Jamie's eyes roamed around Anastasia's body. He drew in a deep breath and climbed the hammock chair with her.
He spooned her from behind and enjoyed the warm breeze. Her hair danced around with the wind, exposing her long neck. Her nice smell played with his senses.
He found himself slowly getting aroused. However, he composed himself, even if it was hard for him. He wanted her to have a little of the snacks and food first before taking her mind to that area of life.
Anastasia tilted her head, making her beautiful neck more visible. "Fuck me," she tells him.
Jamie threw his head backward and drew in a tortured breath. "I'm so glad you're wearing a skirt," he said breathlessly.
He scoops his arm under her knees and, taking her by surprise, he lifts her and walks over to the mat before them. He swings her around to face the floor, positioning her on all fours.
