Exposure by Caia Fox

and
didn’t bat an eyelid when we arrived. I wanted to stay there forever, but we
only had the weekend to ourselves.
    This was our time, and we made the most of
it. It was as if we were already on our honeymoon and spent a lot of time in
our suite, but we managed to dress for dinner so we could sample the delights
of the dining room.
    That Sunday, the weather was perfect for a
walk, and we explored the vast grounds. The estate was surrounded by high walls,
and it was miles away from anywhere. We thought it was probably enough to keep
stray photographers out, but Nathan said he would employ a security company to
patrol the perimeter and make sure they didn’t get in. It felt like we were a
thousand miles away from the mad world of movies and premieres.
    “You know what I’m going to do now,” Nathan
said when we’d checked out the walls and were back walking through the
extensive woods that made up the estate.
    “What?”
    “Fuck you right here, where no one can find
us...”
    I smiled at him. It was so long since we
had dared to make love outside.
    “What about the staff?”
    “Do you think they are going to be
wandering about in the woods? They’ll all be working or rushing off home as
soon as they can.”
    He was right. We had the woods to
ourselves. It was bliss.
    “I want you naked,” he said. “Not a stitch
on, like a little wood nymph.” And he started undoing the buttons on my blouse
and removed it.
    My heart thudded. He could always get my
heart racing with nothing more than a touch or a word.
    “Take off your bra,” he said. “Let me see
you.”
    I reached behind to the clasp and took it
off.
    “So beautiful,” he said. “Swollen in fresh
air.” He ran his fingers over the tips of my breasts, and the familiar rush of
desire ran through me.
    He unzipped my jeans, and I slipped them
off along with my sandals.
    “Those panties will have to go too.”
    I felt strangely vulnerable as he pulled
them down, and I was left naked in the forest while he was fully dressed. We
always seemed to end up like that. I think he felt more in control that way.
    “I love you,” he said, and took me in his
arms.
    “I love you too.” I reached for the buttons
on his shirt. I didn’t want to be the only one naked. Nathan let me take off
his shirt, and I felt the hard planes of his bare chest and his cock rigid in
his jeans against my bare body, my back against the rough trunk of a tree.
    “You tempt me too much,” he said. “I was
going to tease you and make you wait, but I can’t. I need you now.”
    He took out his cock and entered me then,
so hard and deep, I gasped.
    “So fucking wet. I love to feel you so
tight around me. You love that too, don’t you, baby?”
    “Yes,” I groaned, clinging onto his broad
shoulders as he hammered in and out of me.
    I loved that. My bare chested man, love of
my life, taking me like that, not being able to wait, needing to have me right
there right then, ramming into me hard.
    It felt so good to be naked in the woods
with him inside me. I wouldn’t have swapped it for anything.
    “Come for me,” he said, kissing my nose and
then plunging into me again and again. “Give it up for me. You know you want to
come here, don’t you? Right outside where anyone can hear you, my filthy,
naughty girl.”
    And his words took me right over the edge,
and we both came, our limbs shuddering, our voices mingling with the sound of
the leaves and the birds. It felt so right, so good.
    We held each other, and he kissed my hair,
my neck, my ears. I was in heaven. I wanted him again. I couldn’t get enough of
him. He undressed and made a blanket of our clothes, and we lay on them,
holding each other until he was ready, and he entered me once more, more gently
and lovingly than he usually did, never taking his eyes from mine, as if he was
under some spell, mesmerized by me. We laughed at the strangeness of that
coupling—two naked people in the middle of nowhere, as if we were part of