Make love.
Every time the man said he wanted to fuck her, her libido went into Roger Ramjet speed, and now that he said those magic words, that he wanted to make love, the burning desire deep in her belly turned molten. She must have satisfaction, the throbbing building between her legs so unrelenting she thought she might scream.
She thought she’d been turned on in the tent the other night, but that couldn’t compare to the burning eruption of heady craving, of unmitigated lust that grabbed her by the short hairs and shrieked for fulfillment. As his tongue flicked over her ear, she shivered. Oh no. Not that again. He’d have her turned into a small puddle any moment.
He dipped and tasted the junction between her neck and shoulder, nibbling the sensitive flesh, then licking and kissing. Her body shivered as exquisite desire flooded through her. She couldn’t stand it, the pleasure heightened to a razor-sharp point.
She floundered with one last resistance, with one inhibition that threatened to blow this liaison apart. “You don’t trust me and I don’t trust you. You don’t believe me about the ring and how I got through the jungle.”
Without pause he continued tender examination along her neck and ear. “I don’t care if you flew across the jungle on a fuckin’ U.F.O. All I know is I want to get inside you again so badly I can taste it.”
With a wildness she never expected, she told him what he wanted to hear. “Then do it.”
With a low growl he crushed her in his arms, his mouth coming down on hers. Sweeping emotions gathered her up and mixed with the demanding thrust of his tongue taking her mouth with quick, deep strokes. On and on the kiss persisted, a soul-searching greed that understood no boundaries.
Before she knew it, he’d unzipped the back of her ensemble. The top hung by the shoulder straps until he moved back long enough to slide the corset-inspired design off her arms. His gaze consumed as he inspected the low demi-cut long line bra. Without hesitation, he slipped the long garment downward until it pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of the garment and kicked it aside.
He edged back from her long enough to take in the long line bra, the garter belt, G-string panties and stockings. His gaze flared. “Holy shit.”
She smiled and eased back into his arms. “Like it?”
“Do I like it? Mother of God, yes.”
His husky declaration, filled with awe, made unexpected tears come to her eyes. Tears of happiness couldn’t be defined or entrapped. She felt as if she’d wanted this man her whole life. Animal stirrings built inside her stomach, a crying out for a rapid breeding. Her breathing quickened as her heart thundered to his beat. An insistent tempo beat between her legs, tightening like a spring, threatening.
He reached behind her and undid the hook and eye bra one step at a time. When he finished with it he tossed it into the corner too, leaving her white and pink flesh naked for his view. “Look at you. Beautiful. When we were in the tent I couldn’t get enough of these. I wanted to kiss and suck them all night.”
She watched his expression, his hungry gaze as he reached out and traced with the gentlest touch each breast. He left her nipples alone, and as the areolas went tight and hard, she squirmed a little against his touch. Without warning he dipped down and pressed a soft, quick kiss on each nipple, and she gasped in surprise as shivering pleasure seared her.
With a swift, unexpected movement his hands slipped down her back and into the back of her panties. She expected him to cup her ass, maybe caress her cheeks. Instead he allowed one finger to dip between her legs and touch the wetness steadily moistening her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” he said when he felt her wetness.
She jerked and gasped at his touch, at the pleasure his fingers gave her as he stroked once, twice, then drew the moisture back between her ass cheeks until he touched her anus.
In total surprise she jerked. “Oh.”
“Like that?” he asked huskily.
“Yes. Yes.”
She did, though she’d never had a man touch her there, in the most forbidden of places.
A feral grin touched his mouth. “We’ll do more in that area later.”
They’d do more later? Her breath caught in her throat at the possibilities and it made her heart beat erratic and fast.
“Right now,” he said, “I don’t think I can take this nice and slow.” He pressed kisses to her forehead, to her cheeks, to her chin. His eyes, dark and fiery with passion, added to her excitement. “I’m not going to let you hide from me any more.”
Oh shit. Yes.
