
In two steps, he had me up against the information sign, my back pressing into its hard metal edge.
With his mouth wrapped around mine, his tongue pushed inside. Impatient, hungry and desperate for more.
His hands moved quickly down my waist until they wrapped around the back of my thighs. Then, in one swift movement, he lifted me until I lay flat across the sign. My back obscuring details about the state’s tallest tree.
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As his fingers made their way up the bottom of my shorts, I clutched at the aluminium, frantically holding on, and gasping for more. A need like I’d never felt before.
By the time he pushed my bikini bottom out of the way, I was wet with desire. I needed him at that very moment.
With expertise I didn’t know existed, he dropped his own shorts in a second while holding my body up. Then, just 100 metres from the bush carpark, he took me. Hard, passionately, up against the sign as I stretched out, calling up into the wild. It was carnal and animalistic. A compulsion neither of us could control.
Nor recognise. Because, despite our three-year long relationship, it had never been like this before. Ever.