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recall. Then memory surfaced. Her smock, of course! Flung away days ago in the meadow.
    Garth trailed his hand softly across her back and then pulled gently on her arm. “Come here,” he said, urging her to lie down again. “Your sketches can wait.”
    For a moment Elise resisted, then she reclined beside him. “I can’t remember the Latin name for bluebells,” she complained.
    “What need have you of that old church-tongue when you know the essence of the plant itself?” He bent the delicate stem beside her to tickle her ear with a cluster of indigo flowers.
    The little blossoms whispered to her, telling of tiny insects visiting, and bigger beetles chewing, of sweet nectar stolen by bees, and the healing power of their roots.
    Indeed, what more could Latin tell me? she thought, as his mouth sought hers.
    Garth’s caress ran lightly over her shoulder and down over her breast; Elise felt her nipple peak against his palm. Her breath picked up its tempo again.
    The sounds of the forest fell away as Garth’s kisses consumed her. She wanted him in a way she had never wanted anything before in her life. He’s so beautiful, she thought, as she traced the perfection of his muscular chest. Someday she would sketch him. Someday. But not today . She leaned over him to lick his small nipples. She was rewarded by his groan of pleasure. Elise smiled and did it again. She let her hands explore, traveling over his ribs, trailing kisses in their wake. Her fingers passed over his hips and then moved on to his legs.
    “I can’t decide which pleases me more,” she said, kneading his flesh. “Your broad shoulders or your manly thighs.”
    “And don’t forget my magnificent cock.” Garth grinned and flexed his member at her.
    “Oh no, “ she said giving it a quick peck. “I could never forget that.”
    “Why choose, when you can have all of me?” He tried to pull her down, but she resisted.
    “ All of you? Let me see.” Then she took him into her mouth.
    Garth gasped and his body stiffened. It didn’t seem possible, but his erection grew even larger and harder as she licked and kissed the length of him. His fingers dug into the moss and his soft groans encouraged her to suck harder. She felt herself grow wet at his obvious arousal.
    “Elise!”
    She ignored him, taking his shaft deep into her throat, then very slowly drawing back, her teeth delicately scraping the length of him. His muscles grew tight and rigid. When she sheathed him with her lips again, he bucked and thrust into her mouth.
    “Elise,” he groaned.
    She was hungry for him too and straddled his hips. “Is this what you want?” she teased, brushing her damp curls over his cock.
    With a growl Garth flipped her off him and she found herself on her elbows and knees. Gripping her hips, Garth spread her legs with his knee. Then he was in her. Stretching her. Filling her. He bent over her, one hand beside her head, the other gently tweaking her nipple. She contracted around his shaft.
    “Have you decided yet? Which part you like best?” He stilled for a moment.
    “No,” she panted. “I’m still… considering the matter.”
    Garth stroked into her, his breath sounding rough next to her ear. The sound of his need fed her own. He withdrew part of the way and then buried himself deeply in her again. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice husky.
    Somehow she found the mind to answer. “Perhaps.”
    His fingers left her breast to slide between her folds. He began to tease the point of her pleasure, circling around, never quite touching it. Still he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. She felt her tissues swell, holding him tight, begging for release. The heat in her grew and grew until she thought she would burst with it.
    “Now! Please…”
    “Mine,” he insisted with each thrust. “Mine. Mine.”
    “Yours,” she capitulated, as she rocked her hips to meet his stroke. “Garth, please!”
    “Since you ask so nicely…” He squeezed her nub