Burning Up

I gave a long, drawn-out moan and found my back arching so far I nearly bent in half backward. My body acting with a volition of its own in reaction to the immense pleasure ripping through me.

His hand, which had been scooping my buttocks slid up between my legs to support my back. His chin still working my slit was nearly propped on his own shoulder.

He adjusted his feet and knees in a smooth motion. Sliding sideways and pivoting me in a semi-circle as he turned sideways, angling my body so I rotated on my one heel and guiding me down to the moss and leaf-coated forest floor.

My other leg still draped over his shoulder as his face was burrowed in the crux of my thighs. Pleasuring my woman's core.

He somehow managed to do all of this, without missing a moment of what he was doing. Without separating his mouth from where he suckled my inner lips. Dragging his tongue along the edge of each inner lip until I was panting with pleasure.