The meadowland #1

He holds onto my hand tightly and walks me from the car through a brush of trees and long grass. We cross through a gate and were through into a vast open meadowland of long grass, yellow flowers, thistle and gorse. He picks one flower and tells me the name of it, it's delicate and wild and smells like wet hay. We lay a rug down on the grass and sit. I have been stroking him through his pants in the car on our way here. Our anticipation is palpable. He rolls and lights a joint. He passes it to me. I inhale the deep green smoke and look at the sky which is turning a rich navy. The colour is punctured by stars and a beautiful half moon. We start to kiss. He takes off his clothes and pushes my dress up to my neck. He traces his fingers over my quivering chest and watches the shadows dance on my skin. It all looks pearlescent in the light. He murmurs appreciation of this fact. Admiring. He drops his head and starts to kiss me, lips, neck, collar and chest. He sinks his teeth into the softness of my flesh and sucks my nipples. He stays here for a while and it's good. I feel the pulse between my legs quicken. I start to get slick. He moves lower and spreads my thighs, running his tongue along my swelling lips. He sucks on me, bites me, spits on me. He contorts my legs into stretched positions. My lips part and spread, and the pink, edible flesh opens up to his mouth and touch. My eyes are open, staring up into the sky and the moans of our pleasure echo through the strands of grass. I beg for him to smack me. He pulls his hand back and brings it down in hot slaps onto my aching wet groin. I groan as the sting spreads. It feels so good. I want to get fucked. I'm desperate. I urge him back towards my mouth. I lick my cum from his lips. I can smell my scent on him. He rubs his bare flesh against the mound of me before he gets safe and I turn on my knees. He fucks me hard and aggressive. I'm on the brink of an orgasm and I've barely registered him. I push my head down into the dirt and breath in the smell of the damp grass as my body aches and releases. I clasp his hand and breath hard. He kisses me. I giggle. I lean up onto the bench in front of us and stretch. He pushes his tongue between the cheeks of my bottom and rims that little hole. Im twitching and getting wetter. He pushes back in. He's so deep and god it hurts. He slips his fingers into my hair and pulls my back into a curl. He covers my mouth with his other hand and slips his forefinger between my lips. I gnaw at it as he pushes in. Harder, deeper, more intently with every thrust. I gasp and beg into his hand that I want him to come for me. He does. We separate and kiss. Were both cut and bitten by bugs. Spit drips from my mouth. He holds me as we settle back and watch the stars flicker.