spread out across the tent floor—huge, fluffy, very much like the one that had been in the plane—with roses scattered around the edges. Sunlight filtered dimly through the tent canvas, illuminating the whole thing with a warm, golden glow. Like a bower, April thought, amazed.
As she leaned in, she felt Nathan's warm bulk settle over hers. He kissed his way across the nape of her neck, and slid his big hand under her jacket, running his palm across the gentle curve of her stomach. "Like it?" he asked.
"It's great." She twisted around to kiss him. "What did you do, buy out the entire florist's department?"
"Every rose they had," he admitted. "North edge of the Canadian tundra is not really great for roses. But I wanted to make this special for you."
April kissed his nose and then poked him in the side. "Our first time was wonderful, you silly, romantic jerk."
"April, I made love to you under a tarp after crashing our plane in the remotest part of Canada. Nothing about that is romantic."
April laughed. "It felt pretty good to me."
"Well," he said, pushing her gently down onto the sleeping bag, "let's see if we can make it better."
She grinned helplessly, looking up at him kneeling above her, straddling her hips. "Just the one sleeping bag, huh?"
"It worked pretty well for us before."
April began to unbutton her shirt, but Nathan gently moved her hands away. "Let me," he breathed. "We have all the time in the world. I want to take my time with all of you."
So she lay back and let him unwrap her like a present. He opened her shirt and pulled it down from her shoulders, then trailed kisses between her bra-clad breasts. Sliding a hand under her back, he carefully undid her bra. When he pulled it off, she felt her breasts come free, and saw the way his eyes darkened and his breath quickened at the sight of her generous breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. His erection was already pressing against his jeans.
But his movements were controlled and gentle, the powerful hands incredibly delicate as he cupped her breasts, caressed her nipples, and then leaned down to take one of them into his mouth. April gasped, tipping her head back, as his tongue traced circles around the hard nub.
She was already slick and wet. She lifted her hips, begging wordlessly for release. Nathan unfastened her jeans and slid them over her hips, then rubbed her through the silky fabric of her panties. Glad I wore the good ones today ... she thought, with the tiny part of her brain not consumed by the heat radiating out from her sex. With every stroke of Nathan's skilled fingers, a flare of delicious anticipation surged up her spine.
He played her like an instrument, stroking her through the panties, rubbing her nipples with his other hand. When he leaned down and laid his open mouth over the crotch of her panties, tongue probing with delicate strokes, she gave a soft cry. She was so wet, quivering, ready . "I want you inside me," she gasped.
He smiled, then came back up to kiss her. One of his hands guided her fingers down to the waistband of his jeans. She struggled with the zipper while he consumed her mouth with his, and then she got his jeans down and wrapped her hand around the firm length of him.
She'd forgotten how big he was. His cock filled her hand, hard and hot and ready to fill her . Nathan helped her strip off her panties and then she guided him into her warm wet entrance.
His first thrust went deep, stretching her in new glorious ways, and she arched backward. She was so incredibly close.
Nathan cupped his hands under her buttocks and lifted her, pressing her onto him as he pumped his hips. With each thrust, a great wave of ecstasy rose in her. "I'm going to," she gasped, "I'm," and then she came, rising into it, with a searing jolt of pleasure.
Nathan kissed her through the waves, his mouth holding hers.
As she came down from it, he pulled out of her and then flipped her over, turning her facedown on the sleeping bag. Her
As she leaned in, she felt Nathan's warm bulk settle over hers. He kissed his way across the nape of her neck, and slid his big hand under her jacket, running his palm across the gentle curve of her stomach. "Like it?" he asked.
"It's great." She twisted around to kiss him. "What did you do, buy out the entire florist's department?"
"Every rose they had," he admitted. "North edge of the Canadian tundra is not really great for roses. But I wanted to make this special for you."
April kissed his nose and then poked him in the side. "Our first time was wonderful, you silly, romantic jerk."
"April, I made love to you under a tarp after crashing our plane in the remotest part of Canada. Nothing about that is romantic."
April laughed. "It felt pretty good to me."
"Well," he said, pushing her gently down onto the sleeping bag, "let's see if we can make it better."
She grinned helplessly, looking up at him kneeling above her, straddling her hips. "Just the one sleeping bag, huh?"
"It worked pretty well for us before."
April began to unbutton her shirt, but Nathan gently moved her hands away. "Let me," he breathed. "We have all the time in the world. I want to take my time with all of you."
So she lay back and let him unwrap her like a present. He opened her shirt and pulled it down from her shoulders, then trailed kisses between her bra-clad breasts. Sliding a hand under her back, he carefully undid her bra. When he pulled it off, she felt her breasts come free, and saw the way his eyes darkened and his breath quickened at the sight of her generous breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. His erection was already pressing against his jeans.
But his movements were controlled and gentle, the powerful hands incredibly delicate as he cupped her breasts, caressed her nipples, and then leaned down to take one of them into his mouth. April gasped, tipping her head back, as his tongue traced circles around the hard nub.
She was already slick and wet. She lifted her hips, begging wordlessly for release. Nathan unfastened her jeans and slid them over her hips, then rubbed her through the silky fabric of her panties. Glad I wore the good ones today ... she thought, with the tiny part of her brain not consumed by the heat radiating out from her sex. With every stroke of Nathan's skilled fingers, a flare of delicious anticipation surged up her spine.
He played her like an instrument, stroking her through the panties, rubbing her nipples with his other hand. When he leaned down and laid his open mouth over the crotch of her panties, tongue probing with delicate strokes, she gave a soft cry. She was so wet, quivering, ready . "I want you inside me," she gasped.
He smiled, then came back up to kiss her. One of his hands guided her fingers down to the waistband of his jeans. She struggled with the zipper while he consumed her mouth with his, and then she got his jeans down and wrapped her hand around the firm length of him.
She'd forgotten how big he was. His cock filled her hand, hard and hot and ready to fill her . Nathan helped her strip off her panties and then she guided him into her warm wet entrance.
His first thrust went deep, stretching her in new glorious ways, and she arched backward. She was so incredibly close.
Nathan cupped his hands under her buttocks and lifted her, pressing her onto him as he pumped his hips. With each thrust, a great wave of ecstasy rose in her. "I'm going to," she gasped, "I'm," and then she came, rising into it, with a searing jolt of pleasure.
Nathan kissed her through the waves, his mouth holding hers.
As she came down from it, he pulled out of her and then flipped her over, turning her facedown on the sleeping bag. Her
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