The man rose as Jossy approached, then took her in his arms and kissed her. A deep rolling kiss that smothered her in desire. His hands, rough with calluses, drew her close. He smelt of sweat that had not yet soured and as they fell to the floor, Jossy struggled to imagine her fiancé making love to her like this and failed.
He kissed across her face, then down across her breasts, his light stubble coarse against the delicate skin, making the flesh pucker. She knew where he was heading, even before his hands pressed against her legs, opening her up to the coarseness of his stubble. Her clitoris screamed as alternately his soft tongue, then hard bristles dragged over it.
By now her fiancé would have complained about the damp grass or that someone might see them, suggesting that they retire to the bedroom for their usual three-minute missionary-fest. Her fiancé's face was always shaven and she had forgotten how tantalising an unkempt lover could be.
Suddenly he sucked her clitoris into this mouth, nipping it with his teeth, making her gasp and snapping her out of her thoughts. She screeched as he nipped her again and this time she closed her thighs around him hard, rolling as she did so. He was a powerful man and it was unlikely that she could do anything to him if he didn't want her to, but they rolled together until his back was on the damp grass and Jossy was sat on his face. He buried his mouth between her legs again, sucking at her, driving his tongue deep inside. She felt giddy with pleasure as she stretched her arms up to the azure sky, another feeling she had forgotten.
Soon Jossy began to feel sore where his bristles were scratching her delicate skin and her legs began to ach from the awkward position. She considered shimmying down the man's body and returning the favour, but decided against it. If she were soon to forsake all others, then this was for her. She lifted herself off his face and rolled back onto the cold, damp grass, guiding him with her so that he ended up kneeling between her legs. Slowly she released the grip of her thighs on his hips, staring into his eyes as she opened up to him. He needed no further invitation, he fell forward onto his arms, letting his cock brush against the red-sore skin of her vagina, making her grit her teeth with the sensation. Without a sound he eased forward, sending a shock of pain into her hips, but he kept pushing, her more than ample lubrication making his task effortless.
The pain subsided to pleasure as he began to ease in and out of her, but it never disappeared, dragging at her with each thrust and she welcomed it, abandoning all pretence that she wanted anything but what was here and now: and in her. He picked up the pace so that the feeling of him engulfed her, even the cold grass disappearing from beneath her. There was only the two of them now, in a cloud of rose scent and sweat – not yet soured.
