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His hands were urgent, hungry, and she met him with equal fervor. She felt the cool air against her skin, and then his hands were everywhere — cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, trailing down her ribs, shaping her hips.
Then… He lifted her.
She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the thick length of him press against her slick entrance. He carried her to a place where the ground was relatively smooth and set her down with a tenderness that belied the fire in his eyes.
"Lie back," he said.
Elena did.
He knelt between her thighs, his hands smoothing up her legs, spreading her open inch by inch. His gaze was intent, reverent, as he took in the sight of her bare, glistening pussycat. She felt heat climb her cheeks, but she didn't close her legs, didn't hide.
"You're so wet," he breathed. "You really want this."
"I really do. F*ck me!"
