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My phone buzzes on the mattress, sending vibrations through it. My eyes snap open and I quickly hit stop on the alarm.

I sit up and swing my legs out of the bed. I rush over to my mirror and brush the tangles out of my hair.

I spray some perfume and apply some lip balm. I straighten my satin pyjamas and slip on my black silk robe.

Coming out of my bedroom, I bump into my best friend and housemate, Dawn. She looks me up and down and smirks.

'Off out to see Mr. Anonymous?' She teases.

I roll my eyes at her.

'Just get some sleep, you. I'll speak to you in the morning.'

I push past her and rush downstairs.

'Go get your D, girl!' She calls down at me, making me roll my eyes.

I pull on my flats and check the clock in the hall.

11:59PM.

Right on time.

Midnight hits just as I step out of the house, into the cool night air.

I wrap my arms around myself and step down from the porch, onto the leaf litter covering the ground. I traipse into the woods, to our spot, and wait.

It's pitch black. I can't even see my own hand in front of my face.

I would be scared if I didn't know it was him coming, my mate.

After a minute of waiting, I hear the leaves crunching under his feet. I smile, getting excited that he is close.

I can make out the movement of his silhouette as he comes to stand in front of me. I squint hard, trying to make out any detail. The most I can see is the slight glisten of his eyes.

The moonlight is no match for the thick canopy of the trees above us.

His rough fingers brush over my cheek and slide behind my neck. He pulls me towards him and somehow, in the darkness, his lips find mine with complete precision.

His kiss consumes me. His lips move over mine with dominance and control, but they are softened by affection, too. His hands, large and warm, grip my waist.

As his tongue enters my mouth, he pushes me backwards. I move willingly, until my back hits a tree trunk. My mate pins me to the bark with his hips. I can feel how hard he already is for me, it's pressed long and thick against my stomach.

Whilst his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, his hands explore every inch of my body. He unties the knot on my black robe and pulls it open. He skims his hands under my satin vest and along my stomach. His hands move higher, reaching for my breasts under the fabric.

The moment his thumbs run over my nipples, they turn hard instantly. Arching my spine, I thrust my breasts into his hands, wanting more.

Our tongues rub against each other, imitating fucking whilst his fingers pull and twist at my nipples. My hands slide over the muscular plains of his chest, up to his neck. I play with the short hair at his nape.

It would be a crude sight, me pressed against the tree with a man's hands up my top, fondling my breasts. But the night is dark and the moon is waning into a new moon phase, leaving little light on our risqué encounter.

I want more. My hands slip back down his body to the bottom of his t-shirt. I grip the material and pull it upwards. My mate breaks the kiss and steps back to shed his shirt. I wish I could see his muscular body, because I can feel how ripped he is under my fingertips.

He pushes my robe off of my shoulders and I let it slip to the floor. I take off my top with it, leaving us both bare from the waist up.

With no light to see, I have to see with my fingers. My mate's hands grope and massage my breasts whilst my hands trace every dip and groove in his muscular chest.

Soon, the heavy petting isn't enough for either of us. His fingers brush over the soft skin just above the waistband of my satin shorts, teasing me.

He hooks his fingers into the elastic and I'm breathing raggedly when he pushes the shorts down my legs. I step out of them, leaving my completely naked. There seemed no point in wearing underwear if he was just going to take it off, anyway.

My mate remains crouched in front of me. He takes one of my thighs and places it over his shoulder. My fingers find the uneven surface of bark on the tree and grip tightly for support. I lean my head back and let out a low moan as his wet mouth makes contact with my equally wet pussy.

He eats me out in the darkness, his tongue delving between my pussy lips and flicking my sensitive clit. He alternates between pushing it inside of me and flicking the little bundle of nerves.

I dig my fingers into the bark, enjoying his teasing. After keeping me near the edge, he finally has mercy and sticks to my clit. He sucks gently and flicks his tongue over it until I'm crying out in pleasure. I shake against the tree, gripping it as pleasure ripples through my entire body.

My mate licks up every drop that I give him. He kisses his way back up my body. I hear the rustle of fabric as he removes his trousers. His hand finds mine in the darkness and he places it over his cock.

