***PLEASE NOTE: THIS FIC IS NOW RATED M***

She was floating in a sea of sensation. Or was she drowning? She had no idea. His kisses were drugging her, giving her hit after hit but leaving her ever addicted, desperate for more. His tongue was wicked, drawing wanton moans from her as he devastated her mouth again and again.

He released her with a pop, and she whined.

But then he was moving down her neck, nipping and soothing, and she arched like a cat to allow him access. She found herself gripping his shoulders, simply holding on, happy to allow him to direct their path. He certainly knew what he was doing; she wasn't vastly experienced, but she could tell even now that he was, and he knew exactly what to do to bring his partner pleasure. He gripped her hips, shifting her so that her core now pressed against the growing bulge in his pants, and- oh.

Like the rest of him, it was not a small bulge at all, and the moment she felt herself aligned with it, even through their clothes, lightning zipped through her, and she found she could not stop her hips from rolling into his again and again, trying to soothe the want that was growing inside her, only fanning the flames higher. He sucked on her pulse at her neck, and her hips jerked harder into his, her nipples pebbling where they were pressed against his chest. His arms banded around her, strong and sure, one hand supporting her lower back and helping her to maintain their friction, the other buried in her hair, supporting her neck and angling her in any direction of his choosing.

None of the boys she had ever dated - and compared to this moment, they were all mere boys - had ever made her feel this unraveled in such a short space of time. She was used to fumbling inexperience and selfish grasping for their own pleasure, at least until she was able to show them how to touch her. Even then, though, she wasn't herself experienced enough to know how to guide them. This man, though, had yet to touch her anywhere indecent, yet she felt unraveled and undone, simply from the ministrations of his mouth on hers, his lips at her throat.

She had changed into a simple grey shirt and charcoal hiking shorts after her bathe that afternoon - they were about the nicest clothes she had with her, considering - and she came to a whole new appreciation for wide-necked shirts as he nosed the fabric aside to taste her collar bone. She slid one hand up into his hair as she felt his glide down her back and then up under the fabric at her waist, his fingers warm and firm on her skin, fire following in their wake.

"Off," she panted, and after the briefest hesitation, he peeled her shirt up and over her head, revealing her simple cotton bra.

He stared down at her, his eyes like midnight, and it seemed to take him some effort to lift his gaze to her face once more. He didn't say anything, though, instead diving in to take her mouth once more, this time with more confidence. She arched into him as his hands inched their way up from her waist until he finally, finally cupped her breast, molding it into his large palm and squeezing, brushing the peak of her nipple through the fabric, sending lightning to her core.

Her own hands were no longer idle. She had been mapping her way down the firm breadth of his chest, and now was gathering the edges of his shirt. Unwillingly, because his tongue was doing sensational things to her mouth, she broke off their kiss so that she could push his shirt up over his head, dropping it somewhere behind them. She leaned forward to begin an assault on his neck and shoulder, and felt one of his warm hands slide around her, up her back, and a moment later she felt the clasp of her bra being released.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning her away from him as he dusted her bra straps gently down her arms, then pulled the garment off and away, leaving them both naked from the waist up. They took a moment to simply stare at each other, skin all but glowing in the moonlight, the world around them completely hushed.

Then everything was frantic movement as mouths fused and fingers danced and explored, kneading and touching. He took her breasts in his hands once more, this time pinching and teasing her nipples, and she retaliated by scraping her fingernails down his muscular chest and up his back. Then he followed his hands with his mouth, sucking and laving, and it was all she could do just to hold on as sensation overwhelmed her.

"Please," she cried, not even entirely sure what she was asking for, only knowing that she needed something, something - more. He seemed to understand, though, as one of his hands snaked down between them, popping the button of her shorts, curling down past her underwear, and slipping his fingers through her folds, grazing her clit. She cried out, loudly, jerking into him as she grappled at his shoulders, her body beyond her own control.

He reached up with the hand that was not currently occupied, cupping her jaw so that he could press his thumb against her lips. "You'll have to be quiet, Alexis," he said, and she was too far gone to care about how smug he sounded. "Sound travels further at night. We don't want to wake the camp or the villagers because you're screaming."

