Page 85 of A Boy Called Lovesong

When we finally found the breath to speak, Lovesong grinned. “Wow, you sure do know how to show a boy a good time.”

“Me? You’re the one who took us into the swamp to drink some magic potion that’s probably gonna kill us. This could very well be our last night on earth, you know.”

His smirk widened. “Well if it is, we better make it count.”

With that he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss, firm and forceful.

Above us, thunder rocked the darkening skies, and suddenly a downpour began.

Within seconds we were drenched, the rain so heavy that our already swampy clothes were completely sodden.

I pulled out of the kiss for a moment and gazed longingly at the shirt clinging to Lovesong’s chest and stomach, every curve and contour of his body now visible through the soaked, transparent fabric. Lightning lit up his clouded blue eyes.

I wiped the mop of wet hair away from my forehead, then took his face in my hands and kissed him again, even more ravenously now.

The rainwater ran into our mouths as our lips parted and our tongues delved deep.

Urgently I clawed at Lovesong’s shirt, but my wet fingers slipped in my effort to unbutton it.

Lovesong swiftly took control and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons spinning into the rain. He pulled his shirt off and let it slap onto the drenched earth.

Then he flicked the buttons of my shirt undone, yanking at the wet fabric and throwing the shirt to the ground.

He unbuckled my belt and pants and roughly pushed them, along with my underwear, down my legs where I clumsily stepped out of them.

Before he unbuttoned his own jeans, Lovesong pulled something from his pocket. He held it up and showed it to me—a condom in a wrapper—then smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. I came prepared.”

I grinned and watched as he pulled off his jeans, then rolled the condom over his hard, pulsing cock. The rain drenched it, a natural lubricant, and for a moment longer we stood there, naked and erect in front of each other, before Lovesong lunged toward me.

He kissed me then spun us around so that I was the one with my back against the tree.

He reached his arms around me, clutching my ass cheeks in his large strong hands and lifting me off the muddy ground.

I wrapped my legs around Lovesong’s torso, kissing him passionately.

The wet, mossy trunk was cool and soothing against my skin.

Between my legs I felt his cock.

The head of it nudged against my balls.

It slid up between my ass cheeks.

Lovesong took one hand off my ass and reached lower, taking hold of his dick and guiding it to my crack. He pushed the head of it against my hole and I clutched my breath in anticipation.

“I want you,” he breathed, raindrops glistening on his lips.

“Then take me,” I told him. “Take me now.”

Thunder cracked, but I barely heard it, my heart booming loud in my chest.

Lovesong couldn’t wait another second.

Stepping up onto his toes, he pushed the head of his cock up into my ass.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and felt his body tense with delight, his back muscles flexing as he lifted himself higher, pushing his cock all the way inside me.

My breath caught in my throat, then slowly I released it as his dick slid into me…

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