THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM MY WORK IN PROGRESS, YET TO BE ACCEPTED FOR PUBLISHING.
His grin reassured her and his scent stirred deep into her mind, releasing longings, dampening her thighs and the ‘tom-tom’ of the drums of passion sounded in her mind.
Already kneeling, he began to undress her with fluid movements, shedding her blouse from her body and tossing it aside before undoing her jean’s waist button, his fumbling for the zip had her helping him.. A quick shrug and he eased them down her legs. She lifted her buttocks to help him. Her knickers followed the path of the jeans, tossed aside into the bush. Hastening now she undid her bra and with a shout of delight and freedom tossed it high, to hang from an overhead branch. She laughed.
Naked – the ground sheet smooth and uneven beneath her.
He reached and pulled her by one hand, hauling her upright and taking a step back he gathered her into his arms, hugging her so that they were chest to breast, burying his head in her hair, cupping her chin and dropping kisses around her face. With gentle movements he slid his body against her breasts, and wrapped his wide palms to around the soft mounds of her bottom. In turn she ran her hands up and down his back, digging her fingertips into the grooves between his muscles, playing the bones of his spine as if playing a recorder. A picture from her childhood days in the school’s orchestra raced through from her memory, and with eyes closed she puffed her breath onto his shoulders and against his neck as she imagined him to be her instrument, and she the musician. They were about to make forest music.