“Oh, Chakotay,” I purr as I turn in his arms and wrap mine around him. We kiss and our tongues begin to explore the others mouth.

We suddenly gasp for breath when our mouths slightly part.

“Kathryn,” he moans.

“Let’s go back to the shelter,” I suggest.

“Kathryn, I need to teach you about the great outdoors!” He lowers me to the soft grass.

Once free of our clothes, he gives me the attention I crave, teasing my breasts with his mouth; his hand caresses my molten need, driving me insane. His mouth travels down my body and begins taunting my femininity unmercifully. Unbearably, my excitement grows.

“Chakotay, please!”

He agonizingly moves up my aroused body. I feel his harden manhood caress my womanhood as he nibbles on my ear and neck. I gasp once more; before I reach down to guide his shaft.

Joined as one, we move to nature’s rhythm, our primal need guides us. Our movements quicken, until we erupt with uninhibited cries of satisfaction.

In each other’s arms, we speak words of love.