'Come here', he said. Julie didn't turn around, but her shoulders shook. She should be flush with success, but she had never heard that tone in his voice. Why hadn't she noticed that sooner? with a ceaseless, restless anxiety.

She had neither seen, nor heard from him in the fortnight since that unexpected earth-shattering kiss. Once she had recovered from the pure, physical shock of their embrace, she had been furious. Yet their love had seemed so strong then. 

'Come here', he said. Julie flung herself on the ground and pretended to gaze unhappily up at the stars. She should be flush with success, but she had found she couldn't truly enjoy any of it. Instead she was only filled with a ceaseless, restless anxiety. She lay waiting, quivering. She thought she was over him. She had to remember what he was like.

“I want you,” he whispered.

He crossed to her, knelt by the bed and stroked the matted spill of her hair.
"I He ran one finger along her neck, and she shivered. He reached out, pulled her towards him. Julie cleared her throat to disguise the hysterical gulp that threatened to escape her. Any inhibitions she may have had swiftly vanished beneath Alec's skilful, avid hands.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

She parted swollen lips to reply, but could think of nothing to say. One hand reached up and touched his cheek, the other reached down and massaged his left testicle. 

“I've been wanting to kiss you all evening,” he said thickly, and suddenly she was lost. Was it the right one he favoured? Pulling him closer, her lips opened like a flower beneath his. She tried the right one.

A smile played across his lips, as, slowly, he began to move his hand lower, towards the shadow between her breasts. The right one it was. Each and every cell in his body had caught fire and burned with need.

“I don't think you need a nightdress now that you have me to keep you warm,” he said, in a husky murmur. He moved one spaghetti strap off her shoulder and the other fell off by itself, leaving her bared to the slow tease of his tongue, which he ran over her nipples and accross her chest. His every touch was a dizzying new pleasure previously unknown to her.

Her hand slid over his chest beyond the open collar. He shucked out of his shirt, groaned again at the feel of her hands rubbing over his skin and squeezing Alfred, as he had christened that spherical worker of his Yogurt Factory during their escapade to a Bulgarian coast. She had always fallen for his jokes. Then he was on the bed, drawing her legs apart and settling himself between them. He cupped his tongue on her, and she pushed against him. She stifled a cry and he let out a hot breath in her ear as he gave her another stroke.

“Is that it? You want me to touch you there?”

There was no point in holding back now. He cupped her again, then circled his thumb over her Wild Tour Bus. She could feel the urgency in Alec's body mounting as he gathered her closer.

“Oh, yes. I want you now,” she said horsely.

She slid her hands over his erection. Alec groaned, four hands guided him inside, and he gave up whatever hope he had of going slowly. Was it her own shaking hands that guided him inside, or was it his around hers? She felt the thrust of his desire, like an invasion of fire and an implosion of wind. Her body welcomed him and embraced him so sweetly it was like coming home. Then he came. 

Much later Julie opened her eyes as Alec stirred beside her.
“What time is it?” she asked, seeing the moonlight. Someone had stolen the tent.