Conall ducked again, sucking and slurping on me, and my cunt throbbed, empty and pleading. I sat up and Conall scowled as I tugged him away from my sex, but he laughed as I pawed and pushed and threw him down to the ground, climbed over his long legs, stroked and scratched at his chest. His hands gripped my hips, and he was lazy, indolent, and luxurious in the grass, his eyes matching their shadows, his hair strikingly bright. The sun struck my back hard, and I moaned at the very sight of him.
