She bent to kiss his chest as she undid the button one-handed. Her other hand slid up and down his naked torso, stroking, exploring. He raised his left hand to her skin, brushed upward, and ran his finger along the curve at the base of her breast. Her nipples brushed his skin as she trailed kisses along his pectoral muscles. When she raised herself again, he let his hand slide up until he was cupping her breast, her firm nipple pressing into his palm. He massaged her, and she arched her back to press herself further into his touch.
Tarrocan could feel his arousal pulsing and straining, aching for the touch of her flesh. He shuddered as Kayenna's fingers probed beneath his open zipper, playing with the soft hair. His hips gave a little involuntary twitch as Kayenna slid her hand closer, almost touching. To his disappointment she moved her hand away, then hooked her finger in the top of his pants. He raised his hips to aid her as she slid the pants down. She trailed her fingers down his legs as she undressed him, head bent to let her hair brush over his twitching penis. And then he was lying on the grass naked and open to the warm sunlight.
She stood. She raised her arms slowly, caressing herself, inviting him to admire her. Tarrocan smiled, taking in her soft curves, her pale shining skin and luminous eyes, chestnut hair falling in soft tendrils around her shoulders. His hand began to creep down toward his engorged flesh.
"Wait," she whispered. Slowly, gracefully, she slid her own pants over the gentle curve of her hips and down her long legs. Tarrocan's eyes lingered at the base of her dark-haired delta, where the light caught a glistening drop of moisture.
She gazed down at him, slim and muscular and stretched naked before her, and felt herself swell and pulse with desire. His rigid penis was dark with engorgement, and as she watched a drop of moisture fell from the tip in a long shining strand. His testes looked tight and hot and swollen, and she longed to touch them, to feel their firm weight in her hand and against her slickened vulva.
She knelt between his thighs and trailed kisses up his legs, massaging the outside of his hips. He threw back his head and arched and his dripping penis stabbed at the air. She brushed her lips against the tight skin of his testes, smelling his rich masculine scent, and drew her hands inward, sending sensation toward his throbbing center. Her tongue drew a line of moisture from the base of his scrotum, up the seam and along the underside of his penis. She licked under the ridge in broad firm strokes as she cupped and massaged his balls, then in one smooth motion, slid his shaft deep into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden pleasure.
She slid his shaft out, creating tight suction with her lips, until the ridge popped out, sending waves of pleasure through him. Without pausing, she lowered her head again until the dome of his penis pressed against her throat. As she pulled back up she twined her legs around his thigh and began grinding against him, pressing and stimulating her throbbing clit, her wet vulva sliding against him. Each long stroke of her mouth sent ecstasy washing through him, until he felt his testes tighten against his body, preparing to release. The ridge of his penis popped out of her tight lips, and he jerked and moaned, needing only one more stroke. But she didn't lower her mouth onto him. Instead, she pulled herself away, her juices clinging to him as she raised her body and straddled him.
"I need to feel you inside of me," she whispered, her words melting into each other, husky with need. "I need to feel you stretching me, filling me." He placed his hands on the sides of her hips, guiding her as she raised her pelvis to hover over him. She panted hungrily, poised with his member barely parting her nether lips. With a cry of ecstasy, she sank down onto him in a sudden, urgent thrust.
Her pussy was wet and hot and tight. Every heartbeat made him feel as though his dick would explode with pleasure. And then she began to ride him, thrusting, rocking, pounding deep and hard. She could feel him pressing into her most private places, probing, filling, stretching, urging her to heights of sensation she had never dreamed of. She felt so alive, her body tingled, her nipples ached, her vulva burned and her clit felt like it was on fire. She rode waves of pleasure that climbed and built on each other, and felt them begin to break in a crashing climax.
Tarrocan thrust deeper into her than ever before, and the ecstasy boiled over and shot out of him fast and thick and hot. Together they climaxed, quivering, straining and crying out at the thunderous joy that flooded their bodies and their minds.
After a moment of eternity, the waves subsided and she collapsed against him, spent. He laughed softly and put his arms around her, stroked her hair and breathed in deeply, enjoying her soft female scent. He felt her heartbeat slow and her breathing grow steady, and he sensed she was asleep. Smiling, he closed his eyes and listened to the birdsong. He could feel the sun's warmth on his closed eyelids. Every muscle in his body felt warm and relaxed. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and he slid into sleep.