She wanted that and so much more. She grasped his shoulders as with one heaving movement he lifted her off her feet and her legs came up around his waist. Zane wedged his pants-covered cock against her sensitive pussy. With the first brush of his hardness against her softness, she drew in a sharp breath.
His eyes locked with hers. “Tell me you want it.”
She arched against him, gripping Zane between her legs as she closed her eyes and writhed against the hard, straining, enormous pillar of male sexuality. “I want it. Now.”
Up and down, up and down she undulated, rubbing against his flesh as brand-new heat flamed up inside her clit. Powerful and pounding, the excitement swept her up and took total control. At this rate who needed foreplay?
No doubt about it now. He would have her. Haan could pound on the door and scream fire and it wouldn’t matter. All she cared about was burning up in Zane’s arms and discovering again the sensation of his big, thick cock buried inside her.
“Please. Do it now,” she said in desperation.
His chest heaved against hers with each fast breath. “Easy, honey.”
Husky and unsteady, his voice sent rumbles of pleasure into her loins like the earthquake they experienced the other night.
Her throat dry and words aching to be free, she said, “Just…please…I need you so much.”
As she opened her eyes to look at him, she saw him go over the edge. Virile heat, ravenous desire dictated from here forward. He reached between them, grabbed the front of her panties and yanked. She gasped as the delicate nylon and cotton ripped off her. He tossed the destroyed panties in the corner. Now she stood in his arms, almost naked in only garter belt, stockings and shoes. She’d never made love partially clothed, and the idea turned her on.
“That better?” he asked, his voice sultry.
Her breath caught in her throat, her tension, her need drawn tight. “Oh yes.”
He reached between them and with a few swift movements undid his belt, his zipper and, oh—yes, yes, yes. Strong, hot cock nudged between her wet folds, searing her with the realization the moment had come. Along with her outrageous need for his body, her emotions ran high, blistering with a tenderness deep inside for him.
She cupped his face and stared deep into the onyx darkness in his eyes. She saw his craving burning there as it ate him alive with a need to complete their union and draw their bodies into the most primordial dance of all. He rubbed his naked cock against her, and she ached, her pussy begging with hot throbbing for him to thrust.
As he inserted the head of his cock into her hot opening, she shuddered with undeniable pleasure. So hot, so hard, he dipped inside just a little, then pulled back, then dipped. She squirmed, wanting that solid bar of heat as far inside her as she could take. Pleasure surged and ebbed, surged and ebbed as he entered just enough to tease her.
Unable to take the ravenous look in his gaze any longer, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
“No.” His voice went rough, hoarse with desire. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”
Fuck you.
The brutal honesty of those words aroused her so much, she wondered if she’d make it through his first thrust, or if she’d explode on impact.
“Come on, honey. Open your eyes.”
She heard the plea in Zane’s voice. He needed this from her, desired to see her true feelings. If he watched her eyes, if he looked at
her while he thrust inside her she couldn’t take it. Vulnerability spiked high, made her eyes moisten with tears. But for him, she realized, she just might do anything.
She opened her eyes and saw the carnal longing in his, his own defenselessness open to inspection. Trepidation left her.
“Yes,” he whispered.
With one solid, straight push, his bare cock spread her walls and burrowed through wet, tender folds with steady pressure. A satisfied, relieved growl left his throat as he pushed deep, deeper, to the very end.
So hot. So thick and long and hard.
She trembled on the razor’s edge, a whimper of excitement and wild fear on her lips. Fear that he would leave her, fear when this was over she’d never feel like this again.
His cock filled every wet, starving inch of her pussy. She gasped, her heart pounding as the pleasure rocketed outward from where he touched her. No man before Zane made her emotions rise and fall, surge and plummet the way he did.
Zane drew back until half his cock remained within her, then he thrust hard and deep. A little cry of pleasure left her throat as she received his final inches.
