Page 9 of Their Secret Hideaway

“It’s far away enough to escape that fate,” I reply, stretching out. “Nature as it is, and nature as it should be.”

“Just us two humans here being all unnatural. We’re ruining it,” he jokes.

“Hey, we’re animals. Mammals. Adaptable ones. We can enjoy and relish this place as much as any bear or beaver or bird.”

“I’d like to see some beavers,” he looks away from me, feigning innocence.

“You would, wouldn't you?” I swirl some of his hair in my finger, which has been getting longer. “Maybe I could do with some getting closer to nature too. Really sell that we’re nothing but mammals.”

“Oh?” He perks up.

I unbutton my shirt, and let it fall to the smooth rock, and let my bra follow. I’m a bit practiced at getting naked in a hurry here, so my boots, socks, shorts, and panties soon follow in swift succession.

“Ah, there’s the beaver I wanted to see.”

I roll my eyes. “You really are a dork, you know that?”

I lead by example. I dive into the pond, knowing how deep it is and showing that the water is fine.

Well, eventually. At first, the water is freezing cold. Powerful. Potent.

I love the feeling, the intensity of the coldness, and how my body adapts to the sudden shift of temperature. It wakes me up completely, it rejuvenates me, it’s just so absolutely amazing. I surface back to the top of the pond, and see Fox hastily following my lead. He’s by no means as trained at speed stripping as I am, as I watch him hop around on one boot and try to get those pants down, but I’m sure that in time he’ll learn.

Only a few moments later he's delving into the water beside me, overwhelmed by the sudden and powerful temperature change he’s experiencing.

He shivers but is woon wading right next to me, putting on a tough face. “It’ll get nice pretty quickly, don’t worry.”

“It’s already nice when I’m here with you, Tabitha.”

He wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me close. We share another kiss. There’s been dozens of them, but every time they’ve been as electric as the last. He holds me close, his warmth overpowering the coolness of the water.

Being here with him, under the moonlight’s watchful gaze, us as naked as nature intended?

It fills me with a feeling of oneness. Oneness with Fox, oneness with the world, and oneness with the universe.

“God, this is too good. Too serene,” he says, nuzzling the top of my head.

“If we could just float here forever, I’d be happy,” I state without any hint of exaggeration.

“That’d be nice. But I can think of something to make it better.” We exchange devious glances with one another. I can feel his cock shudder and come to life, poking at my abdomen. Even through what would make most men shrivel, Fox is hard and ready for me. It’s all the proof I’d ever need that he’s madly in both lust and love with me.

“I see you want to do what comes natural to us, huh?”

“Why should only bears get to fuck in the woods? There’s plenty of space for them to share.”

Another kiss, this one more erotic than romantic, but in a way, that’s romantic too. Together, we wade toward another rock on the bank of the pond, and decide to go partially amphibious. I wiggle my ass in front of him, and give myself a playful little spank. “Come on. Fuck me like the mammal you are.”

It’s all a bit silly. But he’s totally in tune with me. I can’t stop laughing when I’m with him, feeling such immeasurable joy, even as I realize how lame it might seem from the outside looking in.

His warm hands clashing against the chilliness of the water is one hell of a feeling too. Him running that coarse touch down my form, God, it’s such a symphony of sensations. Him rolling my cold nipples into his hands, I shivered both in the traditional sense and in delight. The heat of his body pressed against my own, and I’m feeling his cock poke at my sex from behind.

“Take me. Fuck me. I’m your bitch in heat,” I say, shooting him the sexiest glare I can manage.

He growls seductively as he pushes himself in. All of our trysts have trained him just how to fuck me, just how to take me, and how to make me really like it. I relish the sensation of him buried to the shaft, and how our sexes are just so absolutely perfect for one another. I nibble my lip and moan on that first penetration, ready to let my pleasure echo through the night.

Fox knows how to set the pace. A strong start, nothing too tender, nothing too fast. He needs to make sure the fire inside of me is burning super hot. He kept a finger on my clit, rubbing it with every stroke he fucked me with.

All the while I bucked back into him. To show him I’m no pillow princess and that I desire him every bit as much as he desires me. Our lust should be equally insatiable for one another, something I’ve always felt is important for a relationship to truly blossom.

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