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She felt his strong hands close on her tender breasts as his tongue pushed into her mouth. He felt warm to her, and she could feel her heat rising in the cool shade of the summer afternoon. Her nipples were already stiff by the time he broke off the kiss and pulled down the top of her gown and snapped off her bra.
Her breasts hung free in the summer air as he leaned in and gently sucked her pink nipples, first one and then the other, getting her so hot she arched her back out, pushing her boobs into his face as she moaned. For a moment she was horrified to think of Sage waking up and seeing them, but the truth was, it didn’t feel wrong.
“It is not wrong but natural and beautiful,” the Sheikh whispered as if he was thinking the same thing. “Our ancestors made love freely, in the open, without the shame we attach to it these days. They loved like animals in nature, because we are in fact animals in nature.”
“Well, you do kinda look like a bear,” she giggled, pulling at his stubble which had grown thick and unruly over the past three days. “I’m surprised some of the local she-bears didn’t some sniffing around to get some of you.”
The Sheikh grunted as he looked up from between her breasts which were now glistening from his kisses. “Is that an insult or a compliment? I cannot tell.”
She moaned as he pushed her back against a tree and spread her legs wide, pushing up her loose blue skirts. He placed the back of his palm flat against the front of her panties, pressing with his knuckles into just the right spots, like he knew exactly where her swollen clit was, where her turgid nether lips were. Like he remembered. Like he’d never forgotten.
“What did you just say?” she gurgled as she spread her legs and arched her back farther, reveling in the way he was rubbing the insides of her heavy thighs, which were aching from three days of all-day hiking—with Sage in her arms half the time.
“I said . . .” he whispered just as her panties came off and the warm breeze rushed into the damp space between her open legs, making her shiver and sputter. He slowly leaned down and kissed her pubic curls, his tongue teasing a path through her bush, its stiff tip finding her vulva red and awake, alert and in need. “I said . . .” he whispered again, licking her slit in long, even strokes with the flat of his warm tongue. “Careful not to wake our bear-cub when I make you come, hard and wild, like an animal in nature.”
Her eyes went wide as he said it, and then she felt him slide his stiff tongue deep into her, curling it upwards and dragging against the front wall of her vagina with it, zeroing in on that fibrous little bead hidden about two inches in, the sensitive spot that she could rarely find herself when she tried!
“Oh, God, Bilaal,” she moaned as she felt her orgasm dance its way into view like the gay waters of that mountain spring. The climax started light and bouncy, like it would be quick and fun, but as the Sheikh kept thrusting with his strong tongue, he started tapping her clit with his heavy thumb, his other hand gliding up her body, squeezing her belly, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, his fingers sliding into her mouth as she gasped. And then the climax hit hard and full, like that bubbly spring had turned into a tidal wave, a tsunami that was still building, higher and higher . . .
Suddenly the Sheikh was inside her with his cock, and she gasped and choked at how quickly he’d pulled his trousers down and replaced his tongue with his throbbing, beast of an erection. The change in girth was too much for her, and she almost burst into tears as she felt herself being stretched wide open, just like she’d been opened up by his entry three years ago.
He was kneeling before her, holding her legs up with her knees bent, knocking her body against the tree trunk as he fucked her with increasing force, his thrusts digging deep into her valley, her vagina responding by flooding his cock with its juice, greasing his path into her depths. She could feel her wetness dripping onto his heavy balls as he placed his hands under her ass and lifted her each time he rammed his way in.
“This is how they did it in the wild,” he growled against her ear as he pulled back and slammed once again into her, sending a blast of arousal and the best kind of pain shooting through her. “Not giving a damn who was watching. No shame. No self-consciousness. The animals all around. Family and the tribe just going about their day as men took their women whenever and wherever they wanted. Now that was freedom, true freedom.”
He grunted and breathed hard into her hair, licking her forehead, kissing her nose, grabbing a fistful of her messy locks as she moaned and shook with each thrust. She could feel another orgasm coming in, and she clawed at his back, digging her fingernails deep into him as she felt his cock get harder inside her, like he was preparing to explode once again.
“We must make another,” he’d said to her earlier, she remembered now. “We must make another.”
And as that orgasm finally rolled in, she felt the Sheikh seize up inside her, his balls clenching against the bottom of her crack as he began to spurt his seed into her.
“Oh, God,” she groaned as she felt him shudder and groan as he pumped his slick heat into her, his powerful hips thrusting back in for each discharge. She could feel her vagina flooding with his semen, and she was astonished at how much he was delivering to her. Her climax rolled back and forth as he poured his seed into her, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythm.
What seemed like minutes of ecstasy passed by them as they climaxed together. Incredibly, he was still coming when she started to regain her senses, and she reached down between them and cradled his heavy balls with her palm, slowly massaging them, reveling in how they tightened at her touch, like they were responding to her gentle coaxing to serve up all his seed, every bit of it, every damned drop.