...He was hers and she planned to use him fully. Her hands gripped him, sliding up and down his length. She dropped to her knees and consumed him with her mouth, dancing across the surface of his skin, relishing the flavor of him. So very different from the others. He was masculine fire in her mouth. Although he allowed her to do as she wished, she knew at any moment he could try to take control. But she wanted him like none of the others through the ages.

She skipped her tongue along his rigid staff, swirled it over the full, mushroomed tip, sliding beneath the cap, playing him like a fine instrument, sipping at him like a rare wine. She wanted to savor him slowly, remember the taste and smell that waltzed through her, but she needed him inside her now.

His fingers were tangled in her hair as he gripped her. She felt his desire rising fast and furious, his energy blending with her own. There was no time to take it slowly as her pussy dripped with her juices, pulsed with her own desire. She couldn’t wait.

Swiftly rising to her feet, she shed her panties. His arms circled around her, lifting her. She grabbed his shaft, easing it toward her entrance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she slowly lowered herself onto the burgeoning rod.

He was so big and she felt the walls of her sheath expand as he penetrated her, each nerve ending clutching at the stiff flesh as it entered her. His mouth descended to claim her lips, pushing his tongue deep inside just as his cock claimed her pussy, so his lips claimed her mouth.

She undulated against him, rose up and slid back down, circling her hips. She felt him expand her channel and she stopped moving, the tip of his cock snug against the opening of her cervix. She felt the sharp pleasure overtake her.

She was in control, driving the action, but somehow with his hard fingers pressed into her skin, she felt his power surround her, the desire to lead.

Suddenly, he whirled around and she found herself pinned against the tree as he claimed control. He pressed her against the sharp bark, his hands fastened around her wrists like steel bands, and thrust them up against the tree, claiming superiority as he began to move inside her. He demanded the right of the aggressor, curling and swirling.

She tried to twist her hands free, but he was too strong. He didn’t hurt her, but kept her anchored there as he played her body, driving her passion to a searing blaze she could no longer control.

She broke the kiss and turned her head away as she fought for control, the command she had always know with the lovers she had claimed. But he was having no part of it. Time and time again he pushed deep and then retreated, penetrated her needy passage again and again.