His hands slipped over her shoulders and he brought her closer. “Maybe. Beats the hell out of me. I’ve never been this confused in my life.”
She suspected he wasn’t talking about the earthquake but the need for sex boiling inside him. The idea gave her power. Like one of the little figures enjoying sexual abandon, she felt wanton, uninhibited. Losing control once more.
He drew her nearer, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “Tell me this isn’t happening.”
“It is. It is happening.”
He groaned softly, then pulled back far enough to gaze into her eyes. She allowed her hands to slide over his pecs and when she brushed his nipples with her palms, he made a small indrawn breath. She explored, her hands tracing over the ridged, defined muscles in his stomach, the narrowness of his waist and hips.
“Maybe, just maybe, there is something to my story about the ring,” she said.
This time, when he looked at her, understanding lit his eyes. “Maybe.”
His nostrils flared the slightest bit, his grip on her hips moving back to her butt. He slipped his hands in the waist band and cupped her naked ass. Her breath caught. Her body opened and softened. A sexual haze settled down over her.
Keira couldn’t take her eyes of the tableaus that played out in front of her and Zane.
“I wonder if these pillars are going to keep fucking all night,” Zane said with a raspy quality to his voice. Then he let out a hoarse chuckle. “I wonder if this was the primitives own version of a porno show.”
She couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from her. “Unbelievable. No one back in London or San Francisco would ever believe this.”
“Will you tell them?”
She grinned widely. “Are you kidding?”
Before she could say another word, he covered her mouth with his. He tightened his grip on her butt and jerked her against his hips, grinding his cock against her belly. She gasped against his lips at his raw display of need, his passion for her still startling and fresh and new.
Awash in the rush of heat, she grasped at his naked shoulders and held on, eager to experience, to feel, to know more. With an expert twist of his lips he parted her mouth and his tongue moved inside. Stroking, pumping his tongue over hers, he set her on fire. Gliding and slick, his deep possession owned her, made her understand for this space in time she belonged to him. His hands caressed as they traversed her back, their insistence gathering momentum. She shivered in his grip, transported by the tenderness underlined with a fierce sentient need. As if she might break, he fingered her rib cage with tender exploration. His gentleness made tears come to her eyes. Nothing inside her prepared for this crazy need, this resolute sexual pleasure.
She tensed a second under his touch and he hesitated he gentled the kiss, returning to a slow, methodical caress of her lips that didn’t insist on completion but only offered it.
When he drew back, raging desire burned in the dark warmth of his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
But she did want it. She sought more of his sizzling touch, his aggressive drive to set her on fire. Unable to speak the words, she slid her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him down to her. When their lips meshed, a groan left the back of his throat.
Sharp need struck her in the belly like a punch.
Lust gripped her, dragged from the center of her being. She must have him regardless of consequences. Regardless of place and time.
He tore his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. “Tent. Now.”
As he released her his gaze flamed with a force she couldn’t recall seeing in his eyes before. Animal need etched his features.
All around them the pillars seemed to glow brighter. Deep in the back of her mind, in the rational sense, she knew they had something to do with how Zane acted right now. How she reacted.
She couldn’t stop it and didn’t want to.
When she followed him inside the tent, she knew they’d crossed the line for good. No going back. No pretending.
He zipped the closure.
An ethereal glow from the pillars and the ring gave the tent a strange atmosphere, unreal and exciting. Before he could say a word, she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his waistband. He’d left the button at the top undone, and she grasped the zipper tab. He’d given her pleasure earlier, now she needed with a building lust to give it back to him. She needed to touch him so badly. With a slow, gentle caress, she allowed her hands to trace upwards over his six-pack belly.
God, oh God. He is so gorgeous. So hard and masculine.
She watched his expression as she touched him, and Zane’s penetrating gaze fired her into life, increasing her cravings by the second.
His fingers slipped through her hair and stopped her movement. He looked down, eyes hot with longing. “When we get back to civilization, we’re going to fuck in every one of those positions on those pillars outside. I promise you.”
His declaration heated her more than anything else he could have said. “We can do it all. Now.”
“What?”
As she slid down the zipper and grasped his cock firmly, she whispered, “I have a birth control implant.”
His fingers tightened in her hair, and she saw the untamed passion build in his face. “Are you sure about this?”
She didn’t hesitate to gaze deep into those liquid dark eyes, pleading with him to finish a wild fantasy. “Yes. Yes.”
His cock jerked in her grip as he grew longer, harder, thicker. Her mouth encompassed him, sliding down, down over his strong length. She encircled the base of his cock in her grip. She loved the heat that pulsed from his hardness, the strength and testimony of masculinity that caused her body to react. To want and need with a piercing desire. Her breathing quickened, her heart renewing a frantic pace as she tasted the strength beneath her lips.
He moaned as she tasted him and his whole body shuddered. She closed her eyes and felt, touched, caressed. Steely and thick, his cock represented power, the assuagement of every desire with the relentless push and pull of cock within wet, aching flesh. She imagined him within her, removing that ache and yet building it, giving her all his passion and holding nothing in reserve. She would know him inside and out, his needs and wants, before this night finished.
