by Diana Downey
“Sit on my lap.” I help her onto it, and her back leans against my chest. My body responds to this damp, very naked temptress resting her very fine ass against my groin. My breathing is uneven, and my heart is about to burst from my chest.
She tucks her bare feet into the sleeping bag and then the tears fall.
I hold her as close as humanly possible, rubbing the cold from her arms. “Let it out, Cyn.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she sobs.
“Next time, disturb me.”
She wipes tears from her face, and it reminds me of that spunky young girl years ago. “I’m so stupid.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling. “This is what happens when you don’t want me to see you naked.”
She cries, burying her runny nose into my chest.
I rock her in my arms, like I used to do for my younger brother and sister when they were little and needed comforting because Mom had left us. “It’s okay. We’re going to be fine.”
“How can you say that? You’ve had hardly any sleep.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” I whisper into her ear, “but there’s this hot woman sleeping next to me at night, humping on my leg.” I made that last bit up.
She chokes out a laugh.
“You’re excited,” she says, a smile creeping into her words.
“I have a very beautiful, naked woman sitting on my lap,” I say while my steel-hard cock bends at an uncomfortable angle between the cleft of her ass.
She lifts her chin, and those smoldering Spanish eyes peer up at me. “Did you just call me beautiful?”
“Yes.” I nuzzle my nose into her soft, freshly washed hair.
“I haven’t forgotten how you left me on the ground at my wedding.”
“You’ll get over that.” I help her put on her wool blend socks but let her slip on her panties and jeans on her own. That would be too much for me. My cock already hurts as it is.
I rub her arms some more and press my chest against her back while the fire warms her front. That’s where I’d like to be—bare chest to bare breasts, her full breasts pressed into me, the nipples taut and excited. I have to stop thinking like this before I lose all control. She just lost her husband, even if he was an ass.
Once she’s fully dressed and warmed up, she stands and gazes up at the bleak sky. “We should get started before the rain sets in.”
The grey clouds are plump with moisture and hang low in the sky. It’s going to rain and that’ll suck.
“You’re right. Let’s go.” So much for a littler R&R, but if we’d stayed any longer, I would’ve pulled her down onto the ground and taken her right then and given her that precious orgasm she’s never had. How I’d love to be the first.
She gives me a hand up.
“You’ve been a real trooper, Cyn. Most women would’ve given up by now.” Niki would’ve been in tears days ago, but Cyn keeps chugging along.
She leans her head against me, and my heart hammers. “I owe you, Shane.”
I know a way she could make it up to me, but that wouldn’t be right. “You don’t owe me. Are you going to be all right? Nothing’s broken?”
She nods. “I just hurt everywhere, but I’ll make it.”
I give her a hug. I don’t want to let go. “I’ll take care of you.”
“You already have many times.”
Not the way I’d like to.
We break down the tent and gather up our gear. Niki would’ve made me do everything, and at one time, I would’ve gladly done so. I hand Cyn some foul weather pants before we head out. “You should wear these in case it rains.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be good for a while,” I say, even though I can’t think straight with the images of a very naked Cyn holding my mind hostage.
Her lying next to me every night, her head on my shoulder, me carrying her naked body back to camp. In between ragged breaths and my heart stuttering in my chest, I climb along the narrow path and up the rocky terrain toward the gorge where we’ll face Loki and Red and where I may lose her.
Grizzly tracks, my bear, pockmark the muddy earth, yet I could care less about hunting it. My mind wraps around her long legs, that amazing ass, those breasts filling my hand and my mouth, and her lips swollen from kissing me. I have to stop this.
My dick bends at an awkward angle. I rearrange it before turning around to help Cyn over a particularly treacherous ledge. Hell, I just want to touch her.
“I can do it.” Cyn cocks her head, but then her hand reaches for my extended one. “Thank you.”
I help her up the steep incline, pulling her into my chest, and blood rushes into her face. She looks at me differently, and I can’t get a read on her.
