“Scream for me, Anna,” he whispered against her shivering flesh. “I want to know exactly how much you like me doing this to you.”
All her concerns fell away, everything subsumed by the pleasure he was giving her. By the touch of his fingers and tongue. And then suddenly everything was drawing tight inside her and the climax hit her like an earthquake, and she did scream, his name echoing off the walls around them. He didn’t stop.
She was still shivering and half blind with the effects of her orgasm as he settled himself between her thighs. And when he pushed into her, there was only that sense of perfect rightness. Of a completion she’d only ever found in the woods, where she could be herself and be free.
His body on hers was a glory, the heat of him and the slight prickle of hair. His
