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5: Under the Stars-3

SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT time she woke up. She looked at her position and saw that she had shifted. She was no longer lying next to Bryce but was on top of him. The side of her face rested on his abdomen, the lower half of her body between his legs. At one point, he crossed his legs together, squeezing her tight. They were like a giant tangled pretzel.

She kissed his firm abs, running her lips from across one side to the other. She felt hands on her shoulder and heard him say, ‘Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish.’

She thought about it. Then, thought about it some more. Seconds later she decided, ah what the hell!

She kissed him again.

‘Okay, you got fair warning,’ said the rascal.

She made love to him to the extent of her limited expertise. Growing up nerdy didn’t allow for much practice in this department, but she was no slouch either.

Satisfied that she had given all she had, he pulled her up gently to him. With expert ease, he turned them around, so she was underneath him. They were suspended in mid-air by a paracord, making love. The sense of excitement was heightened by the fact they had to do this carefully, or they would end up on the ground. The awareness made it intense.

He made love to her deliberately, gently, teasingly. There was none of that ‘slam, bam, thank you, ma’am.’ None of the vicious, violent, rough s*x people talked about as the only way to get to Heaven. When he entered her, he moved and gyrated with intense sexuality, hitting her G-spot. She responded by tensing her pelvic muscles, gripping him hard. They had made love a few times before, and he knew she wasn’t faking it. She had hit orgasm so many times one couldn’t possibly fake it.

They climaxed together. Then, she unthinkingly, breathlessly said, ‘Oh my God, what was that all about?’

He paused, raised himself on one elbow, studied her and said, ‘Pixie, if you don’t know what that was all about, then we’re really fucked.’

They laughed.

He had this manly booming laughter that made her laugh even more. She thought it was way too sexy and funny. Then to her horror, she was about to make it hideously funny. She stopped laughing and said, ‘I need to use the toilet.’

He grinned.

‘No problem; the stream is to our left and the bush to our right.’

‘Oh, that’s just bad,’ she said horrified.

‘Nope, this location isn’t remotely bad. You want bad, I can tell you bad. You wanna hear about it?’

‘No,’ she said abruptly, ‘I’d rather not. Okay, help me out of here.’

He did as she asked, but before she turned to do her business, he said, ‘Pixie, don’t go too far ... in case I have to rescue you from dingoes.’

She tensed.

‘What are you doing? Trying to get me constipated?’

‘No, just sayin’ don’t go too far.’

He zipped himself back inside the hammock.

She could still hear him laughing, that merry booming laughter of his. It brought a smile to her face.

Inside the cocoon, Bryce thought that it had been too long since he laughed this much.

I love you, Belle.