In Your Wildest Dreams

Leigh Erickson stumbled upon Steve Wright deep in the forest, sunlight filtering through the leaves like a lover's whisper. She couldn't help but compliment him—his rugged frame, those sharp eyes that caught the dappled light just right. Her words hung in the air, electric, pulling him closer. Then, with a sly smile, she dropped to her knees on the soft earth and took him into her mouth. She worked him slow at first, tongue tracing every ridge and vein, until his cock swelled hard and slick with her saliva, throbbing against her lips. She rose, eyes locked on his, and straddled him without a word. Her thighs parted, heat blooming between them. She guided his tip to her entrance, slick and ready, then sank down inch by inch. He filled her completely, stretching her in that perfect, aching way, as she began to ride him with a rhythm that matched the rustle of leaves overhead.