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"I kind of imagined it a lot when I was...doing it myself." First of Dusk admitted one morning, as the two were preparing food over the fire. "And I really want to watch you doing that."

Despite having been sleeping together for the last six days of this trip, sometimes First of Dusk still became embarrassed talking about sexual habits and what he liked.

He'd told her after the previous night indulging her own fantasies, as she had been so embarrassed to admit them to him. He confessed that often during those times he was thinking about her masturbing in front of him. Looking at him, rubbing herself, her body writhing in pleasure as she moaned his name and begged him to watch. It was a fair bit more explicit than the almost purely romantic fantasies she'd had of him, but it was still nothing near what she'd expected.

"I'm surprised your ideas weren't a little more creative." She giggled. "I mean...I know you're kind of sappy, but I thought you'd at least be thinking of me in bed with you."

"At the time I didn't think I'd ever get that chance." He shrugged. It was a nonchalant admission, but it did hurt a little to hear. The idea that he had never thought she'd be willing to go that far with him, and that he'd not realized how much she loved him.

"Is that why we've been doing it every night since the first time?" Nightsail asked. "Making up for lost time?"

"Well...it certainly accomplishes that, even if the real reason is that you're far too irresistible for me to want to stop." He smiled, and that flirtatious grin made the heat rise once again in her cheeks.

'It was bad enough when he was being sweet, now that he's confessed he's bold enough to flirt with me.' She thought. 'It's going to be a nightmare trying to stay composed whenever we decide to go home."

The thought of home sent a pang of pain echoing through her chest. She couldn't go home anymore. She'd abandoned her family after what her parents had tried to force on her. She tried to convince herself that it really had been for the best but the guilt still ate at her, as did the loneliness that came with leaving behind her brother. The one member of her family who she had still loved.

She needed a distraction from those thoughts, and right now it was staring her in the face.

'Damn it, why not?' She thought as she shuffled forward on the mat laid out over the snow. She slowly unzipped her coat, and then began to pull up the shirt below, exposing her breasts to him.

"Think you can resist long enough to let me pay back last night's indulgence?" She smiled. Her hands went lower and tugged down her pants, taking her underwear with them until both were around her knees. First of Dusk's eyes widened, watching the way she was stripping herself in front of him. He'd imagined this before, and while he had explored her body intimately over the past six nights and could recall each curve and rise of her form, watching what had only been a fantasy now play out in front of him made the lust rise to the fore of his mind.

"You're not going to get too cold, are you?" He asked as she spread her legs, back leaning against a log they had dragged over to use as a bench by the fire.

Nightsail simply reached out and began to glide her fingers along her folds in slow, sensual strokes.

"It's sweet of you to be so worried for me, even when I'm giving you just what you used to think about." She laughed, voice lowering as she felt the pleasure of her touches begin to run through her body. "Just let me indulge you, for now."

She bit her lip as she began to rub in small circles just above her clit, and the heat rose to her face as she watched the way First of Dusk stared at her, eyes full of desire and body tense. This was definitely a test of his self control, she thought. But the sight that came next of him leaning back to unzip his own pants made her own self control come into practice as well, watching the way his cock slid from his pants and how he began to stroke it as she watched.

"Ahhh, it's a wonder I never noticed that thing in your pants before this." She gasped, one hand moving up to cup and roll her breast. "Did you ever get hard around me? Ever want to...push me down like you did last night?"

"It was hard hiding it when I did. I would...try to make sure you didn't see it down there." He said, letting out a low groan as he stroked himself.

"Oh gods, Ci Toa..." She moaned out the first syllables of his true name. "Having you watch is making this so much better."

She began to roll her hips as her fingers found her favorite spots along her folds. One hand rolled and squeezed at her breast, the other stroking along her sex and rubbing up over her clit in a quckening caress. Her eyes stayed on him, watching as he stroked his cock, the way his hand worked up and down that thick, long shaft in a way that made her want to walk over and sit herself down on it. But this shared fantasy was far too enjoyable to stop.

"Look at me..." She breathed, voice catching as her body shivered and her hips bucked up against her own hand. "First of Dusk...ahh, I want you...all those times...I imagined..."

Her voice broke off into a shuddering high pitched moan as she pushed two fingers into herself and ground her hips into her hand.

