I had forgotten just how good it felt. His tongue knows me like he's always known me, like he's got a direct line to my brain and my clit. He moves over each fold of my pussy, dipping into me, lapping at my wetness, diving hungrily inside, making me cry out with a moan that has been buried in me for years.

"Oh my God," I mutter as he flicks over my clit. "Don't ever stop."

He reaches up and lightly swats my breast. "I'm in charge here," he says, deliberately stopping.

"That's fine with me," I reply, running my hands through his hair, pushing my hips up towards him. He continues. I melt.

I can't believe I'm here. A few minutes ago I was lost, in more ways than one. Now he's bringing me to climax faster than I thought possible. Already my muscles are twitching in anticipation.

His hands are all over me, soon settling between my legs. His fingers hold me open, stroking around my clit, teasing me, his tongue still dipping deep into me. Then he swaps and I'm torn. His finger feels divine as it slides into me but it just makes me want his cock all the more.

When he slides down to my ass, I don't shove him away. His tongue feels too good, it flicks around my hole before returning to my clit, leaving me aching for more, for him to be in both holes, to fill me completely. I want it all. I'm greedy to come, lost in lust, wanting to forget everything but the moment.

I don't even care that I don't know him, that we're naked in the open where anyone might peer in and see us. All I care about is his tongue is about to tip me over the edge.

I scream, clawing at him as my body starts to shake. He dips into me a last time and then I lose it, muttering obscenities I don't even recognise as I come for the first time in I don't know how long. How had I forgotten how good this feels?

"I have to fuck you," he says, moving up, looking me right in the eyes. "I can't wait any longer."

"Do it," I say, grinding against him, my climax still fading, my muscles seeking something to grip against. "Fuck me."

"Are you...?" His eyebrows raise slightly.

I nod. "The pill."

He grins. "That's good because I don't have..."

"Just get in me," I groan. I can't last another second without him in me.

He kisses me, my own sweetness on his tongue as he reaches down, the red hot tip of him sliding over my clit.

It moves down and with a push, the first inch of him is in me. It hurts for the briefest of seconds, he's that big. Then I widen enough for him to move further and with a single motion he's all the way in me.

My mouth falls open, I can't take it, he's too much. Then I can. I'm in heaven.

He pulls back and then buries himself again, this time grinding in place, his pelvis rubbing against my clit in just the right way.

We rock together, totally in sync, the first time it's been like this for me. My nipples tingle as his chest rubs against me. He lifts his head, staring at me as he pulls back, smiling at my shocked gasp each time he slams deep.

"Fuck, that feels good," he says, glancing down at my pussy.

I look down too, seeing him vanish into me, feeling it fit perfectly in a way that drives me wild.

He picks up speed and I reach down to ease the burning need in my clit. As I stroke it, he thrusts deep and I come again, this time my body rewarded by him, my pussy contracting around him, wanting to draw him even deeper in.

The only sound is our laboured breathing as I know he's getting close, his cheeks turning red, his eyes widening.

I close my eyes, revelling in the feeling of him pulsating in me. I hear him groan and then I feel it. He comes. It feels so fucking good to feel that hotness in me, knowing I made this muscle bound God of a man come just using my body. I made him do it. I'm not the wreck I thought I was, I'm still desirable.

The bad feelings come back as he slides out of me. Reality returns with a vengeance. I'm still about to lose my house. I'm still broke. I'm just a fuck to a man like him. There's no way he'd want anything more. He's some outdoor loner, not the settling down type. The thought makes me sad.

I sigh, my thoughts heavy. To ignore them I focus on listening to his breathing and before I know it, I'm asleep again.

This time I wake up to movement. The car is bumping down the mountain track. He's driving slowly. I look at him. He's dressed. My clothes are next to me. He can't wait to get rid of me, I can just tell.

I dress with shaking fingers, not wanting this to end. He pulls into the car park a few minutes later, glancing over his shoulder at me for the first time. "Which is your chariot, my lady?"

"The rusty old grey thing in the corner."

"Then we have arrived."

"Oh." I know I should go but I can't do it. I just sit there.

"Listen," he says, twisting in his seat. "I know this might sound strange but I'd like to see you again."

I open my mouth to speak but he holds up a hand.

"In a second. Just let me say this. I know you probably thought that was a one off and that's fine if that's all you want but I get the feeling you felt what I felt and...and well I want to see you again."

"You do?" I can't believe it.

"I've never felt like this," he says, a smile spreading across his face. "Since the moment I saw you, I've had this feeling, here." He touches his chest.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." I'm trying to protect myself, knowing he's only letting me down gently.

"What are you scared of?" he asks.

"So many things," I reply.

"Well I might be able to help with some of them, if you'll let me in, Carrie."

Just the sound of my name in his warm voice sends a shiver through me. "You really want to see me again?"

"I want to see a lot more of you. I like you, Carrie."

"But you don't even know me."

"I know you're called Carrie, you taste sweeter than honey, and you have a grey car."

"You don't want to know anything else?"

"I'll find out in time."

"Will you indeed?"

"What about me? Reckon you can put up with the company of a noisy bearded mountain man who brandishes a chainsaw everywhere he goes?"

I smile and sigh. It's a ridiculous thought. He can't mean it. I'm reading too much into things. "I better go," I say.

"I shall escort my lady."

We both climb out of the car. I can't look at him. It hurts to think he's teasing me. He can't mean it. I know he can't. Why would he want me? He could have literally anyone looking like that. I only have to close my eyes to see those muscles again, those strong arms that held me so tight. I know he doesn't want me but that doesn't stop me wishing it was true, wishing he did.