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your losses.”
    “Thank you.” Despite myself, my voice shook.
    “So young, so vulnerable.” He caressed my cheek and again
kissed me, his full lips like clouds, his tongue in my mouth, darting like
lightning. I curled my tongue around his and fisted the front of his robes,
dragging him into the woodsy cleft.
    ’Twas big enough for two, and I stuck my boot behind his,
tumbling him gently to the ground with a hand behind his head so he wouldn’t be
hurt. I landed atop him, straddling his hips. His hardness tucked neatly into
my notch and I wriggled, tucking his erection against the sweetest spot.
    “Ahhh…” I stretched out over him, caging his head in my
hands, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, one hand at my
hips and the other in my hair. Our mouths and bodies melded, generating enough
fire, I feared, to ignite the dry duff beneath us.
    He scrabbled for my jodhpurs’ waistband, loosening it, and
his hand slid into my pants, seeking my pussy. One long finger snaked along my
slippery folds and nestled against my clit. I moaned, and Kaldir rolled me
over. He crawled down my body and tore off my breeches, stopped only by my
boots. He lifted my legs high. My ankles were trapped by my pants, my thighs
squeezing my quim, the air cool on my arse.
    He tugged my thighs apart and tongued my core, giving me
long laps from back hole to clit, swirling around the pearl of my desire with
little flicks and nips that made me want to scream—so scream I did, shouting
with ecstasy. He probed my slit with a finger, rubbing the ceiling of my
channel. He found the most hidden, sensitive spot, proving he knew his way around
a woman’s body. Pleasure flooded me as my sex juices drenched his hand, and he
put two, then three fingers inside me.
    “More,” I begged. I writhed with need, desperate to come.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t.”
    He rotated his hand and his knuckles opened me wide while
his thumb pushed my clitoris. I convulsed, wailing as my orgasm tore through
me. He rolled me onto my hands and knees and I knew he wanted to fuck my pussy,
but alas, as much as I wanted to feel his big, hard cock inside me, I could not
let that happen.
    I spun while he was pulling up his robes and I reached for
the drawstring of his trousers. “I want to taste you too,” I said, my voice
husky with desire.
    “Yes!”
    Kneeling in front of him, I tugged at the drawstring and the
cloth fell away, revealing a thick, dark pole, with a sac the color of plums
beneath. He was magnificent, and I leaped to take him in my mouth, first
licking the shining drop at the tip. Viscous and thick, it coated my tongue. I
wrapped my lips around his cock head, taking it in while I pumped my fist
around his shaft.
    He clasped my head in both hands and fucked my face as I
grabbed his tight buttocks for support, enjoying the clench and bunch of his
muscles as he drove in and out of me. I slapped his bottom.
    He cried out, sounding surprised, and pulled away. “What was
that?”
    I leaned back, resting my elbows on the leaf-strewn ground.
“Did it feel good?”
    A crinkle appeared between his brows. “It felt…unexpected.”
    I giggled. He dropped to his knees, his head near my crotch,
and went for my pussy like a starving man, as though he had not brought me to a
screaming orgasm with his tongue just a short time before. My jodhpurs impeded
him but he put a palm on my mound and pressed upward, exposing my clitoris. I
hugged his hips and again took his gorgeous rod in my mouth.
    His soft lips massaged my pulsating clit again, gently, as
though he knew that I needed gentleness after I had come so hard.
    I took him as deeply as I could, until I felt the ridge of
his cock head nudge the hard bone of my palate. My eyes drifted shut and I
swallowed, knowing that the muscles of my mouth and throat would take him
higher. I cupped his sac, tenderly juggling the rounds inside it. The sac
crinkled, drew tight in my hand.
    He groaned