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.
