Breaking away from her, he quickly removes his shirt and lays it down in the grass before returning her back into his arms; slowly lowering her to the ground before joining her.

As he lays down next to her, the grass bending beneath his back, she props herself up on her right-elbow, resting her right ear against her palm.

Locks of her hair brush against his bare chest as she moves to straddle him.

Lowering her mouth to his left ear, he can feel the warm breath as her breathing speeds up and he hears the low-sigh that follows.

Slowly she slides her bottom lip against his neck and chest.

Lazily, she continues down his torso, her loose hair and bikini strings trailing down his body after her lips come to a stop directly above the waistband of his jeans.

The glint of her pale, blue nail polish taunts him as her long, thin fingers toy with the button on his jeans, very slowly undoing them and letting the cool night air fill the void against his skin.

Sitting up and shifting her weight directly onto his arousal, she removes her shirt and reaches back behind herself to release the final string on her bikini top, letting it fall to his belly as she stretches her arms over her head, arching her back before reaching down to remove it.

The chill of the air causes her nipples to harden into tantilizing pearls of heat illuminated by the moon; his arousal straining against the confines of his jeans as he drinks in the site of her.

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