"I can feel you undressing me with your eyes," he replied with a smirk, and pressed closer to your body. "Now stop squirming, will you?"

"You're practically naked!" you giggled, way too aware at this point to let his quietness continue along. "I can't undress someone who's already practically as naked as a frog in the swamp!"

"Are you calling me a frog?" The menacing tone in Feitan' voice was undermined by his playful nibbles on your neck, causing you to crinkle to the side.

Failing to suppress a pleasant shiver, you responded teasingly, "What would you do if you did?"

"Probably something like this," Feitan growled, sinking his teeth into your neck. You gasped in surprise, then stretched your neck with relish, providing the thief with a better target. His mouth went up and down from your jawline to the hollow in your neck, all the while alternating between softly kissing and nibbling on your skin. "Or I would do something like this," he whispered into your ear, suddenly gaining a dash of courage and covering your breasts with his hands, commencing a slow massage of the smoothly rounded flesh. His fingers played with your nipples, circling them until the sensitive buds stood erect. Then he pushed his lower body against your, his hard-on pressing against your thighs.

One of his hands slid down your body, pushed down any clothes covering your lower half and vanished between your legs. He gave you a smug grin. "Let me know if you feel uncomfortable... But I assure you I have the experience to please you. And now excuse me while I punish my girlfriend for calling me a frog..."

And before your face could light up red from the title, his head bent over your body. He planted a few tender kisses between your legs, his hair brushing softly over your thighs. In the next moment, his tongue went straight for your clitoris, where it began its sweet dance. Feitan let his tongue trail over your nub lazily a few times before running its entire length over your labia, which at this point were slick with your arousal. His arms wrapped around your thighs, forcing them further apart. And then, after what felt like endless minutes of delicious torture, he finally pushed his tongue into you.

"Oh, God!" you cried, your hips bucking in a desperate attempt to create more friction.

Feitan paused to retort, "No, it's just me, Feitan. Even though you get why you would— "

The rest of his complacent statement was muffled by your skin, as you had rolled your eyes at him and pushed his head back where you needed it so badly.

"Feitan!" You corrected yourself. Driven by your evident desire, Feitan had turned up the volume. His tongue had resumed to drive the nerve ends of your clit crazy, but now he added more stimulation by sliding two long, slender fingers into your hot wetness, moving them back and forth with increasing speed.

You were moaning loudly, your hands still on his head, your lower body practically grinding into his face. Feitan kept the speed up, downrightly fucking you with his mouth and fingers. As you panted, your imminent orgasm building like a huge wave. All you could think about was the release you so desperately craved. Lifting your body a bit and pulling his body towards you, you reached for his erect cock, stroking up and down its length a few times, before positioning it right in front of your wet folds. You both groaned loudly as pressed into you, forcing you to take up his entire length inside you. At first, Feitan put his hands next to your head and thrust into you, but when you sat up and leaned back, supporting your hands on the rock below, he lifted your waist closer into him. After all that build-up, it didn't take much longer. A few moments later you leaned forward, hands on his chest again, and started to orgasm.

As your movements stopped, Feitan started to rapidly push into you again. He drew out your orgasm with his strokes, making you shiver and shake again and again below him, while slamming his body against yours on his way to his own release. Your climaxing body throbbed and convulsed around him, and his breathless groans and grunts told you that he was getting close, too. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, and you gave him a quick kiss, before burying your face in his shoulder. He held you firmly in place while he was thrust with passion. He sank his teeth into your neck again, harder this time, and with a final stroke he came. The feeling of his throbbing, pulsating cock inside of you was exquisite and you let your hips move in small circles to relish every last second of it.

Then you both stopped moving, except for our chests, heaving with the deep breaths we took. "I love you," he mumbled against the skin of his neck, planting a small kiss there, since you both felt too spent to sit up and give a proper kiss.