His lips are soft and effervescent. His tongue feels both foreign and familiar at the same time. He tilts my head back and drops his. His lips are on my neck. He’s kissing me so slowly that I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Our legs touch, and his hands slowly caress the top of my shoulders. I feel him pushing me backward onto the ground, and I let him. My legs open on their own, and we intertwine as one.

“Wait, wait,” I whisper.

Reluctantly, Tristan pulls away. His face is so close to mine that his hair falls into my eyes, and his eyelashes are giving me butterfly kisses.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers. “Do you want to take things slow?”

Yes, I do, I say to myself. This isn’t right. I’m not the kind of girl who has one night stands. I’m careful and cautious. I am the girl who has boyfriends and who always waits until at least the third date to sleep with a guy.

And yet, there’s something about Tristan that makes me feel safe and comfortable. I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Like we belong together. I don’t feel as if I’ve just met him; I feel like I’ve known him forever.

“No,” I decide and shake my head.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, kissing my neck again.

I nod. “I just want to go into your tent. Is that okay?”

He smiles with his whole face, and his blue eyes pierce through my heart and body.

“Is that okay?” he jokes, grabbing my hand and pulling me up into the air. “Is that okay? Of course, it’s okay.”

The tent is twenty feet away, but I barely walk a step. With Tristan’s arms around me, I am as light as a feather and float into the tent.

The tent is small, meant for one person, and neither of us can stand up all the way. I dive in first, landing softly on his sleeping bag. Tristan lowers himself, slowly, on top of me. His smile vanishes, but his face keeps its whimsical look.

“What?” I smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he says without missing a beat.

My cheeks flush. No one has ever said that to me before. The confidence in his voice is disarming.

He kisses me again. This time his lips are more forceful. He presses his whole body into mine, and every last inch of it is hard and powerful. He kisses me hard – so hard that it borders on painful. I kiss him back. I push back into him and feel him rise a little above me. I didn’t know that I could have so much power.

Slowly, our bodies start to move as one. Through his jeans, I can feel how large and hard his cock is, and I want to see it. I want to feel it in my hand. I want to taste it.

His hands start to slide down my body until they find where my dress ends. Then they start sliding back up, across the curves of my hips, up my hips bones, and stopping briefly to tease my belly button. His lips pull away from mine and land there. He’s licking my belly button and then running his tongue along the top of my panties. My body rises and falls with each kiss. I close my legs to stop myself from getting even wetter than I already am.

“Oh no, no, no,” he whispers and forces my legs open once more. My mouth dries and all moisture in my body concentrates itself in that one place between my legs.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t stay there for long. He comes back up and pulls my dress over the top of my head.

I’m not wearing a bra, and my erect nipples are holding my breasts in place.

“Oh wow, wow,” he whispers, placing the tip of my breast into his mouth.

“I love your breasts, Annabelle,” Tristan whispers.

I love the way he says my name, and I want to hear him scream it at the top of his lungs.

“Oh, Tristan,” I whisper, wanting to scream his name too, but I seem to have lost all ability to speak.

He comes back up to my face, and I can taste the sweetness of his luscious lips. As we kiss, he kicks off his loose fitting jeans.

“No underwear?” I ask, grabbing his hard, solid ass.

My fingernails are probably leaving marks, but I don’t care. The muscles in his butt are hard and strong, but the skin is soft and delicate. Grabbing it makes me so aroused that it’s all I can do not to push him onto his stomach and bite it.

“I didn’t have a clean pair. I’ve been out here for days.”

Yes, of course. I completely forgot where we are.

Looking up through the mesh of his tent, I can see the magnificent night sky above our heads. 80-foot pines cradle our world as we reach toward the heavens and star-studded sky.

Grabbing on to my breasts, as if for support, Tristan runs his tongue along the top of my panties again. I relax and let my legs fall open for him. With one swift motion, he pulls my panties off completely. It happens so fast that he must’ve ripped them, but I don’t care. Now my legs are tense, and the area between my legs is salivating for him.

“I want you, Annabelle,” he says and pushes himself into me.

“I want you too,” I mumble.

We move in unison, and I can feel him going deeper and deeper within me with each motion.

I wonder where he has been this whole time. It’s as if I have been missing something my whole life that I didn’t know I needed or wanted.

Suddenly, with one swift and smooth motion, he moves my leg out of the way and lies down next to me. We’re both on our sides, and my left leg is draping over his. We are still one. His fingers find my clit and starts massaging gently with each thrust.

My legs start to cramp up and then go numb, and a warm, soothing sensation starts to fill my entire body. My body is getting closer and closer to my blissful release.

“I’m getting close,” I whisper. It’s a warning, but it comes out as an apology. He is driving me wild.

“I know,” he says confidently. He continues to massage my clit and to push himself in and out of me.

Suddenly, I’m on top of him. I’m still on my back, and he’s still inside of me with his fingers on my clit, but he’s now below me. Our movements are speeding up, except that I’m no longer moving. I simply let him take me wherever he wants to go.

I give up. I give in. I let go completely. I am exposed, and he’s doing whatever he wants.

“Tristan!” I moan as ultimate pleasure starts coursing through my body. My legs go numb and goose bumps cover my body.

“Annabelle!” he screams into my ear.

“Oh, Annabelle,” he says over and over as he moves his hips faster and faster.

“Annabelle,” he whispers again when he finishes.