She gave a huff of a laugh and nipped his earlobe before removing her t-shirt. Her next kiss had the interesting side effect of rubbing her breasts over his chest and putting her ass up in the air.

Massaging one sweet butt cheek with his right hand, he ran his left down her belly to between her legs.

Very nicely wet. His cock gave an interested jerk.

He slid a slickened finger up and over her clit, very lightly, like the first soft notes of a song. Getting the audience’s attention, giving them a hint of what was to come.

She was in charge of the kissing part—and he cooperated fully, even as he slowly woke her down below. No hurry. Good music took time to build.

With every sense, he absorbed the clues she sent. The way her breathing stuttered as he stroked the perfect spot at the edge of the hood and clit. How her kisses grew deeper, hotter, and her fingers clenched his shoulders.

He squeezed the soft roundness of her ass, enjoyed the rub of her breasts over his chest.

There was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.

He was driving her mad. She didn’t want to come, not without him inside her, but when she tried to move away, his hand held her bottom in place…and his finger never stopped rubbing her clit.

Low in her pelvis, she felt the pressure building with every slow stroke of his finger.

His right hand massaged her ass, even as his left hand moved to slide a finger inside her.

She moaned and shivered at the penetration. Then froze as memories of other hands slid into her head.

“Kit, look at me.” The rumbled low command was in the voice that surrounded her in safety.

Her panic receded, and she pushed up far enough to look down at him.

In the moonlit tent, his gaze met hers. Held hers, even as his finger stroked in and out, so very slowly, rousing every nerve down there to a searing need.

Feeling his hand on her ass, holding her, she felt the slice of panic again, and he stilled. Waited. His gaze never wavered, because he’d pause if she was scared. He had before, each and every time she’d grown afraid—and then would re-start everything.

She didn’t want to pause again. Heat vied with fear—and heat won out.

The sunlines beside his eyes crinkled. Ever so gently, his right hand caressed her bottom, moved down to tease the crease between the cheek and the back of her thigh. With his left hand, he slowly drew a finger over her clit, making it throb and burn, before thrusting inside her again, stronger this time. He set up a pattern, first rubbing her clit, then sliding inside. In and out, over and over, as everything inside her tightened, tightened…