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rubbed his shoulders and she nodded. Julianne followed him to shore, where he perched himself on a large grey boulder to dry in the sunlight trickling through the tall trees.
    He watched, interested, as she drew her fingers through her wet hair, working them gently through the tangled clumps. His eyes followed the movement of her hands around her head. She wasn't sure whether he was oblivious to her nakedness or studiously trying not to look at her. He hadn't put his animal skin back on and Julianne struggled not to look at the dark trail of hair leading down to his flaccid penis. After what had happened yesterday, she worried about drawing his attention to it.
    He ran his fingers through his own hair. He hit a snag immediately and frowned, holding out a lock of hair to look at, frustrated. Julianne moved behind him and began gently teasing apart the worst of the tangles. He yelped in pain as she worked through a particularly twisted hank of hair. She stopped and walked around to face him, trying to convey with her eyes that she did not mean to cause him pain.
    She ventured to rub the tight muscles in his shoulders for a moment before continuing. His head fell forward with a moan and Julianne couldn't help herself. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss at the base of his neck, smiling at the shudder that rolled down his spine.
    He turned to face her, his lips pressed tightly together and a look of strain clouding his dark eyes. Julianne glanced down. Sure enough, he was now hard and big. His thighs began to tremble and panic surged in Julianne's chest. She looked into his frightened eyes. She didn't want him to run today. She wanted to show him that this was natural, that what his body was doing was good.
    She smiled, shyly so as not to appear too aggressive, then ran her thumb over his lips, coaxing them open. When he was breathing normally again, she leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to his. He jerked his head back, causing her to fall forward, toward him. Instinctively, he grabbed her hips roughly and steadied her, but now she was straddling his legs. His erection brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh and she watched as his jaw muscles tightened.
    Julianne wrapped her hands around one of his, letting her skin warm his long slender fingers. After a minute, she entwined her fingers with his, again waiting until he looked comfortable. When his chest was rising and falling evenly and his shoulders had relaxed, she unwound their fingers and flattened her palms against his hard chest. His heart pounded beneath her hands.
    She looked him in the eyes and held his gaze. Slowly she slid her hands over his nipples. At his sharp intake of breath, she paused and let him gather himself. Then she gently rolled one of his nipples between her thumb and finger. He moaned and looked at her beseechingly. Julianne wasn't sure if his expression was pleading with her to stop—or continue.
    His hands were splayed across his thighs, his fingers digging into his muscles. She peeled off one of his hands and lifted it to her chest. She hesitated for a moment, looking him in the eye, before fitting his palm around her breast. Her nipple stiffened immediately and his eyes darted to her chest, then back up to Julianne's face. She smiled encouragingly and as calmly as she could, given the thoughts that were racing through her mind right then. Thoughts of his hands on her, everywhere. His mouth devouring her skin. She'd been with men before but none had ever had this effect on her, had set her entire nervous system aflame with desire.
    He gave her breast a soft squeeze, as if testing its solidity, then his thumb traced a line down to her nipple. Julianne's back arched as he twirled her nipple with his thumb. He stopped, a look of uncertainty on his face. Julianne pleaded with her eyes and pushed her breasts toward him.
    He lifted his other hand to her other breast and rolled both nipples at the same time. Julianne's moan of pleasure