His mouth touched hers, a gentle tribute. He pressed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, lingering with light caresses that cherished and fed her desire. Shivers coasted over the sensitive skin as he tongued the hollow of her throat. With his tremendous strength he held her against the wall, and that power drove her desire higher and hotter. He remained motionless for so long she twitched her hips.
“Please,” she whimpered as she tightened and released muscles over his rigid cock.
“Slow and easy,” he said.
Slow and easy? Was he insane? She knew he wanted to plow into her, she felt it in the rigid alignment in his muscles and the effort exerted to hold her up. She burned inside. She gripped his shoulders, her fingernails scraping along the fabric.
He refused to move, so she clenched and released, clenched and released, gripping his cock inside her with ravenous grasps. She would climax this way, with him speared deep, captured by her heat, gripped in her firm walls. He shifted her in his arms, hefted her higher, and his cock stroked tender places.
Then, as he promised, he leaned in and took one hard, aching nipple into his mouth. She gasped again as he compressed her flesh in one strong, sucking motion, then his tongue eased over the hard nub.
A sharp moan left her throat. “Oh Zane. Oh yes.”
Another pass of his tongue over heated flesh and she moaned as her nipple tightened and beaded, prickling with heat. He traveled between her breasts, his mouth an instrument of supreme pleasure. Warmth spiked into her stomach and clenched her pussy over his cock as he kept it high and hard inside her. The alternate pleasures of his tongue rasping and licking, and his mouth sucking drove her insane. So sensitive and tight, her nipples tingled and burned, tormented inch by inch as his tongue kept up a steady rhythm, broken only by his pauses to suck long and hard.
“Oh please,” she whispered, the pleasure snaking along her body incompatible with coherence.
She moved her hips enough to stir him inside her, the subtle brush of his cock against sensitive tissues a wonderful friction. Back and forth, with smallest movement, her hips twitched and enticed and begged. His breath hissed out and when she opened her eyes she saw the concentration etched into his handsome face, his eyes ablaze with heat, his mouth a tight line.
Again he worked her nipples, licking and sucking until she thought she’d scream. He still didn’t thrust; she moved her hips as best she could. Oh God, he meant to keep her hanging on a high wire, strung tight with desire until she came just from the pleasure of his tongue and mouth on her breasts.
“Please, please.” She couldn’t keep the begging out of her voice, the shameless desire racking her with power so profound, she didn’t care what she sounded like. She couldn’t say what she really wanted. Had never asked a man with rough, feral expressions to take her. All that mattered was here, now and the rapture she saw etched in his eyes.
“No,” he said, his voice a husky growl.
“Yes.”
She saw when he lost control, lost the battle to keep her hanging on the precipice of no return. With a single, guttural declaration, he said it all. “Fuck!”
He drew back and slammed inside her, a rough, low sound erupting from him.
She gasped, her eyes widening as the single, hot stab touched something deep within her that set her off. Starting as a tingle the pressure built in her core, her pussy rippling as waves of release soared through her, roaring upward. He leaned into her, his pelvis pressing hard on her clit and grinding his cock inside her. She held his gaze, forced herself to look at him, to meet his unrelenting wish. He wanted surrender and she knew it.
She surrendered.
Blooming heat splintered in her pussy, rushing in the most mind-blowing climax she’d felt in her life. Searing and hot the orgasm rode her hard, making her hips twitch, her entire body shake as she panted and gasped. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, crumbling the material of his jacket as she reached for an anchor in the storm.
As her climax started to ebb, though, a new beat began. He moved, rotating, grinding, a steady push and pull that urged supersensitive muscles in her pussy to vibrate to life again. She wanted to scream, to urge him faster. He kept the pace excruciating, an initiation into heaven as he thrust, rubbing with relentless fervor.
“Oh shit,” he whispered.
She felt a quiver go through his body and groaned as the orgasm she thought had left fired into life. Deep inside another screaming release threatened.
She shivered. Shook. “Please.”