He punctuated that remark by sliding two fingers inside of her, and she whimpered, retaliating by opening her mouth wider and pulling his thumb inside, swirling her tongue around it in an attempt to keep from making too much noise as his fingers began to slide in and out of her rhythmically.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice full of awe, and he bent down so he could take her nipple into his mouth, his thumb reaching up to find her clit once more, and with so many sensations, it only took a few more deft strokes and she was flying, arching wildly against him, breaking apart on the crest of her release.

Boneless, she felt him gather her into him, and she collapsed gratefully into the cove of his chest. His large hands swept up and down the length of her back, bringing her warmth in the sudden chill, and it was only once she was able to blink open her eyes, gazing up at him in wonder, that he spoke.

"Alexis, that was incredible. You are incredible."

Her mind devoid of words, she reached up with one clumsy hand to cup his jaw, dragging his mouth down to meet hers.

It took a surprisingly - to her, at least - short amount of time for their kiss to get out of hand, and almost before she knew what was happening, he guiding her down onto her back, stretching out beside her on their makeshift bed, mouths still fused, hands roaming. She swept her hands down his chest, lower, and paused as she encountered his pants. As if in answer, his hands settled at her waist, fingers trailing the smooth skin at the edge of her still open shorts and the resulting visible scrap of her cotton panties, and they drew back to look at each other, chests heaving.

"We don't have to go any further tonight…" he began, but even before he finished speaking, she hooked her fingers in her waistbands, drawing her open short and panties down her legs and kicking them away, leaving herself completely exposed to him. He watched with hungry eyes, taking his time to really study her from her toes up, and when he finally reached her eyes, there was a quirk of humor in his gaze, as well as a burning need. He said nothing, however, instead shucking his own pants and underwear, all but ignoring her as he reached over for a condom.

Alexis felt her cheeks flushed as she looked down at him. She had felt the growing bulge earlier through his clothes and had thought he was well endowed then, but seeing just how big he was in the flesh and at attention caused her breath to stutter and her mind to blank.

How in the world was he going to fit?

It was a ridiculous thought, she knew, but Max had been fairly average in size and she didn't exactly have many more examples available for comparison. She had researched sex when she started dating Max, knew all about how her own muscles could stretch to accommodate size, was aware that men being well endowed was considered to be a good thing, but even so…

Her thoughts were interrupted as her line of sight was, as he expertly rolled the condom down his shaft, taking a moment to be sure it was on properly with such a professional assurance that she was reminded once again that he was a doctor. He then returned to his spot, stretched out alongside her, his head propped up in one hand, his eyes sweeping the length of her body before glancing up at her face once more.

"Everything okay?" he asked, resting his free hand on the relatively neutral skin of her stomach. She nodded, taking his hand and tugging, and he followed her mute request, bracing himself over her. She shifted her legs apart to accommodate him, and stifled a gasp as she felt him settling against her, skin on skin. He was looking down at her, not saying or doing anything, and she quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Everything okay with you?" she asked, hoping to spur him into action. He quirked a smile at her, then glanced down at her chest.

"Your skin glows in the moonlight," he said, then bent down to press an open-mouthed kiss between her breasts. "I think I'm going to start calling you 'Peaches and Cream'," he added with a smirk, and before she could think of a response, his mouth was open on her breast, sucking at her nipple, and his hand was squeezing, molding, and pinching the one on the other side. She groaned, running her fingers up through his hair, sliding along his shoulders, trying to find purchase on his back. It felt like lightning zipping from the peak of her breast to her core, and as she arched up she could feel his length against her leg and it was all she could do not to beg. His mouth switched sides and his tongue swirled and his teeth nipped and she flung her head back, beyond capable of containing herself.

He moved up her breast, up her neck, and simultaneously slid a hand down between them, dipping between her folds and causing her to gasp.

"You ready?" he murmured, and she nodded.

He guided himself to her entrance, and held himself there, slipping back and forth between her folds, teasing even as he bent down to kiss her.

Then he began pressing into her.

He took it slowly, inch by inch, pausing frequently and allowing her more than enough time to adjust, gliding back out and then moving in a little further, a little deeper with each shallow thrust. Alexis felt her muscles stretching, burning, yet the burn was so good, the sparks and embers fanning, growing, flaming. With a final push, he was encased within her, and he rested his forehead on hers as they breathed together, both taking a moment.