As she worked his cock with her hand, she followed with her mouth. From tip to wide base, she pumped and licked and savored until he grew thicker and so hard his cock felt steely. Encompassing his flesh she moistened him, covering him as far as she could go.
Stroking slow and sure, she made certain to clasp him just hard enough to increase the friction with each movement of her hand downward and upward. In the few lovers she’d taken, the very few, she never wanted to give them head as much as she wanted to give this man. The concept startled her, yet at the same time it set her free.
She teased by licking from the base to the tip, then back down, using Zane like a huge lollypop she couldn’t stop tasting. Ah, she knew how to tantalize him to within an inch of meltdown, knowing instinctively what would drive him crazy. She covered him again, a gentle twisting motion of her hand to add stimulation. With each movement of mouth and hand, she felt the trickle of hot cream building in her center, aching for a hard, hot and fast completion.
Moving into the rhythm, she listened to his breathing, his moans that told Keira he loved what she did. Zane expressed his pleasure in more vocal ways.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Suck it.”
She did as told, wanting nothing more than to taste him in her mouth and throat. Slick, hot and feverish, her tempo quickened. When she allowed that pace to slow, she reached down and rubbed the area between his anus and his balls.
He jerked in her grip. “Oh, fuck.”
His head dropped back as he abandoned restraint to her hands. Then she did something she knew he didn’t expect, that she didn’t know she would do until it happened. Sh
e touched his tight back entrance, teasing his anus with the steady stroke of her index finger.
“Yes, yes,” he said, his corded thighs tensing and his body shuddering as he panted for breath.
She kept one hand wrapped tight around his cock as she sucked him and pressed her finger against forbidden territory.
His fingers clenched and released her hair as his moans escalated. He began to move his hips, fucking her mouth. Excitement coursed hot and substantial in her veins, and she wanted him inside her with a burst of heat.
“Shit, oh God yes!” He growled as he tensed, his entire body quivering as thrust one last time and his semen jetted with heavy blasts into her willing mouth.
She drank his elixir, taste and scent an aphrodisiac to her already overstimulated body. She waited until a last pulse of his excitement spilled in her mouth. As she licked her lips and glanced up at him, he kept his fingers entwined in her hair. What she saw in his eyes astonished her. True caring, a melting heat in his eyes that owned more to admiration and worship.
He released her long enough to yank his pants off the rest of the way, then dropped to his knees in front of her. His chest moved up and down with his breathing, his muscled body provoking need inside her to touch and explore. Zane moved like a god, a man hand-carved by nature’s desire for perfection. As she touched his shoulders and embraced their broad strength, she enjoyed the silk over steel quality, the golden hue of his skin. As she placed her hands on his chest and savored the texture of hard pecs, he cupped her face between his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes.
He placed tender kisses to her forehead and her mouth. Feral intent blazed in his eyes, a renewed desire that wouldn’t quit. “That was indescribable.”
She smiled. “Tell me what you want to do next.”
“I’m going to slip inside you and stay there for a long time. I’m not going to move and your hot, wet pussy is going to get tighter and tighter around me. And while I’m lying inside you, I’ll kiss and lick your breasts until you beg me to finish it.”
She’d thought her excitement couldn’t get any higher, but it did. His hungry words stirred her passion to slick, moist eagerness. Allowing her hands to wander down to his waist, she wrapped her arms around him. Her breasts ached against the press of his chest.
“Then what?” she asked, shivering with want.
He kissed his way to her ear, then whispered, “You’ll be so ready you will come with one stroke.”
Hell, she felt like she could come now with the first stroke, the first thrust through burning hot need.
“Mmm.” His lips traveled down her neck, licking and pressing with tender kisses that belied the out-of-control look in his eyes. “Then I’ll fuck you hard until you come again.”
Before she could respond he covered her mouth with his and took her down to the sleeping bag. There would be no turning back.
As his lips explored hers with a gentle reverence, their bodies moved with a silky flow, a cadence of skin against skin and lingering touches that explored softly. She felt his building passion and knew this time he wouldn’t hold back. Slowly Zane stripped her until he tossed aside the sweat suit. Naked at last, she savored his tender care and the eagerness of his caresses. His touch lingered everywhere on her breasts, her throat, her inner thighs, a teasing counterpoint to what she needed so urgently.
Already primed by his earlier lovemaking, the ache inside her grew so hot, so tight, she couldn’t stand it.
She moved against him, enjoying strong sinewy muscles against her softness. “Zane, please. I…I need you now. Please.”
A husky groan, filled with male animal satisfaction, burst from his throat. He rolled with her until she lay under him, his hair-roughened legs parting her thighs.
In those sweet seconds between hesitation and completion, time seemed to slow. Her breasts flattened against the unyielding hardness of his chest, his stomach muscles taut with tension brushing against her belly.
His sinewy thighs pressed her legs wider apart, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
His carnal statement, husky with passion, made her tremble. She quivered on the verge of knowing Zane as she’d never experienced him before, of combining her body with his in a way so intimate and forceful, and the thought momentarily terrified her.
