Dahlia
Hunter scooped me up, wrapping my legs around his middle as he stood up, taking me somewhere.
"Hunter, I need you now. I don't want to go back yet," I pleaded, attacking his face with kisses.
"So do I love, but I want to see you come undone under the sun." He chuckled, walking thirty or forty feet into a small clearing. Sure enough, the sun was shining down upon us, warming my bare skin. The tall grass beneath me was soft, welcoming even. Hunter stared at me in pure wonder. Heat pooled between my legs as he took his sweet time, studying me from head to toe and then back up again. "So beautiful."
I sat up and kissed him with some urgency, wrapping my arms around his neck and coaxing him down on top of me. With one hand by my head, he braced himself; the other had a mind of its
