There was something about f*****g outdoors that seemed to energize both men. It was a new experience, for one thing. Neither Harlan nor El had made love in the open air, on thick, cool grass, birdsong sounding from the tops of nearby trees, a creek rushing through a ravine, sunlight on their naked skin, and a breeze fanning their bare flesh. These sensations, as much as those of their intercourse, aroused them mightily, kept the hard, increased their stamina, and inflamed their passion. The naughtiness of being fully exposed, especially in such an intimate context as making love, was more than merely thrilling, although it was certainly that; it was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Rammed and slammed from behind, El drove his own hips back, as forcefully as he could, to meet his sweetheart's lunge
