"You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing the top of my breasts. His hands settled on my waist, and then even his words and the stars and the trees above were lost to the rhythm of our bodies moving together, to the pure hot flush of pleasure that rose overmybody.
When my orgasm bloomed, my toes curling with my legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers dug deep into his muscular shoulders. He lifted me off the table, his hands tight on my ass, as we shuddered together. The cool night air skated over our bodies, doing little to dull the heat weshared.
I came back to earth slowly, feeling oversensitive now from my powerful orgasm and yet still loving the warmth of his body held against my thighs. I kept one arm looped over his shoulders as I pushed the hair out of my eyes, feelingsuddenlyshy.
We'd really just had sex. In the woods. I was turning into a differentperson.
Or maybe I'd always been a slightly different person than the staid, good girl everyone thoughtIwas.
Rob kissed my neck as he set me back down on the picnic table. I felt the air caressing my body, the breeze that slipped over my nipples and my belly and my swollen sex, and the hard wood under my ass, and the heat of him as he still couldn't stopkissingme.
Being a good girl had always beenoverrated.
