Nicholas and I traded lazy kiss after lazy kiss until our backs ached and the sun crept above the tree line. We’d chased passion all night long, again and again. Despite my continuous begging, Nicholas never took me in the dirt. Though he’d given me pleasure in nearly every other way.
My body was pleasantly sore. I really needed a bath and a nap. Maybe a good meal.
The wild feeling, I supposed, was wearing off somewhat, and reality was returning.
“We should head back,” Nicholas said.
He was naked. I was too. Our clothes definitely went flying sometime in the night. We laughed as we went searching for them now.
“I found your panties,” he said and tossed them to me. I found my bra on a low-hanging tree branch. Nicholas pulled on his pants.
“Do you see my dress?” I asked.
He stopped
