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Moaning into the kiss, I sigh with pleasure as his hands roam over my bare hips and legs. As he turns the attention of his kisses to my neck, I sigh. It feels right. Everything about Oz feels like it is supposed to be this way. I can’t explain it.
I want to be near him. I need his comfort and his affection.
I am growing tired of being denied.
We are both willing adults here. I don’t need memories to know that I want this. That I want him.
“Wren,” he breathes against me. I know he wants to stop before he gets carried away.
“Oz, please,” I practically beg. “I want you to,” I whisper into his ear, my yearning evident.
I think that’s what breaks him.
A grumble from his throat surprises me. He forces me to turn around. “Grip the tree,” he directs.
Excitement rings through me.
Not quite how I imagined things, but I am a good listener and do as he tells me. Gently, he kicks my legs apart, giving him full access to me. His wet clothes press into my back, and his lips find the curve of my neck again. I moan as he kisses me. A hand settles on my hip and slips forward, dipping between my legs. I gasp as he touches me.
Stroking between my folds as evidence of my arousal covers his hand, I hear the shudder in Oz’s breath. He knows I want him, but he didn’t expect me to be this ready for him so quickly. His muscles feel tense against me and I realize he is fighting to contain himself and holding back. A thick finger slides inside me. I press my back into him, and my head lolls on his shoulder. Slowly he moves against me, sliding the digit in and out with a teasing pace unbecoming of him.
I tremble against him, my breathing getting heavier, and my mind foggier. Oz sinks a second finger in to join the first. I cry out, unable to stop my hips from bucking against his hand. A chuckle escapes his lips as his free hand settles at my hip, keeping the speed under his control. I can feel his own need behind me. On impulse, I move one hand from the tree and join it with his. Gathering my wetness before slipping my arm behind me, searching for him.
Rewarded with a gasp as I find his shaft, I stroke him in time with his movements. Oz’s thumb draws torturous circles around my clit, avoiding it on purpose. I press down on his hand, grinding myself on him, fucking his fingers. A growling sound escapes his lips, and he nibbles at my throat. I can feel the promise of an orgasm building in my belly.
“Oz,” I beg. His touches are deliberate and cruel and wholly intoxicating.
“I know, baby, I know,” he gasps into my ear.
A pulse of excitement cuts down to my center. I almost lose my mind when he adds another finger. Crying out into the night, my hand around him grows more desperate. Circling him, massaging him, teasing his tip as I try to keep myself present instead of going insane with the pleasure he gives me.
I am so close to completely falling apart.
He begins to stroke my clit now, pressing down. “Oh God,” I cry, the crescendo mounting higher and higher. “Oz,” I moan as the fluttering begins, and I feel myself clamping down on his fingers. His teeth sink into my neck as I explode. Every piece of my body comes unglued, breaking into a million pieces. The crashing sensation as release washes over me almost makes my legs buckle.
“Fuck, Wren,” Oz groans as he shudders against me, warm ropes of his cum shooting into my hand. Panting, his chest presses into my back as he leans against me, blood drips down my neck.
We lay against one another for a few moments, gathering ourselves. When his hand slips from between my legs, I feel empty. I want to have all of him. And memories be damned, I intend on doing so very soon. I won’t let whatever happened to me stall my life when I want to live it so badly.
“Okay,” I say, turning to face him. “I think I’m ready now.”
He laughs at me, pulling me in for another kiss. Sweet and soft this time, the hunger of our need is sated for now.
I am still entirely enthralled by the whole experience. Hurriedly I dress and feel terrible that he is in soaking wet clothes because of my stupidity.
“Sorry that I freaked out,” I apologize. “But thanks for being there for me.”
“I’ll always be here for you, Wren.” He means it. He really does. He will give me anything I desire. All I have to do is ask. This makes me confident that we can move forward with each other if my memories continue to be lost. That thought gives me comfort as we return home.
The warm shower is heavenly, and completely erases the scent of the lake from my body. A knock at the door. It is Oz, I call for him to come in, and feel his arms wrap around me.
Sighing into his hug, I let a moan escape me as he presses his lips to my neck.
“Did you see anything to jog your memory?” He says softly into my hair.
“No,” I frown. I hate this state of not knowing.
“I’m sure it will come in time. I know it’s not happening as fast as you would like, but I will do everything I can to help you regain your memory.” He strokes my hair gently and kisses the top of my head. The sun is beginning to rise, and I am growing very weak and very tired.
