Lynn's POV
The next time is on the grass.
We collapsed together onto the soft moss, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his c**k still buried deep inside, our mixed fluids slowly leaking out, warm and sticky. My long chestnut-brown hair fanned across his chest, his short brown hair damp with sweat.
But our desire burned like wildfire through the woods, impossible to quench. Logan’s blue eyes still glowed with that tender yet fiery love as he whispered against my ear, his voice husky and full of longing.
My body already heating up once more, and we began to roll.
We tumbled gently off the moss and onto the wide, open grass. The moment my back met the earth, the crushed blades released a burst of rich, living scent—fresh green sweetness mixed with cool dew and the deep, earthy musk of
