Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne

For a moment or two they just stared, drinking in each other’s flesh, so familiar and yet so strange, here in this forest, about to exchange with each other in view of Birch and Hazel.
    Then Marcus lunged, his cock already fully erect. He smelled of earth and the smoky trout from dinner. Her mouth watered for his kisses, and he enveloped it with his. Her pussy was twitching with moisture and heat and she opened one eye to take a quick glance at Birch and Hazel who were watching them, fondling each other as they did. It was an incredible turn on and Deborah arched her back, thrusting her chest high into the glow of the fire. She knew it was vanity that made her throw her hair back and let it trail down the backs of her arms and onto the ground, but it felt amazing to be watched, admired even.
    Marcus snaked down to her breasts and suckled at her nipples, making them swell and peak more than she’d thought possible. He tugged and pulled with his lips and teeth on each one, letting it fall from his mouth with a satisfying pop , and Deborah watched the ripples quiver through each mound of flesh. Her pussy was in the excruciating position of being so turned on that the line between pleasure and pain was confused. Just one touch would have sent her helter-skelter over the edge into orgasm, but Marcus hovered tantalizingly over her, taking his time, teasing her. Making her wait.
    He slowly, so slowly, crawled over her and kissed her, pressing her body with his. She shuffled her elbows and lowered her back to the mossy forest floor. It seemed to catch her and cradle her, dipping in the perfect spot where her pelvis tipped up naturally and her thighs fell apart. Even the forest is in on it , Deborah thought as she sighed inwardly, undulating her pussy walls in invitation to the bulbous head that danced at her entrance.
    “Fuck me, Marcus,” she wailed, her head rolling from side to side in agonized desire. She felt the strange folding in on herself from earlier as she began to retreat down into the tunnel of her own sex. “Come inside, Marcus,” she beckoned again with her whole being. But still he teased. Lost in her yearning, she was swimming around in liquid arousal, searching for him. Tremors raced through her as she flailed about, opening and closing herself as if she was lost in a labyrinth. His voice called her from far away and she was angry. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Marcus!”
    The sound of a slap roused her and a sting began to register on her cheek. She opened her eyes to meet his wild, worried stare. He was holding her face tight in his palms and she snapped back into her physical body again.
    “Where were you? Where were you?” He was panic-stricken, and the arousal drained from her body. “Are you back?” he questioned, shaking her.
    “Yes!” she had to shout. “I’m here, I’m here!”
    “What happened to you?” He held her jaw fast, making her look at him directly.
    Deborah was scared. She had no idea what had happened. Not really.
    “You were thrashing around like you were having some sort of fit. I couldn’t reach you.”
    Deborah was suddenly embarrassed. She must have looked insane. “I couldn’t reach you either,” she said quietly.
    His softening manhood dangled between her legs, brushing her lips without intent. Anger rose inside her. She’d been wrong-footed again. She’d only been doing what they’d all been talking about, striving for that ultimate unity. Marcus lifted off her as Birch crouched down beside them. Deborah felt utterly foolish, as if she’d had too much to drink and had made a complete idiot of herself. She waited, bristling, for Birch to join in the concern for her sexual faux pas. To her surprise, it was Marcus he stooped to comfort.
    “Thorn,” he crooned, his voice languid and thick. “Thorn, she was there, waiting for you. You just have to let go. You’ll find her.”
    The grip on Deborah’s jaw slackened, and a dark look flashed across Marcus’s face. She was