I take Cyn along a tributary to make our way to the Yukon River. Within another couple days we’ll make it to the gorge that’s several miles up from the bridge. This is an easier route and less dangerous than going over the pass this time of year. Snow already whitens the peaks, and it’s heavy for this time of year. Storms often blow in, making the easiest trail impassable.
“Where are the wolves?” she asks. Unlike any woman I’ve ever known, Cyn doesn’t sound fragile.
My gaze scans over rocky scrub brush and the last of the autumn colors dulled by the cold. Snow will blanket and completely cover the lowlands soon. “They’re probably hunting.”
“For us?” Her voice slightly trembles.
It’s a concern. “I don’t know why they’re tracking us.”
“That black one wanted to eat me this morning.”
So do I. I let out a breath. “It’s going to rain soon.”
In another few minutes, the clouds break open, and rain pummels the earth. I help Cyn pull up her hood and then I do mine, even though my ball cap keeps the rain out of my eyes.
After we hike another hour, my jeans are soaked, and the icy cold burrows into my bones. We’ve only trekked a little over eleven miles today, not enough to keep ahead of Loki and Red. We’ll be easy targets for them on the rocky ledges of the gorge, and that tosses rocks into my gut, but we can’t stay out here much longer without succumbing to the chilly rain.
Cyn’s fingers curl around my arm, and it jerks me out of my rumination. “We should find shelter. We’re both shivering.” She’s shaking from the cold rain, but it’s the way she tongues her full lower lip that causes me to stumble.
Nervous and unnecessarily excited, I thread through the copse of fir trees in search of a campsite. The trees help block the wind and rain, so I put up the tent in record time. Cyn stands in the downpour, her hair matted to her face free of makeup. She’s never been more beautiful or sensual. She blinks, her dark eyes intense, and her breaths come in ragged gasps. Temptation overrides all rational thought, and a fever of desire scalds my chest.
I pull her shivering body into mine. I can no longer contain myself, and all my resolve has vanished. My bearded face lowers to her soft lips, and mine quiver against hers. The fervor in her mouth is undeniable and it’s for me, not cheating Blake.
I pull her down into the tent, stumbling over my sleeping bag while tugging off my jacket and boots. She kicks off her boots, falling on top of me. I let out a whoosh of air as she stabs me in the gut with her elbow.
“Sorry,” she yelps.
I gently rib her and laugh.
When she shimmies out of her jeans to show off her lacy, butt-cheek showing panties, I stop and my breath catches in my throat. She’s sexy and damn hot in her flannel shirt and underwear that cling to that luscious ass. Her shirt hangs off one shoulder, a bra strap peeking out. Her socked foot rubs her calf, and moisture drips from her hair.
No woman has ever been so tempting, so wild, so erotic. She rolls to face me to unbutton my drenched Levis. They stick to my skin as she tugs them down, so I help her.
She winks at me. “You’re excited.”
“A little. There’s this incredibly sexy woman lying next to me, and she’s wet and hungry.”
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nbsp; Cyn nods. “I am.” Her gaze wanders down the length of my hard-on, straining against my briefs. My hand slips under her shirt, skin so soft my rough hands scrape along it. I work hard to be gentle, when all I want to do is savagely ravage her. I tug off my shirt and finish kicking off my jeans.
She trembles, so I place a hand on each hip, inhaling and exhaling slowly. My fingers brush the wet hair from her face while I kiss her bruised cheek. Purple marks color her arms and legs from her swim in the river this morning.
Cyn studies my cock, crooked at an odd angle and straining to be set free. “I’d heard you’d corralled Secretariat.”
I smirk. “You named my penis? Good to know, I have something going for me.”
The more she licks those succulent lips, the bigger my cock grows. “I didn’t name it. If you hadn’t used the common bathroom at the sorority house…”
“I get up early,” I say in self-defense.
Her gaze holds fast onto my erect cock that yearns for her. “So did half the house to see you shower.”
“I couldn’t use Niki’s. Every time I lift my elbows they hit the tiles.” I’m a big guy, even her bed was too small. I hated sleeping over at the sorority house. My condo is much more comfortable.
