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his need for me evident against my stomach.
    He dropped to one knee in front of me, undoing my jeans, sliding them down my legs to my feet. He pulled off one boot, then the second, then my socks. My toes relished the feel of the soft ground beneath my bare feet. Then he was pulling my jeans fully off.
    He looked up at me and groaned in desire. He moved his head forward to start kissing along my thigh, running his tongue along the edges of my panties. I leant back against the trunk, nearly fainting with desire, the rough bark tantalizing my skin.
    He hooked a finger around each side of my panties, then slowly, languorously, he pulled them down until my sex was revealed. He let them drop to the ground. I stepped out of them, and he looked up at me, his breath going out of him. The moonlight shone, silver, on my naked body, and my nipples stood hard, ready, eager for him. The only thing I wore was my Saint Michael’s medallion glistening at my breast.
    I reached for him, my throat all but closed up with passion. “Oh, Sean.”
    His eyes swirled with emotion, and then his lips moved to my sex. The impact of his tongue rolled my head back against the trunk, and my hands came down to twine in his hair. His fingers kneaded my ass, squeezing, pinching, as his tongue danced against my hard clit. I could feel my juices easing down my leg as his tongue picked up speed, as his hands squeezed and urged me on.
    I held in my moans with every ounce of energy I had, but one finally escaped me, shuddering my body.
    He looked up at that, his lips glistening. His eyes shone in the moonlight. “I want to hear you.”
    I flushed. In all the years I’d been with Derek, I had trained myself to be silent. Not that there were many times that I reached orgasm, with his self-centered approach to sex. But both of our apartments had thin walls, and he hadn’t wanted anybody else to hear any noise I made.
    I’d never had sex without muffling my reactions.
    He pinched my ass, and I groaned at the sensation, craving more. His eyes held mine.
    “The nearest house is miles away. There’s nobody to hear you. I want you set free.”
    He brought one hand around, maintaining his gaze, then slid two fingers up inside me.
    The pleasure of it nearly sent me over the edge. I leant back and a low, guttural groan coursed from me.
    “That’s my Kay,” he murmured. “Sing for me.”
    He pressed his fingers in deeper, and my groan was lower, richer. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how beautiful you are.”
    I sucked in his fingers, swirling my tongue around them, and he groaned in response, pushing his head back into my sex. His tongue moved into action, and my body danced with his motions, arcing, pulsing, with his fingers in my mouth, his hand on my ass, his tongue delving and swirling, sucking and pulsing.
    Suddenly I could feel the crest build and I dug my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He brought both hands back to support me from my ass, pulling me in hard, driving his tongue deep inside me. The waves rose, rose, carrying me with them, and then they were crashing, exploding like fireworks, and my groans shook through my body, filling my soul, tremoring every corner of my being.
    My knees wobbled, and Sean’s hands moved under my arms, lowering me down to kneel before him.
    I put my hands on either side of his face, my breathing slowing from its breathless heights. I drew his mouth into mine for a long, heartfelt kiss. Time drifted away.
    When I finally drew back, I stared at him in amazement.
    “I had no idea,” I breathed. “No idea at all.”
    He ran a hand through my hair, his gaze caught on mine. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “You deserve so much.”
    I put my hands on his hips and pulled left. He drew to his feet at my urging, and in a moment I had him placed against the same apple tree that had recently supported me. I stayed kneeling before him, and began undoing his belt