“Shoes,” he ordered. “Take ‘em off.”
I kicked the ugly moccasins off and they went flying over his head.
He grinned. “Shirt off. Show me what you got.”
I pulled the t-shirt up from the bottom and let it slide down my arm to drop at my feet. An answering wetness started between my legs when he reached down and put his hand on his crotch, pulling at it a little and adjusting it. I’d never before been turned on by the idea of a man touching himself, but yep, it was happening now. Big time.
“Bra.” He dropped to his side on the blanket, one hand propping up his head and the other stroking the front of his jeans. The bulge underneath was impossible to miss.
I raised an eyebrow at his command. I thought for sure the shorts were going to be next. I shrugged. If he wanted to see me naked from the waist up, who was I to argue? Reaching behind me, I unclasped the only thing keeping my naked breasts from being exposed to the whole world. I’d never been without clothes in public before and I expected to hate it, but as the air touched my skin, I suddenly felt wild and free; like I was taking a risk and loving every minute of it.
“Jesus, you have a nice rack.”
I laughed. “A nice rack? Wow, that’s sexy. What am I, a deer?” It was kind of sexy, having my womanly parts referred to in such a man’s way. I reached up and put my hands underneath them, pushing them up a little and rubbing the last vestiges of heat away.
“Better stop doing that,” he said, his face going dark, his hand stilling its movements on his jeans. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and he looked like a lion considering whether to attack its prey.
My hands froze. “Why?” I asked the question, but I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear him say what his expression was already telling me.
“Because I’m not done with the strip tease, but if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to tackle you.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “Fine.” My hands fell to my hips. “What’s next?”
“Shorts. But turn around. I want to see that ass.”
I spun, losing my balance a little and giggling as I worked on the button and got my feet back under me. Once they were unzipped and on their way down, sliding over the roundest part of my rear end, I looked at him over my shoulder.
He was hypnotized, staring at me with his hand rubbing his crotch slowly. Maybe I should have been shocked at his blatant male behavior, but instead, I was turned-on beyond rational thought. To think that he was getting so turned on just by seeing my naked body was blowing my mind. I’d always gotten undressed in the dark, self-conscious about my flaws. Here with him in this bright meadow, I felt like the goddess of sex.
The shorts hit the ground at my feet and I stepped out of them.
I was facing away from him again, wearing nothing but my panties.
“What’s next?” I asked, my voice carrying out into the clearing in front of me.
I heard a rustling, and before I could react, he was behind me on his knees. His face was against my lower back, kissing me while he held onto my hips with his strong hands. My legs trembled as his thick fingers hooked into the top of my panties and slowly dragged them down.
“I want… I want…” I tried to use words to express my desires, but they wouldn’t collect in my head properly. Every time I attempted to form a coherent thought, he licked my skin and then kissed it - sometimes with a feathery lightness and other times with a strong suction that would leave a mark - leaving me senseless once again.
“What do you want, sexy girl?” He turned me around by the hips, forcing me to face him.
I looked down at his face, burying my hands in his hair at the sides of his head, running my fingers into the thick, sweaty, wavy mass. “I want … you.” My face was flushed with passion. Seeing him down there and fully dressed with nothing between his mouth and my naked lower body was enough to make me have a heart attack.
He moved closer, wrapping his arms around my backside and leaning in towards me. I gasped as his tongue touched my folds, going right inside without hesitation to sear me with its wet heat.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, looking down at his head, feeling it move under my hands as he worshipped my body. My legs shook and I went from holding on for pleasure to holding on for support. I would have fallen without his strong shoulders to keep me up.
I moaned as his tongue found my most sensitive places and my folds became swollen with need. Slick wetness gathered, prompting my desire to feel more of him between my legs. “Mack … please.”
He leaned back and spoke in a dangerous voice. “Lie down.”