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    Tommy returned to Marianne's side on the blanket. The area was now bathed in just enough light to appreciate how beautiful they both found one another. She watched as the reflection of the candles seemed to dance in his aquamarine eyes, like fireflies over the mediterranean sea. He caressed the side of her face – her soft skin felt like velvet across his palm. She felt her heart tingle as he kissed her again on the lips. She closed her eyes briefly, savouring the moment. Again he kissed her, and then again, as his fingers slid into her hair. She let out a tiny sigh as her bones seemed to turn to liquid.
    He gently laid her down, still kissing her all over as he did. Marianne slipped her hand up his shirt and across his bare chest. She pinched him. He flinched and kissed her harder. She pinched him again, she didn't know why but she did, as if to check whether he was real, whether this was real.
    He took off his shirt, then began to remove Marianne's dress. He released her shoulders from the straps then expertly yanked the dress off in one clean sweep, like pulling a table cloth and leaving the cutlery in place. She let out a yelp as it vanished from her body, leaving her naked except for her panties.
    He leaned over again, this time to suckle on her soft breasts. His hands glided over every inch of her body from her ankles to the nape of her neck. Then up across her thigh and gently down the front of her panties. The sound of her wet folds against his fingers revealed her desire and encourage him more. He rolled his wet fingers over her clitoris and she felt her hips jerked hard. The sensation of ecstasy surged from her loins in waves.
    He peeled off her panties – she could never be too naked for Tommy.
    She felt him lift her legs apart and then his soft lips on the inside of her tender thighs, kissing her, strong kisses that almost suck her flesh into his mouth. She looked down to see his thick dark hair between her legs, she grabbed a fist full and started to press his face hard against her crotch when she suddenly stopped. “Wait,” she whispered.
    Tommy looked up in surprised concern. “What's wrong?”
    “ Nothings wrong,” she replied. “Stand up. Let me do something for you.”
    Tommy did as he was told and got to his feet. Marianne knelt before him and started to undo his belt buckle. She slid it out and let it drop to the floor. He looked down at her as he felt her tiny hands tugging at the button on his pants, then undoing his zip. She pulled them down over his muscular thighs, then let them drop to his feet. A long erection propped up his boxer shorts until Marianne released it and took it into her hot wet mouth.
    Encouraged by Tommy's audible sigh of satisfaction, she ran her hand up his inner thigh and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, her other hand working the rigid shaft.
    The orchard was calm except for the occasional rustle of leaves and the gargle of Marianne's throat. Tommy looked to the sky, his chest heaving rhythmically as he battle to maintain control.
    Marianne noticed how his leg begin to tremble quite violently before Tommy quickly withdrew himself, threw his hands under her arms and effortlessly lifted her into the air, as if she was made of nothing but feathers. He spun around and placed her onto the sturdy branch of a nearby tree. The sound of snapping twigs and apples thumping against the ground could be heard as her soft peachy buttocks pressed upon the bark.
    He came in close to smother her face with kisses, nibbling on her ears and lips as he did. With her arms hanging loosely around his broad shoulders, and her legs wrapped tightly around his taught waist, she could now feel him burrowed deep inside her. He filled her well, a perfect fit she thought, as he picked up momentum. The sting of the dry and gnarled bark grazing her back, played in tandem with his balls as they slapped against her soaked pussy.
    Marianne's screams of unbridled pleasure echoed through