“To make love in the forest, of course. It rejuvenates the land.”
I grin. “It’s rejuvenating me already.”
Lexa laughs, reaching down to the front of my pants and squeezing. “Wow. You’re ready to rock and roll.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say, frowning. “I’ve never been good with a guitar. But I am ready to fuck.”
Lexa giggles as she pulls me down into the soft grass, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. “Will you stop?” she asks.
“Never. Not even if you beg me.”
“Good.”
She covers my mouth with hers, pushing me back onto the ground with my arms trapped behind me. I struggle a bit, but her weight on my shoulders holds me down.
Lexa moans as she explores my mouth with her tongue. I open myself up to her, relaxing in her grip. I’ve learned that she needs this freedom, this control, and I’ve also learned that I love being restrained.
Why anyone would be threatened by the concept of lying helplessly in your lover’s arms and having constant orgasms at their will is completely beyond me.
Lexa makes a sharp sound of frustration as she reaches down, fumbling with my zipper. She gets her fingers tangled and sits up, frowning.
“You want my cock so soon?” I ask, curious. “You don’t want my tongue?”
“Oh, my honey,” she says, biting her lip and looking at me with wide, hungry eyes. “You have the best ideas.”
“That’s why you married me.”
“Okay,” she says, slowly wriggling up my body. “We can go with that, if you like. I won’t mention your fantastic tongue or incredible cock.”
“Well, wait a minute,” I say, struggling involuntarily as I try to gesture, remembering that my arms are trapped. “You can certainly mention them.”
“Shut up,” she says, straddling my face with her thighs. “Use your tongue for something else.”
Lexa leans forward, stroking my hair with one hand as she sits on my face. I try to moan, only manage to mumble, and then give up, opening my mouth and lapping with my tongue.
She rocks back and forth slowly, teasing my scalp with one hand. Every now and then, I forget that I’m restrained and try to grab her ass or her thighs. Then I feel the cutting pressure of the jacket on my arms and fall limp again.
Being restrained just enhances the pleasure, especially like this…
Lexa cries out, thrusting her hips forward. She buries her hand in my hair, pulling on it gently. I lap at her pussy, trying to lick through every fold and crevice and tease every edge with my lips.
She shivers above me, twisting my hair briefly as she comes, grinding on my face as her climax ripples through her. She cries out and almost screams, but the sounds of the carnival nearby are full of such sounds, and I’m not worried anyone will hear us.
Even if they do, what difference does it make? We’re probably not the only couple sneaking out here to bang.
Lexa tumbles off me, falling beside me onto her back. She wraps herself loosely around me, gasping and giggling as she shivers with pleasure.
I sit up, wrestling my jacket off me and rolling over to pin Lexa to the ground.
“Got you!”
“Oh, no,” she moans. “What shall I do?”
“Lie back and enjoy yourself,” I whisper, kissing her gently. She kisses me back, squirming against me as her hands pull my shirt up and stroke my sides.
I grab the edges of her blue dress and tug on it, making her breasts pop out. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face between her huge, soft tits and moan as I devour her, nibbling and kissing trails over her skin until I find her nipples with my lips and suck on them, one after the other.
Lexa writhes under me, gasping as she grabs the back of my head, urging me on. When my cock is so hard that I can’t take another second, I reach down and yank my zipper down, wriggling to get my pants off as I run my hands up Lexa’s thighs.