Cyn reaches inside my shorts to fondle my cock, shocking me, and I just about come. I forget that she’s not shy in the least. When she strokes the head, the silky cum slips over the crown, and I groan from the intense pleasure surging into me.
As her head leans down toward my cock, her tongue ready for action, I grasp her wrist. “Whoa. Slow down there, Cyn. Let me handle this.” No wonder guys can’t last with her. She’s ready and more than willing.
“Are you sure?” Eagerness sparkles in her smoky eyes. “Shouldn’t I do something?”
I nibble her earlobe then tongue her neck, trailing it with kisses. “I’ve got this. You want something, and I intend to give it to you.”
Angst crinkles her brow. “You think it’ll work.”
“Yes,” I breathe into her ear before pulling her face up to mine, my lips grazing her cheek. My tongue dips into her mouth, causing her to moan, and I love how she responds to me.
Her hand grasps my cock again, and I gasp, sucking in a shallow breath. “If you want me to get you off, you need to trust me.”
Her lower lip quivers while she nods, and for the first time of me knowing her, she looks innocent and sweet, and God, it’s sexy as hell.
I kiss her deeply, and I love the way she tastes and molds to my body. Her sixteen-year-old lips come to mind. I want her even more now. “Don’t be nervous. I can do this.”
Her exquisite lips screw up. “You’re awfully cocky where others have failed.”
My fingers stroke the cleft between her muscular thighs hardened by hiking many miles. Her breath halts, and her heart flutters against my arm. “I’m going to make you scream and fuck you good, girl.”
She swallows and bites her lower lip. My fingers stroke her clit through her cheeky, soaked panties, so she doesn’t feel my rough hands. She moans in my arms, but a slight tremor ripples across her shoulders, so I draw her into me to help her shake off the cold.
I pull a flask of brandy from my pack. “Drink this.”
She takes a healthy swig, and I love how her dark eyes sparkle in the dim light. “You should’ve given this to me days ago.”
I smile into her hair. “I was waiting for a special occasion.”
She laughs. “To nail me?”
I tongue her lips, prying them open. “To give you the best night of your life and make love to you.”
“You mean sex.”
“It’s not just sex for me,” I whisper. Even at sixteen, this girl wrapped me around her finger. I would’ve climbed mountains to reach her, and now I’ve waited almost five years to hear her moan in my arms.
She punches my chest. “You better deliver, O’Flannery.”
I chuckle. “It’s good to know you can make me laugh in bed.”
That endless smile I adore reaches her amazing eyes. “You mean the hard, cold ground.”
I continue stroking her hot, wet sex that soaks my fingers. I can’t wait to be inside her, but I’ll make sure she’s close before I do, and maybe, I can give her a twofer—two orgasms for the price of one. That’ll light her up.
Her face scrunches up. “What if I don’t climax? What if there’s something wrong with me?”
I give her the flask. “Have another drink.” And she does.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Cyn.” I kiss her mouth, my tongue slipping inside. I nip her delectable lips, and she emits a soft moan. “Nothing wrong with you at all. You are one vivacious, strong and sexy woman.”
“I am?” Her lips brush gently against mine, and her arms lace around my neck.
I inhale slowly to reduce the pressure inside my lungs from building, and so I can take this nice and slow. It’s hard when I’ve wanted her for so long. Thoughts of us together has raped me of sleep and left me undeniably frustrated and longing for satisfaction that only being inside her will bring.
My fingers return between her thighs, and with her panties on, I continue to stroke the delicate flesh. She squeezes her eyes shut, whimpering. I ramp her up before inserting my finger underneath her panties and into the swollen flesh, so wet, so inviting. Goddamn, I can’t wait to be inside her.
Her hands clench the sleeping bag, balling it into her fists. Her hips arc to my touch. I push two fingers inside her and imagine my cock instead. The muscles in my shoulders tense with anticipation.
“My hands aren’t too rough, are they?” I ask, kissing her neck and sliding my tongue all the way to her ear.
