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you. I feel close to you. Is this how it is?” I wondered as I looked at Yeager’s naked body. He was sexy. There was no doubt about that. I felt a pleasant tingle between my thighs as I stared at him.
     
    “I suppose. That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. We are connected. I don’t know why or how but we are. I didn’t choose you. You didn’t choose me. Whether it was pure chance or fate or whatever, it just is,” Yeager tried to explain but left me with even more questions. But I didn’t question the way I felt for him. I couldn’t. Maybe under different circumstances I might have balked at his story, I might have been harder to convince but I had this thrust upon me and I couldn’t deny my feelings even if I wanted too.
     
    “Make love to me, Yeager. I need you and I don’t care why right now. All I know is I need you,” I said. Yeager drank me in with his eyes as he knelt on the grass next to me. I felt his lust and desire as he looked me over. “I’ve never had sex outside like this,” I told him.
     
    “I almost always have sex outside,” he replied as he reached out and ran his hand over my belly and then cupped my breasts.
     
    “Doggie style?” I asked playfully and then took his wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth. I licked his finger before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it.
     
    “Yeah, something like that,” Yeager said breathlessly as his free hand disappeared between my thighs and found my velvet folds and swollen nub. I sighed as I let go of Yeager’s finger. He stroked my face softly as he fondled my sex. His manhood was rigid and straining against itself. He was a magnificent man, muscular, firm and fit. He wore a few tattoos including a prominent one on his chest. Yeager’s hand moved to stroke my hair and then he wrapped his hand around my raven curls and he bent to kiss me.
     
    This time, however, Yeager thrust his tongue into my mouth and I eagerly accepted it, sucking it greedily. My lust overwhelmed me as his fingers pushed into my sopping tunnel and I reached for his broad shaft and began to stroke it. There was only Yeager. The trees and lake, the mountain air warmed by the sun and the soft grass all disappeared. It was just the two of us and we were all that mattered.
     
    “I need you in me,” I gasped as I pushed Yeager away. His eyes flared and I knew I was in for something special I had yet to experience in my short life. No tryst with a clumsy teenaged boy would compare to what Yeager was about to do to me. No human man could pleasure me like Yeager. I was sure of it.
     
    “Seven years I’ve waited. I almost gave in many times and came to claim you. If it wasn’t for the principles my kind live by I would have. It’s only the laws and traditions of man that leads us to wait. A hundred years past, I would have taken you the moment I saw you and made you mine,” Yeager told me. His breathing was deep and quick. So was mine. I should have been disturbed by the idea of him taking me when I was but a girl, but I wasn’t. I honestly wished at that moment that he had.
     
    “You should have. But that’s past. You can make up for lost time now,” I assured him. Yeager growled, an inhuman sound that made my blood boil. Yeager pulled his fingers from me and sucked my essence from them before he roughly parted my thighs and positioned himself between them. He seized my wrists and pinned them to the grass, his shaft positioned inches from me. “Do it!” I urged, needing him like this, raw, wild and unbridled, and Yeager obliged.
     
    Yeager impaled me with his hardness, parting me with his girth and filling me with his considerable length. I gasped at the welcome intrusion and arched to accept Yeager fully. The look of utter satisfaction that crossed his face was echoed in my own. Yeager began to thrust, his need driving him. His hard body slammed into my soft figure over and over as the tension built within me. I found it hard to catch my breath as I