The kiss was changing, now, soft and gentle giving way to hard and urgent. His lips demanded entrance and I flowered open under him, my fingertips skating along the backs of his arms as his tongue sought me out and owned me. Our bodies flexed in rhythm, the hard slabs of his chest rubbing against my spit-wet breasts until I was grabbing hard at his shoulders just to contain the pleasure.

He broke the kiss and gently pushed me back. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling almost drunk. “Stand up,” he told me.

I stepped carefully down to the floor. There wasn’t a lot of room in the little hut, but there was just space for me to stand facing him, if he spread his knees wide and I stood between them. The stove was throwing out a lot of heat and with it only a foot from my back, I was blissfully warm.

Danny sat there gazing up at me for a moment, then reached up and fingered my braid. “This.” He inhaled, a long, throaty sound. “The way it’s all gathered up and tight. The way it swishes when you walk.”

It swishes when I walk?

He ran his hand down the length of it and made a noise that started as “Mmm,” and ended as a low rumble in his chest.

Apparently, he liked my braid. I flushed, confused but pleased.

He ran his hands down my back and I yelped as they squeezed my naked ass. He drew me closer, bent forward and—

My eyes went wide and I sucked in a huge, trembling gulp of air as his tongue traced along the line of my lips and flicked against my clit. My hands found his shoulders and my fingers began to knead as his tongue outlined the shape of me and then pressed in, gently opening me.

He began a slow, steady rhythm, alternating between firmly tasting me and feathering my clit with a touch as light as a butterfly’s wing. Molten scarlet pleasure, silver-edged and uncontainable, spiraled outward from my groin and tightened into a spinning spiral that brought me up onto my tiptoes.

His hands slid from my ass to the backs of my thighs and he gently but firmly spread my legs. I let out a strangled cry as his tongue speared up into me. His upper lip rubbed in soft circles on my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head, my hands climbing his neck to tangle in his soft, dark hair. I panted and gasped, head thrown back and eyes closed, as the pleasure spiraled faster and faster. It wasn’t just what his tongue and lips were doing to me. It was the way he was breathing, in quick, animal pants, the way he gave little growls of lust. He was enjoying it at least as much as me.