Anal Heat in the Highlands as Abby Earns Her Name Part Two

The afternoon sun had softened by the time Abby led Daniel back to the meadow, the same hidden hollow where they had first made love a week before. Wildflowers swayed around the old quilt she spread across the grass, and the hum of bees filled the warm air. She had been thinking about this all week, a quiet hunger she had finally whispered to him over coffee that morning. Now, standing barefoot in the tall grass, the thirty two year old woman felt her heart racing with nervous excitement.

Daniel pulled her close and kissed her slowly, his hands tracing the curve of her back beneath her sundress. He took his time, the way he always did, until her breath came short and her skin glowed in the golden light. When the dress slipped from her shoulders, she lay face down on the quilt and looked back at him with a shy, daring smile. He knelt behind her, kissing a path down her spine, whispering that they would go only as far as she wanted.

He had brought a bottle of warm oil, and the scent of almond drifted through the meadow as he massaged her hips and thighs. Every touch was patient and gentle, coaxing her body to relax and open to him. Abby gasped softly when his slick fingers explored where no lover had gone before, and then she pressed back against him, asking for more. When at last he eased inside her, inch by careful inch, she buried her face in the quilt and moaned into the fabric, astonished by the deep, full pleasure blooming through her.

They found a slow rhythm together, his hand reaching beneath her to stroke her until she trembled. The wind carried her cries across the empty field as the pleasure built and finally broke over her in long, shuddering waves. Daniel followed with a groan, holding her tight against his chest. Afterward they lay tangled beneath the open sky, laughing softly, and Abby knew this meadow would hold one more secret for them before summer ended.