"Gods, Nightsail..." First of Dusk panted, eyes locked on her writhing form as he felt his cock throb, the fires of pleasure that burned through his body coaxing him onwards. Even if he wanted to lean over her and take her right here in the snow, he was transfixed by the show she was giving him.

Both of the young lovers felt the chill wind on their bodies, reminding them of how exposed they were out in the open of this snowy forest. They knew no one would be around for miles, but the thrill remained. Nightsails breath came in deep, pleasured gasps, faster and faster as she touched herself in front of the boy she had grown up beside. She'd always seen the loving, innocent side of him, when he'd spend the days with her exploring their little slice of the world and laughing over their own lives. She'd fantasized about his words and praise, an imagined desire for her being whispered into her ear.

And now she saw the side of him that he'd hidden, that carnal desire to take her as his own. A need to explore her body, one that he was so desperate to hide out of worry that she would reject him, but now bared for her to see.

"First...please, watch me...I w-want you to see...see me..." She stuttered, voice breaking as her climax drew ever closer, as she could tell did his.

She touched herself as she watched him stroke his cock, beads of cum leaking down over his hand while his body tensed and shuffled in pleasure. She remembered how it felt sliding into her. The memory of his hands running over her body and the taste of his breath on her lips before he kissed her.

"Take me..." she whispered, crying out brokenly as she passed the point where she could stop the coming flood. "First of Dusk, p-please take me n-now!"

He came before she had finished her words. With an uncontrolled moan his seed erupted from his cock, splattering over the snow, and she watched every hot stream of it shooting through the cold air. All drawn out solely by watching her like this, his focus entirely on her body and her begging. The thought only intensified the ograsm that hit her. Her eyes rolled back as her back arched, feeling the hot gush between her legs, soaking her hands and the mat underneath her. She looked back at him, fighting the urge to throw her head back.

'He's shooting so much...I can't believe how hot that is.' she thought, barely able to keep focused as her orgasm rushed through her. But the thought was one that only made it all the more intense.

When the two of them finally came down from the peak of ecstasy they lay back, taking in gasps of the cool winter air. The snow between First of Dusk's legs was a streaked mess of his seed, painted over the snow. And beneath her own legs the mat below her pooled her own arousal, her behind wetly resting in the cooling mess. Neither could speak, but watched each other's post climax daze, content in the sight of their lover having enjoyed the sights.

The sudden smell of smoke and burning food jolted both of them out of their stupor, as the hissing and spitting pot of soup made its attention known. First of Dusk stumbled up as best he could, finding his footing unevenly as he tried to hook the pot off of the fire with his pants falling from his waist. Even as he lifted the blackened pot from the hanger his leg caught on his own pantleg, and he toppled sideways sending the soup splashing over the snow as the pot tumbled away.

"There goes breakfast..." he muttered, watching the steaming mess mixing with the melted slush below.

"Usually you're supposed to buy me a meal before you get off, right?" Nightsail giggled. "I know I'm a bit new to this but I think you messed up the order."

First of Dusk tackled her, pushing her from the mat and into the snowdrift next to her. She yelped as her naked behind sank into the snow, his arms pinning her down before she could protest how he pressed his lips to hers. He halfway laughed into the kiss as she tried to escape the freezing confines her behind was now trapped in, unable to move with him on top. He relented after a moment and pulled her back onto the mat.

"Is this the part where I say something about my cock being your breakfast instead?" He teased, nuzzling into her neck.

"It would be...if both of us weren't going to freeze our privates off unless you let me pull up my pants." She huffed. "Or I'll hold your dick in the snow until it falls off."

"Then where would your breakfast come from?" He chuckled. She shuffled her hips up and worked her pants back into place, covering herself once more from the cold.

"From somewhere that isn't going to leave my jaw so sore." She said, eying him. He blushed, a trait she was glad he hadn't lost even with his newfound confidence in courting her.

"Oh, right...sorry about that." he recalled, memories of their experimentation two nights ago when she'd tried to give him a blowjob, and he'd been a little too enthusiastic during his climax and forgotten his own size relative to her mouth.

"Go and find something else to cook, and I might forget about that long enough to try it again." She kissed his nose, one hand reaching up to rub at his hair affectionately. He gave a satisfied murmur as she stroked his hair, pulling her closer into his lap as he smiled.

"Alright, but only because you're going to have me dreaming about what you just did for months.."