She reached up to meet his mouth with hers in a sweet, chaste kiss.

He pulled out of her and slid back in, and both of them groaned. Then all was movement as he set a slow, steady pace, withdrawing and then sliding back in, her body clamping and releasing around him in time. He started moving more steadily, completely in control, palming her breast again, their tongues mimicking the movement of their bodies, and she ran a hand around his waist, smoothing down his spine so that she could squeeze his ass.

His rhythm stuttered, and he jerked into her sharply.

"Yesssssss," she hissed, and he blinked down at her, repeating the action.

Her hips rose to meet his.

"More. Please, Josh," she moaned, and his mouth crashed back down to hers as he started fucking her in earnest. She raised her legs higher on his hips, her ankles locking around his back as he pounded into her, her nails scrabbling for purchase at his back, doubtless leaving marks. She felt full, possessed, wanton - loved, even as every nerve ending began to sing, the coil in her core building, building - she needed -

His fingers brushed through her curls, finding her clit, and that was all she needed to go flying, the explosion of her climax sending shock waves out, clenching around his length, and with a stifled roar he followed her, pushing into her one last time and then stilling as she milked him dry, and they slumped together, breathing heavily.

He moved as if to roll off her, but she held him tight, not willing yet to lose him, not caring if having him on top of her like this was making it difficult to catch her breath.

"Stay," she whispered. After a moment, though, he rolled them both so that she was nestled into him, their bodies still interlocked even as she felt him soften within her.

He brushed her hair out of her eyes. "That was - Alexis, I don't have words."

She met his lips with a smile. "Not bad," she agreed playfully. "But as I'm here as a scientist, I feel that I should point out that the hypothesis should be tested more thoroughly before we draw any conclusions."

He groaned. "Give me a few minutes to recover, Peaches, and I'll test that hypothesis of yours to the limit," he said, bending down to kiss her again.

Eventually Josh wiggled out of her arms and sat up. Tucking one arm behind her head so that she had a better view, she watched as he deftly disposed of the condom, tucking the rubbish back in the paper bag in which they had arrived. He then clambered down to the edge of the river, leaving his back to her, and after a few minutes he returned, picking up the fruit and cookies and passing them down to her before lowering himself to a sitting position, leaning back against the boulder. She pouted up at him, annoyed he was so far away, but when she held out her hand to beckon him back down to her, he hauled her up instead, and guided her to sit between his legs, her back against his chest.

She sighed and melted against him, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the support of his broad chest behind her. He opened the fruit platter, passing her another piece of the melon she had sampled earlier, and selecting a chunk of mango for himself, and for a while they ate in companionable silence. At one point she felt his hand - the one not supplying them both with snacks - slip around her waist, his fingers brushing back and forth along the skin of her stomach in a gentle caress that left her shivering.

To be honest, at first she thought he was being completely absent minded, but once she refused more food, replete, his fingers began to wander further, sweeping up to just brush the underside of her breast, down around the edge of her navel, along her hip and the outside of her thigh, and then back again, leaving her skin tingling, making her squirm as he avoided any really sensitive areas. She felt him move the leftovers away, then sweep her hair away from one shoulder, and then his mouth was on her, nibbling at the back of her neck, and she gasped.

"Did I tell you about the time…" he began, and she half turned to look at him over her shoulder in askance at his apparent non-sequitur, but he nudged her back around. "Trust me?" he asked.

She nodded. She did trust him, although she had no idea what he was doing. He began telling a story from his childhood then, of visiting an aunt who had moved to rural Georgia for work, and of spending long days climbing trees in the orchard next door. His hands roamed as he spoke, stroking and petting her, almost entirely in neutral zones where, had either of them actually been wearing clothes, it would have been acceptable for him to touch in public - yet as she listened to the cadence of his voice and felt his hands sweeping idly across her skin, she felt the hum of arousal coursing through her once more. She began to reciprocate, teasing the skin of the muscular thighs bracketing her as she sat, dancing her fingertips down his powerful forearms and gliding them over the backs of his hands even as they swept across her skin.

His words were murmured in her ear, and he occasionally punctuated a sentence by nipping at her earlobe or kissing her neck.