Instinctively, my fingers wrap around his hard cock. I pump my hand up and down and he lets out a quiet grunt. He leans in to kiss me whilst I toss him off between us.

His tongue pushes its way into my mouth and I become pliant at his touch, nudging his tongue back with my own. My hand works his dick between our bodies, squeezing lightly and moving up and down in a steady pace.

I break the kiss and drop to my knees. I find my robe and slide it under my knees, wanting to protect them from the leaf litter on the forest floor. With my mate's erection in my face, I take him into my mouth.

Above me, I hear my mate inhale sharply. I relax my throat and take him fully, until my lips hit his pelvis. I pull back, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock. I focus my breathing through my nose and take him again and again, letting him thrust into my mouth.

His hands find their way to my hair and grip it firmly, holding my head in place whilst he fucks my mouth.

'Shit,' he hisses under his breath.

He pulls his cock free from my mouth. His hands grab my arms and help me to my feet. He taps on the back of my thighs and I jump dutifully. He catches me, his hands gripping my ass-cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms over his shoulders.

My mate reaches between us and lines his cock up with my entrance. In one smooth thrust, he is seated fully inside me. We breathe heavily, our breaths fanning across each other's faces.

'You okay?' He asks gruffly.

I savour the sound of his voice, he rarely speaks so I don't get to hear it. It's such a shame because it's such a sexy voice, rich and warm like honey.

'Yes,' I whisper back.

Having received verbal confirmation, my mate starts to thrust in and out. We both moan at the delicious feel of him inside of me. It feels so good, I squeeze my eyes shut.

I hold onto him tightly, my body rocking with each rut of his hips. His grip tightens on my ass and he fucks me harder, pushing me back against the tree. I clench around him, wanting it to feel as good as possible.

Our mouths find each other and we kiss passionately, our tongues imitating what is going on below. He thrusts particularly hard, hitting the top of my cervix. I moan around his tongue and he grunts in response.

He breaks the kiss and trails wet kisses down my jaw and along my neck. My heart rate spikes and excitement fills me at the thought of him marking me.

His laps graze the right spot and a low growl escapes his mouth. His body shakes and he suddenly pulls out of me. Feeling empty without him, he drops me to my feet.

His hands are on me again, spinning me around so that I face the tree. He takes my wrists and guides me hands to put them on the bark and hold on. I bend over slightly and he rubs his cock up and down my pussy.

He pushes inside me from behind and a bittersweet feeling runs through me. I love the position and it feels good, but he's chosen it so that he isn't as tempted to mark me. He doesn't want to mark me, but he doesn't mind fucking me.

I don't get much a chance to dwell on the sour thoughts because he pounds into me, making me lift onto my tiptoes. His fingers dig into my waist, holding me firmly in place. His cock fills me and retreats at an impressive pace, building a climax for both of us.

It doesn't take long for it to hit. I clamp down around him as the pleasure starts crashing through me. My hands shake against the tree and my body trembles. Moans fall from my lips, spurring on an orgasm in my mate. His thrusts turn messy and he groans, tensing up.

I feel him release inside of me and I sigh with content. I love hearing him come.

He pulls out of me and I stand up, grimacing as some of his semen drips out and onto the floor. The both of us get dressed again in the darkness.

He finds me when he's finished, pulling me in for a kiss. It's unlike the others, not filled with desperation and need. It's slow, sweet and full of affection.

When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to mine and sighs.

'Tomorrow,' he says firmly.

He lets go and I listen to the crunch of leaves as he walks away. I guess we're doing the same thing tomorrow, then.

This is the fourth day now.

On the first day, I went for a late night run. I stumbled across my mate in the dark. When I asked his name, he said that he couldn't tell me yet. When I wanted to go back to the house, he said he didn't want me to see him yet.

Desperate to have him any way I could, I accepted it. He asked me to meet him at midnight in the same place the next day. When we met on the second day, we had sex for the first time.

Yesterday and tonight are no different.

I realise, with horrifying clarity, that I could walk past my mate in the street and I wouldn't even know. I have no idea who he is or what he looks like.

In most ways, he is a stranger to me.

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