Jack stared at her, trying to understand what she meant. It seemed like she was giving him the green light. Was she confirming his suspicions about their feelings for each other? But he couldn't let himself get carried away. He needed to make sure.

"Sarah, are you saying..."

She silenced him with a slow, tender kiss, her hand still resting on his cheek. "Don't talk," she said when they pulled away. "Just imagine this is one of those books and I am your character.

Jack's body tensed as he shook his head, completely alert. "No," he said firmly. "You can never be one of those characters. You are more than that."

She grinned mischievously. "Well then, let me be a character in your next book. Not the one Demi wants you to write, but the one you truly want to write."

His stomach fluttered at her words. He leaned in for another kiss and effortlessly rolled her on top of him.

She straddled him, giggling with joy. He couldn't help but smile as well, feeling a surge of excitement rush through him.

"Wait," she said. "Let me make you comfortable." She took her dark green shawl sprawled on the blanket and rolled it up into a makeshift pillow placing it under his head and neck.

"Thanks."

She nodded in acknowledgment.

"Your lips," Jack said, tracing over them with his thumb, "are one of the most beautiful pieces of art I have ever seen."

"So you say that to all your women?" she asked tauntingly.

Jack smiled, liking how her ass felt on him. "I don't have any women. I only have girls who agree to fuck me because that's all I could give and take. Nothing more. You are not them. This is different."

"How?" she asked seductively. Holding his gaze, she slipped that thumb into her mouth and licked it slowly. Jack moaned in response, and she smiled teasingly. "Show me how."

Jack’s erection was rock-hard already. He could take off her panties and let her ride right then, but that was the rush that happened with the other girls...the rush to have them gone quickly. He didn't want this woman gone. He wanted her here with him...dare he say, "always"?

Jack pulled her head to him slowly and kissed her deeply. Their tongues rolled over each other in a meaningful dance that threatened to make him cum immediately. It was a serious struggle to stay calm.

"You are messing with my head, Sarah," Jack told her. "You've been messing with my head for days now. I think about you all the time."

"I'm here now," she said and kissed him again.

Jack kissed the corner of her mouth, her forehead, her cheeks... She arched her neck, and he planted a kiss at the base of her throat, pulsating for him...for them.

She paused, discarding her dress and revealing her bare skin. Jack's gaze lingered on her curves, his eyes roaming over the exposed contours of her body. Her figure was captivating, boldly on display before him.

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In another swift movement, he moved her to the side and onto the blanket so that he was on top of her. Suspending himself with his elbow on the blanket, he looked longingly into her eyes. She put her fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth down to hers.

Jack moved his lips from one sensitive spot to the next sending her into a frenzy of whimpers and cries of pleasure.

On the grass, Jack heard the fawn stir and make a sound, but he didn't care for the moment. Nothing mattered but this woman who was sharing all of herself with him.

Sarah couldn't contain her moans any longer, and they echoed through the secluded area.

Jack continued kissing her, whispering. "I am here. Just enjoy everything. Let me please you, Sarah. You don't rush worship."

Jack moved down her body with his lips and tongue, while his hands pulled down her panties. She raised her legs to help him.

He kissed her inner thighs, making his way slowly and deliberately towards the center of her desire. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hot breath against her skin, making every nerve in her body tense with anticipation. Jack took his time, savoring the moment, knowing that this was not just another fleeting encounter, but something profoundly intimate.

Sarah reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, urging him closer. Jack responded to her silent plea, his tongue finally touching her. She gasped sharply, a sound that seemed to resonate with the rustling leaves around them.

Jack’s movements were sensual and slow, exploring her with a gentleness that contrasted starkly with their earlier urgency. Each stroke of his tongue was a word in the silent language they were creating together, each caress a sentence that spoke of deeper connections and unspoken promises.

As he continued, Sarah's hold on his hair tightened, her body responding with waves of pleasure that rippled through her entire being. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, lost in the sensations he was eliciting.

Jack could feel her body trembling under his touch, her breaths coming quicker and ragged. He looked up at her, their eyes locking in an intense gaze that seemed to bridge their souls. In that moment, it was as if they were communicating without words, their connection deepening with each shared breath.

Sarah’s lips parted in a silent moan, her eyes gleaming with overwhelming emotion. Jack felt a surge of protectiveness and affection for this incredible woman who was so openly offering herself to him. He intensified his movements slightly, driven by the desire to give her as much pleasure as she had given him.

As Sarah approached the brink, her body stiffened, and she clutched at the grass beside her, her other hand still entwined in Jack's hair.

The world seemed to pause around them, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of the leaves and Sarah's escalating breaths. Then, with a shuddering sigh that seemed to draw the very essence from her depths, she climaxed, her entire body quivering under the force of her release.

Jack slowly eased up, planting soft kisses on her inner thigh as he made his way back up to meet her eyes again. He could see the raw emotion there, mixed with a vulnerability that she rarely showed. It was beautiful, and he felt honored to witness it.

Cradling her face in his hands, Jack kissed her deeply, this time with a tenderness that enveloped them both in a cocoon of warmth and closeness. Sarah returned his kiss with equal softness, her hands caressing his jaw as if to memorize the feel of him.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms on the blanket, the world around them resumed its gentle pace. The fawn, curious and undisturbed, approached them a bit closer, its soft eyes wide with innocence.

"Look, Jack," Sarah whispered with a light laugh, her voice still laced with the remnants of passion as she nodded towards the curious creature.

Jack turned his head to see the fawn sniffing around nearby. He smiled at the sight, marveling at the peacefulness of the scene and how it contrasted with the heated intensity they had just shared.

"It seems we have an audience," Jack chuckled softly, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet of the clearing.

Sarah laughed along, her laughter tinged with contentment. "Maybe it's nature's way of approving," she suggested playfully, nestling closer to Jack under the blanket.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her into his chest. "If we have nature's blessing, then I guess we must be doing something right," Jack replied, pressing a kiss onto her forehead and then placing a tender kiss on her lips.