“No.”
It’s okay if she lies to me.
My fingers probe and fondle the sensitive skin. She’s moaning and her excitement soaks my fingers. This makes up for my hunting expedition.
“Don’t get me too excited,” she says in between kisses. “I want a real orgasm with you deep inside me.”
“You will.” I sink my tongue into her mouth, and I suck on her lips, plump and soft. It’ll take all my willpower not to come too soon.
I wait until she’s writhing in my hand before pulling her panties completely off. I unbutton her shirt enough to expose a tit. It’s round and plump in my hand, so I let my tongue tease the nipple to life. It reacts and tightens. My palm caresses the fullness of her breast. She’s beautiful to look it, especially the way she closes her eyes to enjoy me lapping her up.
“I need you inside me,” she begs.
“Patience.” I tap her nose, and she smiles up at me. I kiss her eye, tasting her lashes that tickle my tongue.
I quickly tug down my briefs to release my cock. It physically hurts and throbs. “Do I need a condom?”
She shakes her head.
My fingers pinch on her Hershey kiss nipple. “Good. I can’t wait to feel you.”
Her hands reach for my bare buttocks where she kneads the flesh.
I kiss her ear. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”
“Then I’ll stop,” Cyn says, releasing my ass.
I suck and nip on her lips while my hand gropes the soft flesh of her breast. It’s perfect. “I’m teasing you.”
She fists my hair in her hands. “You are teasing me, so get to it.”
I slide my cock along her clit. When her fingers dig into my ass, I dip my cock into her, slowly easing into her. “You’re so fucking tight.” The flesh of her tunnel swaddles and squeezes me. I plunge into her and feel her readiness.
“Faster,” she rasps.
I drive into her, rocking my hips back and forth. She cries out, her hands grasping my ass. I keep going while her sex convulses around my cock.
“Oh God,” Cyn cries. “Oh, God. Oh! My! God!”
I keep going.
She taps my chest. “I already got off. Who said anything about you having fun?”
I bite her shoulder. “I thought you might go for a double.”<
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“I can do that?”
“Most women can,” I say. “I feel another challenge coming on.” I slip in and out of her. She’s amazingly wet and ready. Her body rises to meet each thrust.
I keep plunging into her, hoping to make her come again. She claws into my back while another wave of vaginal spasms squeezes my cock. Oh, this feels good. Some women just need a little more coaxing the first time. Patience is important, and from her grin, it paid off.
I drive inside her until I come before crumpling beside her. It feels so damn good not to use a condom. “I take it you came.”
Her dark eyes shine. “Is it like this all the time?”
I chuckle. “I don’t know. I’m not a woman.”
She claps her hands. “Can we do it again?”
I yawn. Today took it out of me. “I’m exhausted. Go to sleep, Princess.”
My gaze roams over her delicious body. She has curves in all the right places, and her muscles are toned and solid under my touch. “You look better naked.”
“Don’t all guys think that,” she says, staring at me, touching my chest. Her hands weave a pattern across it, roaming and learning my body.
“Straight guys anyway.”
She frowns and punches my shoulder. “What? You’re not up for another round?”
I rub the sore muscles on my good shoulder where I shift most of the weight to avoid hurting my injured shoulder. “We have some really rough terrain to cover tomorrow.”
Her sweet lips press against me, and my cock stiffens. “You’re not man enough?”
I tap her nose. “I can get it up several times in a day and for several days in a row, Princess.”
She grins. “Really? When can we try that?”
“I’ve created a monster,” I say. “Sleep, Cyn.”
“But I’m all riled up.”
I turn away from her and scrunch up my sweatshirt under my head.
She pouts. “No cuddling?”
I roll back over and fold her into my arms. “This better?” She’s warm and sweaty. I lick her chest. Her delicate, soft skin is salty on my tongue.
“Much better,” she says, snuggling.
She crawls on top of me and straddles my hips. She slides her sex along the length of me, reviving my cock. “Please.”
