Annabelle is surprised with how much it unfolds, every touch and action shocking her more than the last, hot electric shudders moving through her. She feels herself ache with anticipatory tension when Lauren's hand presses against her abdomen, her lips parting in surprise with a little moan. When their kiss breaks, she bites her lip, letting her head fall back on her pillow as the hiking pace pleasantly overwhelms her, which is when she feels Lauren kiss on her neck. His hands on her hips, strong and eager, do much more to get her that much wetter.

"Oh, god," she says, and she laughs a little. Just once, breathlessly, and she swallows for air. She's amazed at how aroused she is, so quickly; he's really learned his way around her body. The way his cock presses against her is reminiscent of a not too distant memory, and she throbs against him, anxiously squirming her hips on him. "That feels—the way you press against me..."

Her mind races lewdly, and she gets an idea.

"Take out your cock," she murmurs. As she says this, she's reaching a hand downwards, lifting one of her legs a little bit as her palm skims along the hill of her pubis.