As he fans his hands over my bare back and ass, I rested my head on his hairy, muscular chest. I don’t know why, but it was wonderful, protected and...loved. I lightly licked his sexy hard nipple and enjoyed pressing up against him. In fact the more and closer we held each other, the more my cock reacted. My body seems to crave his, and his hands seem to crave my ass. He squeezed and caressed my cheeks, gently pulling them apart and running a finger tip across my hole. I just continued to press. .. o-O-oSpringtime on the riverbank. What a wonderful time of year.Time to be up early at the weekend.Time to be out and about as the dawn was breaking.Time to myself, no noise other than the tide running on the river and the wildlife.The snort of a fox I'd met two days before - he and I walking in opposite directions on the same narrow path - the snort of his irritation at my arrogance to be on the same piece of ground as him at this time of the morning. His arrogance at my presence, his eyes. In the second room there were two bodies in the bed one with long ebony locks the other with chocolate.His cock twitched again, pulsing insistently.“NO,” he hissed, “not here for them either.”He carefully closed that door and moved onto the third. He knew by instinct that though there were a couple more rooms to check that this was it.He swung the door opened and regarded the body in the bed. A crimson pool of locks fell around her head in soft waves; he slid into the room and closed the door. She made an impatient sound and moved her hips slightly, but his hands held her firmly in place. He smiled. This was going to be fun! ‘Is there something you wan, My Heart? he teased in a low voice. ‘Please,’ she murmured. ‘Please, Will! I want…’ but her voice trailed off. His smile broadened, and he felt a small tug at his heart. In rare dreams he had heard her beg in that tone, but he had long since given up hope of ever hearing it in real life. Well, he would see just how much he could make.