But then his hard cock pressed against her sensitive, passion-swollen tissues and she moaned softly, caught up in the pleasure of one simple touch. He kissed her, his tongue plunging deep as he edged the broad tip of his cock into her folds and thrust. Easing inside her with steady pressure, he caressed supersensitive tissues screaming with need to come and come hard. When he finally seated completely to her womb, his cock spread her wide and deep.
She’d never felt anything so incredible or been so turned on in her life. Her pussy literally shivered, muscles trembling with a savage need to climax.
It wouldn’t take much to bring her to a peak. One stroke. Maybe two.
So hot. So big. So incredible.
His tongue stroked hers, beginning a rhythm she wanted deep inside her pussy as well. She moaned against his lips, unable to contain the trembling pleasure rocking her body. Whimpers of stunned ecstasy issued from her throat as he followed through with his earlier threat. He stopped kissing her and leaned down to lick one nipple, fluttering over the tip.
She clutched at his shoulders, holding onto him as the storm inside her threatened to rage. “Oh, yes. Oh, God, Zane.”
With a relentless cadence he worked her nipples with lips and tongue, sucking deep, then licking gently. Every rasp of his tongue drew her nipples tighter until the tingling pleasure added to the overwhelming arousal burning deep inside her core. He nibbled on her like the finest delicacy, the most mouthwatering flavor he’d ever encountered. All the while he stayed buried deep.
She lifted her hips, eager to start a motion, anything to ease the tormenting arousal as she teetering on the edge. Instead he pinned her down with his hips, keeping his cock tucked up high and hard inside her, his balls pressed against her ass. All she could do was caress him from within, her pussy clenching and releasing frantically on the cock inside her.
With relentless fervor he licked her nipples, drawing his tongue over the aroused tips, then drawing on them with deep pulls of his mouth. She moaned steadily now, mindless with need for completion. She’d never imagined a sensual torture could be so heavenly, but as he plied her with steady caresses, she thought the world would explode into a million fragments and she would never come together again. An eternity later he stirred his hips, the barely there motion caressing her walls. Another lick and deep suckling on her nipples and she’d had enough.
The man meant to torture her into screaming.
Clutching at his shoulders, Keira panted and quivered. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched under her grip, a testimony to his strength. Feeling that power under her fingers melted her with fresh desire. Incoherent with lust and pleasure, she released control. All ladylike tendencies, all hesitations disappeared in searing hot desire.
She gasped. “Shit! Oh, please, please if you don’t—oh please!”
With a rough sound of male satisfaction, a man delighted with the sexual inferno he’d created, he drew his hips back until he pulled almost all of the way out. His exit felt almost as excruciatingly wonderful as his first thrust.
With a guttural sound in his throat, he thrust hard.
A climax burst in her pussy.
Keira screamed, the eruption boiling up and overflowing. Panting and quaking, she shook in his arms. All the while he kept his cock deep inside her, buried to the hilt, pressing all the way to her cervix. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, racking her body with pulse after pulse of mind-melting pleasure so staggering she could hardly catch her breath.
As she came down from the pinnacle, she realized he remained hard inside her.
As he kissed her, he moved again, drawing back and thrusting solidly. Again. Aga
in. Each deep stab into her center made her groan with renewed excitement. In every way she became an animal, allowing lust and searing emotions too long held inside to bring them into a frenzy.
Just as he’d promised, he was fucking her hard and relentlessly.
And, oh, how she loved it.
Hammering into her pussy, he pressed hard against her clit. She spurred him on, gasps and half-formed pleadings falling from her lips.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Please don’t.”
It didn’t take long for her body to answer his call. As he reared up on his palms and powered into her, his grunts and groans of male enjoyment sent her over the top again. She screamed aloud as soul-shaking orgasm sent her skyward. Splintering deep inside, she rocked against his hips, accepting each thrust as deep as she could take. Working her throbbing channel over his cock, she gloried in the raw, primal sensation of being totally out of her head with bliss.
Only her body, her nerves, her muscles could feel.
He stiffened, roaring in masculine pleasure as he shivered against her. Hot, thick pulses of cum filled her pussy and she felt each pulsation as his orgasm seemed to go on and on.
When he eased down from the climax and rested upon her, waves of emotion stunned her to the quick. Tears sprang to her eyes at the beauty of what she’d experienced, the passion and tenderness. For when he left her body and looked down upon her, she could see the remnants of his own feral emotions. Heat still burned in his eyes, as if he could go another round right this minute without pause. Instead, he kissed her gently and rolled off her. Then he took her into his arms, nestled her against his side and enveloped her in his powerful arms. The tender way he held her made Keira feel like spun glass. When she’d first met him she’d imagined his sexual drive would be strong and heady. But this giving lover, a man intent on her absolute pleasure, surprised her in a while new way.
“God, that was…” he said and his breathing started to slow.
“Yeah,” she managed to say.
Rustling sounds, almost imperceptible, broke the silence. The glow from outside the tent and from the ring disappeared.
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