As he slowly kissed a path along my jaw, I turned my head back towards him, guiding his path to my lips. I dropped the stick to the floor and reached my hand up to his cheek and touched his jaw line, running my fingers through his hair to the nape of his neck.
I lightly brushed my hand along his arm and gently grasped his hand on my shoulder, leading it down to my breasts. When he understood what I wanted, he let out a low groan, his body tightened and his manhood hardened between us, throbbing into my lower back. He placed his other hand on my hip and pressed into me like he needed me, sliding his hand to my front, over my lower abdomen and caressing it sensually.
"You'll be the death of me." His erotic breath melted my body. I quickly turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He lowered his body, untying his cloak, without removing his lips from mine, and laid it over the grass. He placed an arm behind my back and slowly laid me down on it, taking off my clothes, one by one.