And then he started talking about the peaches from that orchard, and his large hands swept up to fully cup both breasts, and even as she threw her head back onto his shoulder for support, she was groaning internally at herself for not recognising what he had been leading up to. It didn't help that his description of the peaches was downright pornographic, nor did the way she could feel the rumble of his voice where her back was pressed to his chest.

"...They were the sweetest things I have ever tasted. Sweet, just a little tangy, and so juicy that you had to wipe your mouth after every bite. They were large, too. I remember the weight of them, the way just one would fill my hand - how soft they were to touch, how gentle you had to be with them. And then the texture of the flesh as I took bite after bite."

He had been testing the weight of her breasts as he spoke, pinching and tugging at her nipples, letting them fill his hands and squeezing as if testing the fruit he was describing, and Alexis groaned, her knees dropping wider as his words and his hands worked her up again.

He kissed her neck again and she mewled, breathless, turning her face to press into his jaw. "Please," she murmured, straining to nip at his stubble, the movement making her aware of his arousal growing steadily behind her.

One of his hands slid down her stomach, pausing for just a moment above her curls, and then she was choking back another cry as his fingers dipped down to part her folds, and she jerked her hips up to meet him.

"So wet for me again, Peaches?" he asked. She could hear his satisfaction.

"Josh…" it was meant to be a demand but it came out more like a sigh.

"You want this?" he asked, his tone serious. Always with the consent. She had to agree with him, though. His insistence on asking each time was becoming a genuine turn on.

"Yes. Please," she begged again. His fingers were sliding through her folds, brushing her clit with each pass, and she could feel herself growing more and more slick. Then, suddenly, his hands were gone from both breast and center, settling instead on her hips.

"You need to move, Peaches. I've got you," he coaxed, helping her forward, guiding her so that she was on her hands and knees before him. She moved to sit up, but he placed a hand on her back, gently restraining her. "Like this. Trust me, you'll like it."

She could only nod, feeling oddly exposed. She had had no problem with him above her as he had been during round one, nor cuddled into him as they ate, but now she was very aware of the fact that anyone might see her, naked out here in the jungle, wantonly on her hands and knees as the man behind her opened another condom and rolled it on.

It was mortifying, but also salacious. And damn, did it turn her on.

Then his hands were on her hips, sweeping up her back in reassurance, then back down again to hold her in place, nudging her knees a little wider apart so he could slide his arousal through her wet folds, teasing her entrance, making her arms shake with the effort of holding herself in place.

Then her mouth dropping open on a silent cry as he pushed into her from behind, filling her completely. In spite of her arousal and their earlier encounter, she was still shocked at his size, her muscles straining, clenching, a heady mix of pleasure and pain.

He gave her a moment to adjust to his intrusion, smoothing his hands over her skin again in comfort. She leaned forward on her forearms instinctively, and the angle helped a little.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice tight.

Alexis rocked forward and then back again, experimentally - and almost combusted on the spot at the feeling of his shaft sliding inside her, relieving the pressure she could already feel building, then replacing it on the return, stoking it higher, making her desperate for more. Behind her, she heard him hiss.

"Just dandy," she managed to croak, rocking forward once more. His hands returned to her hips and he pulled her back onto him, then held her steady as he started a gentle, steady rhythm.

It was indescribable. With every stroke, the tension within her built, coiled, soothing the want and yet creating an even stronger desire with every surge. He began to move faster, pumping into her, and she jerked her hips back to meet him with each stroke. One of his hands snaked down around her torso to grasp one of her breasts that had been swaying beneath her as she moved, and she undulated into him as he pinched her nipple.

Then he switched hands, placing the one back on her hip, and reaching around with the other, his strong arm banding around her as their bodies moved together, coasting down, down, and then his fingers were on her clit.

Her teeth sank into her forearm to muffle the scream.

There was so much sensation. The rhythmic pounding, filling her deeply, the thick digits firmly circling her clit, and no matter which direction she moved, forwards or backwards, it was always into one or the other.

His strokes were growing choppy, the fingers at her hip like a vice, bruising her as he drummed into her, and just when she wondered if she could take any more, her inner muscles began to flutter, and a moment later she was breaking apart, shattering. He hammered into her once, twice, three times more, and then he too was releasing into the condom inside of her, and she found herself all but collapsing face first into the bedding beneath them, his larger form following on top, rolling just enough to the side to make it possible for her to breathe.