Yelena didn't mean to squirm quite so much. She didn't mean to grind herself against him so enthusiastically as Will worked his jaw, lips and tongue giving her the most intense stimulation she's ever experienced. She couldn't help herself. Her head fell back with a soft thud to rest against the shed as her thighs began to tremble with the effort of staying upright.
Dazed, she felt the kiss pressed to her inner thigh. Will's voice speaking from below, between her legs, giving voice to her own thoughts. She had been nervous to suggest moving locations. Like the night in his room, she was afraid that if they stopped, the magic of the moment would be broken and she wouldn't be able to convince him to do it again. Now Yelena was fairly certain he would be agreeable to keep going. Plus, she was acutely aware of the discomfort his knees must be suffering where he knelt in the dirt.
The twinkle of the lights momentarily drew her attention. Yelena looked up across the dim stretch of the grounds. Lampyris noctiluca, the UK's only native firefly. Although less common here in Scotland, she remembered Melina's lessons. She knew they were best seen in June and July evenings, when females glow green to attract males. The first of August was a little late for it, but here they were.
"Bioluminescence," she said softly, the smile evident in the sound of her voice. Looking down, her hazel eyes looking luminous and greener and slightly darker with lust. "Should we go back? Get comfortable?"