Your hand is there already and so the zipper slides down and you manage to find enough distance between us to release yourself, only briefly feeling the cool breeze register against your rock hard shaft before using your knee to gently spread my stance. I feel the tip of you near my entrance, rubbing at me to pick up the wetness of me, providing the needed lubrication before you press further into me. Your fingers begin to rub and grind against my clit. I suck in a deep breath at the rush of feeling that washes over me, feeling my nipples go hard and erect in a single instant, pushing out against the fabric of my t-shirt, since I had chosen to not wear a bra. You push still farther into me, your free hand moves up my body and under my t-shirt to cup and squeeze my breast.

My legs feel weak, but you do not allow me to sink down to the blanket, in fact you shift so my toes are barely in contact with terra firma, thrusting upward, lifting me off my toes momentarily and then again and again. You lightly pinch my clit and then rub it hard going down, pressing it into my pubic bone. I sob with the need for release. But you want it to last much longer and so you keep me there, right on the verge of orgasm, for long drawn out tortuous moments until you sense that I am unable to stand any more pleasure.

You anchor my hips then and crash into me, sending me spiraling over the edge. I bite down on my lip, trying to keep from screaming my release. I shudder time and time again as the spasms of pleasure wrack my body, leaving my clit and nipples so sensitive and reacting to the coolness of the night air. Finally we sink down to the blanket, you still buried deep inside of me, still hard, yet you let me recover before I feel the rocking of your body again and then you pull me onto your lap, shifting my feet so they are resting near your sides and I am able to push myself up and down on your hot and throbbing cock, helping you find the release you have given me already. And as you begin to feel the muscle clenching nearly mindless moments of driving into me, I also return to the primal passion and we hit it together, your cum hitting forcefully against my inner walls, painting my insides with your scent. My body becomes nearly fluid as I drape myself against you.

I feel you as you leave me, but my conscious brain is not working well enough to think to look at you. You have taken me over the edge twice and I never see your face, and try as I might, I can find no regret in the moments you held me in your arms.