Her beseeching did no good. He wouldn’t quicken the pace, wouldn’t put her out of her misery. Suddenly the thunder outside revived as it rolled around the house in a heavy rumble.
She jammed her hands into his hair as he looked down at her, his eyes blazing, his lips now parted in a grimace of untamed male. Her fingers tightened in his hair, a growl parting her lips.
Frontiers opened, her body a receptacle for the most knee-melting sex on earth, she urged him forward with new confidence, with the intensity of a woman determined to get what she wanted and needed.
“Harder.” Then, oh then, what she’d never been able to say before. “Fuck me harder!”
He obeyed, jamming into her, hips pumping, every thrust hammering inside her pussy with a fury that set her on fire. A shriek erupted from her throat as the climax hit her like a tornado. With ruthless precision he fucked her, ripping apart her inhibitions and shattering them on the floor. She barely realized when she tugged at his hair, searched his shoulders, gripped his biceps and held on for dear life.
As climax rocketed in her body she absorbed each pounding thrust. Seconds later he stiffened and pushed unbelievably deep.
Another orgasm ripped through her, this one threatening to make her incoherent. She moaned and dizziness swept through her head, her breathing suspended as indescribable pleasure racked her core. Wrenching. Tightening and releasing as her pussy rippled around his cock with great waves of stunning climax.
Oh, my God.
He drew back and rammed her with another thrust.
A throaty roar ripped from him as she felt scorching blasts of cum fill her. He shuddered and a groan slipped from his throat with each steady pulse of his cock.
She couldn’t believe it. She’d fucked this man into oblivion without even undressing him, and with her shoes on. It was the most erotic event in her life.
Zane couldn’t believe it. As he stared into Keira’s eyes and watched the pleasure remaining in the soft ocean of her eyes, he knew he could never go back to a comfortable relationship. What they had started in the jungle finished here and now. He’d broken the rules getting involved with her, but a warm, protective feeling rose inside him he couldn’t squash. A primitive sensation, like a man of the cave taking possession of his woman. He’d loved sending her into the heavens; fucking her hard like an animal had
n’t been his plan, but she’d driven him nuts.
Nestled inside her, still hard as hell and not finished wanting her, he kissed her deeply. His breath hissed inward as he enjoyed her tight clasp caressing his swollen cock. Breathing in deeply, he caught the scent of sex lingering on the air.
“You’re incredible.” He kissed her nose.
She looked a little shell-shocked, but then the astonishment eased from her face and she tossed him a sultry grin. “That was…it was the most amazing thing. That’s never happened to me before.”
“What’s never happened?”
A blush tinged her cheeks. “I’ve never made love standing up before.”
Teasing, he pushed gently back and forth, feeling her pussy grip him without remorse. Jesus, that felt too damned good. Her eyes widened and she shivered in his arms. If he didn’t stop now, he’d start fucking her again.
With a groan he inched back into her, pressing deep, his pace gentle as her breath hitched in her throat. A flush rolled up her chest, then in to her throat and face. Again, he pulled back, then thrust, his pace slow and measured.
“You want to come again?” His throat felt tight and dry and he swallowed.
“Yes.” This time her head fell back and she closed her eyes, her face showing the ecstasy they shared. Her mouth opened on a soft intact of breath. “More.”
“Oh yeah. More.” Gently, with a back and forth movement that caressed, he moved inside her taut, soaked heat with ease.
Down to his muscles and bones he felt her, more than her sopping pussy encompassing him, and more than the way her breath sucked in each time he thrust. He felt her in his heart, a forging of trust and deeper feelings he stopped fighting as soon as she enclosed his body with hers.
She clutched at his arms and he felt the press of her nails through his suit jacket, and as her breathing accelerated and little whimpers left her throat, her body contracted over his with rippling pulses. She shivered in his arms, the little climax shuddering through her body and into his. Zane held her until she stopped quivering, tenderness threatening to make him think and do things he had no time for.
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