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Nate rolls my pants down, revealing my core. “Oh, my god, Laney. I can smell you.”

I shiver.

He casts my pants to the side, lifts my legs in his arms, and drags his nose along the line of my cleft, inhaling. “Smell so good. Wonder how you taste.”

“Oh, my god, please,” I whimper. “Please, your mouth, I–”

“Mm…I like how much you want me.” He licks my pussy and captures my clit in his mouth.

I squeal and grab the boat railing.

My voice echoes off the water, and I swear a flock of birds flees a tree on the bank.

I slap my hand across my mouth, and Nate peers up at me with delighted shock.

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry! Not at all.” He rests his head on my thigh, his breath teasing my center. “You’re loud. I like that you’re loud.” His icy eyes find mine, a lascivious smile on his lips that both arouses and terrifies me. “Don’t hold back, Laney. Not for me.”

I don’t. And it’s not because I want to please him.

I can’t.

His mouth and tongue are an ecstasy I have never known.

He eats me out with the gentlest ferocity I’ve ever experienced. It’s clear he’s intent on making me come and, fuck, I do. All over his chin and his mouth.

I roar as the orgasm washes over me, not bothering to worry if someone might overhear.

Something about being outside, communing with nature in a way, makes my release more primal and valuable. Like this is what we were meant to be. Animals who desire pleasure.

And so much more.

When Nate lifts his head from my groin, I yank his mouth up to meet mine, devouring his kiss and my essence from his mouth.

“Fuck, I need you inside. Now.”

His hands grip my hips, a wondrous burn. Wants me so bad.

He licks his lips. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD.”

Nate’s eyes widen. “You want me inside? Bare?”

I push my hips up toward his, rubbing myself against his pants. I can feel the ridge of his erection.

Nate whimpers, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, Laney.”

“I want to feel you,” I murmur. “All of you.”

I reach down and grab the closure of his pants. “Get these fucking things off.”

We hurry, a tripping kind of desperation, getting Nate’s pants and underwear off, tossing them aside. When his cock pops free, I gasp.

“What?” He smirks.

“You knowwhat,” I tease back, guiding him by the shoulders so he’s seated on the bench, and I’m standing before him.

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