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With a firm tug, he pulled at her skirt zipper and slid it down her long, toned legs. She felt the brush of body-warmed material at her ankles and kicked it away as she clawed at the button and zipper on his jeans. The length of him brushed her knuckles, a hardened bulge she couldn't wait to feel. Leaving his pants loose around his hips, she plunged her hand into his briefs and touched him.
"Sara," he exhaled, a hiss of her name spoken into her ear. His finger slipped past the elastic of her panties and traced a secret language on her skin. Eyes closed, she breathed him in, inhaled his every breath to make certain she had part of him with her at all times, both inside and out.
"We should go back inside," she whispered. "We're ... a little exposed."
He smiled, kissed her eyes and forehead. "We're about to be a little more exposed."
Her legs parted once he scooted her panties down her hips and thighs; his hands spread to tease her bare flesh on the outside of her legs. Not wanting to stand naked before him, she tugged at his briefs and slipped them down his hard, round ass. He grunted as she petted him, caressed him from his lower back to where his legs and butt met. Each groan and mumbled curse encouraged her to explore him in the twilight.
"Hmm?" Words no longer seemed possible as he touched her between the thighs, found her wet and more than ready.
"I want you, but if you tell me to do so, I'll stop."
She kissed his throat, felt the stubble that hadn't been there when she'd first seen him. Kiss by kiss, she traveled up the column of his neck to his jaw and rough cheek. The unfamiliar terrain excited her in ways she hadn't expected, inways she wasn't supposed to allow.
"I don't want to stop yet."