There was a moment when she had struck a certain pose that I knew I couldn’t wait another minute to take her. Her full mane had trailed down, obscuring her back. Her body, filthy and covered in sand, looked as wild and free as the rocks and leaves behind her.
…I let my sweater fall open and then pulled my white tank slowly up to rest above my breasts, the cold air whipping my nipples to full attention with one breezy caress. He smiled and took a step forward, watching with a predatory stare as I zigzagged my fingers over my breasts and down my stomach, circling my navel twice before gliding my hand below the waste of…
