…..The night descends and both are soundly sleeping. Suddenly, there is a noise. She awakens with a start. She looks around and sees nothing. She listens intently. Was there really something out there? Or was it just her imagination. She notices the sounds of the forest. Crickets chirp, frogs croak, owls hoot. There is also the faint sound of insects and other vermin rustling around the leaves of the forest floor. She turns to lie back down. She is still exhausted and weary from the day’s previous events. She sees her man; muscular and sleek. She smiles coyly. She is reflecting on the events which transpired only hours ago. She feels the familiar sensations of arousal churning in her loins. She lies down and places her head on his muscular, hairy chest. She gently strokes his chest hair with her fingers and hears the relaxing sounds of his manly breathing and the fit rhythm of his heart. She looks up at his face. He is sleeping soundly. Her loins are heating up. She MUST have him. She MUST feel his manhood inside her again.
She slowly starts to kiss his masculine chest……slowly at first and then more passionately. She kisses her way downward. He moans a little but makes no real indication of waking. She continues. She kisses his hips and he arches backward…recoiling from the sensual touch of her delicate lips on his now exposed flesh. She removes the comforter lying on top of them both.