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bodies.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” she keeps crying. His face is beside hers, and she can smell his sweat. She wonders if he would let her kiss him.
    He slams and slams himself into her, as though he’s trying to pound her into the very bark. It’s extremely rough sex, and her buttocks are being grinded repeatedly into the wood. She can feel her soft skin begin to chafe. She can’t help crying out with each thrust, each grind, each undulation of his energized hips.
    His cock whacks against her G-spot even as his pubis pistons against the tender nub of her clit. She ascends dizzyingly, buoyed by the peaks of sharp sensations that keep cresting her higher and higher . . . and higher. Her head spins with a kaleidoscope of everything that is melded together into sound, sight, taste and smell.
    “Ohhhhhhh!” she screams into the foliage above her. She screams into the reddening sky. She screams and screams as her fingers claw against the bark, against one another, against anything she can get her nails into.
    His warm sperm jettisons into her – a flow of molten liquid that is oh-so-satisfying. She can feel it swarm into every crevice, every hidden valley, and just as soon as it gushes in, it trickles out – its fortunes prey to gravity.
    For a fleeting moment, she wonders what it would be like to have a child with this man. It would be so easy. Just stop taking the pill and let his sperm do the trick.
    But of course, that would be deceitful. He trusts her – his future VP. He trusts that she is keeping herself unfertilized with the pill.
    He puts her legs down carefully, and her heels sink into the ground, stumbling over the uneven roots. Her thighs ache from where he has grasped her and from the sheer act of being kept wide apart for so long.
    He leans into her, resting his forehead against the bark. His breath comes out in short pants. His slightly stubbled cheek brushes against hers. She’s panting as well. Her sweat is being rapidly evaporated by the cool breeze that blows in from the meadow. Her racing pulse is slowly trending downward, and she can feel her heart drumming down into a steadier beat against her ribs.
    She turns her face to his and kisses him lightly on the cheek. It’s more of an unconscious act than a conscious one. It’s something she would do to a lover post-sex – nuzzle against him with sweet kisses.
    He freezes.
    Too late, she realizes what she has done.
    “No,” he murmurs, and draws away.
    Their eyes lock. Mesmerizing blue against soft brown.
    She whispers, “Why won’t you let me kiss you?”
    He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, and moves away – his now semi-turgid cock pulling out of her wet, wet pussy. Her inner thighs are streaked with their combined juices. The expression on his face is the very same one she has glimpsed yesterday – one of vulnerability and soft, bruised confusion.
    The Adam’s apple on his throat moves.
    “Let’s go,” he says abruptly.
    “I would like to, but you’ll have to untie me first,” she reminds him.
    He manages a laugh. Once again, it’s a rare moment that she is seeing – one in which he is not dominant and overpowering. It hints at multiple layers within the man – a nice surprise.
    “Of course,” he says, going to the back of the tree.
    He loosens her bonds and gathers the rope while she rubs her mildly chafed wrists, indented with rope striations. They put their clothes silently back on again and get into the car.

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    They drive through the country tracks once again, the wheels of the car trundling over uneven hillocks.
    “Where are we going?” she asks him.
    “I thought we’d explore the non-sexual side of our bargain.”
    She wonders what that means.
    After a while, she remarks, “There’s no one around for miles.”
    It’s true. They haven’t seen a single soul or structure or car in these golden meadowlands, now sunken in purple twilight. There are only trees and grassland and flowers rippling in the wind. Birds wheel in