by Bethany Kane
“I was right. That did heat you up.” He paused to appreciate the feeling of her breasts encased in her bra. He ran his fingertip along the edge, feeling the swell of her warm flesh.
“Silk,” he said.
“It’s just cotton,” she mumbled.
“I meant your skin.”
He could hear her soft panting as he removed her bra. He cradled her breasts in his hands. She was large for her size, filling his palms with flesh to spare. Feeling her breasts pressed against him earlier had made him wonder if she’d had implants, but as he caressed her and finessed the nipples, he knew Jennifer was 100 percent real. There was no way manufactured flesh could be this firm; not a chance fake breasts could possess such sensitive, responsive nipples.
She whimpered softly.
As if she’d beckoned him, he leaned down over her and slid a nipple into his mouth. He squeezed the firm, soft flesh in his hand while he lashed at a beading nipple with his tongue. They moaned in unison. His cock batted against his belly.
She tasted like heaven.
She dug her fingers through his hair, making him shiver by scraping her nails against his scalp. He savored one nipple for a while—laving and sucking—before he transferred to the other. His arousal grew so great as he absorbed her taste and stimulated her nipples into hard, pointed crests that he grew desperate. He bit at her very gently, testing her reaction.
Jennifer responded by jerking her pelvis. “Oh, Christ. Do that again.”
He didn’t immediately comply, instead scraping his teeth very lightly against the stiff peak. He felt the tension leap into her muscles. He gently bit at the exquisitely sensitive flesh again, and then quickly attenuated his actions with a soothing tongue. She cried out in sharp pleasure.
Jesus. She was so responsive, he could probably make her come from nipple stimulation alone.
He’d have to find out later, he thought dazedly. He was too desperate for her at that moment, too wild to drown in her essence. Her abdominal muscles leapt with excitement when he pressed his mouth to her belly.
He rose over her and began to unfasten her jeans. She moaned feverishly when his fingers reached the last button on her fly. He felt the slight moisture penetrating the fabric. He pulled up on the waistband, giving her clit one last tug of stimulation. She gasped. He smiled as he removed her jeans. Before he removed her panties, he opened his hand along the panel. It was warm, and wet with her juices.
Holy Mother of Miracles. What had he done to deserve this?
It took him two seconds flat to slide her panties off her legs and set them at the edge of his coat. He put his hands behind her knees and bent them, spreading her thighs wide in the process. He knelt between her legs, anticipation cutting at him from the inside out. Her fragrance entered his nose, smelling like sex distilled. He parted her labia and heard her move restlessly on his coat.
He inserted the tip of his tongue between creamy lips. She made a soughing sound and trembled delicately. She put her hands on his head, her fingers furrowing through his hair.
Her taste fully penetrated his consciousness and he was lost. He put his hands behind her thighs and parted her for his ravishment. Her juices clung, thick and sweet, to plump labia. He stabbed at her clit with his tongue, agitated it, sucked at it until she wailed and pulled at his hair. He winced.
Jennifer may be small and delicate, but she was a wildcat when it came to sex.
“John?” she asked shakily when he rose up over her, frowning after being forced to surface from the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted. He didn’t reply, just went to his hands and knees over her. He patted his fingertips over soil and rock, searching.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding disoriented.
“Trying to find this,” he replied, locating the scarf he’d removed from her neck earlier. “I’m going to tie your wrists together.”
He heard her breath hitch. Had her reaction been surprise, fear or arousal? He cradled her cheek, his thumb feathering the corner of her mouth.
“I told you I’d show you the darkness wasn’t a scary place, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” she whispered, turning her lips toward his stroking finger.
“You’re here with me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. Just put your faith in me, and I’ll not only see you through the night, I’ll make it a pleasure.”
He waited anxiously for her reply. Her sex juices were fading from his tongue, and like an addict, he was craving more. Now.
“All right,” she whispered.
He moved quickly, positioning her wrists above her head, making sure her elbows were resting comfortably on his coat. She might be sore enough tomorrow from her fall. He didn’t want her muscles to seize in discomfort and diminish her pleasure.
“You’re very brave,” he told her as he bound her wrists.
“I’m not. Even six-year-olds are less afraid of the dark than me.”
“There are a lot of ways to show courage,” he murmured. Once he’d secured the cotton scarf around her wrists, he scuttled back between her thighs. He looped her thighs against his forearms, spreading her, and placed his hands on her smooth, warm hips.
He groaned in satisfaction the moment he plunged his tongue between her sex lips again. His maneuverings in that fragrant, creamy valley were for her benefit, of course, but he’d be lying if he said his tongue’s searching, probing and laving weren’t selfish as well. He’d seek out a new patch of skin to explore and she’d reward him with her sexy, catchy moans and more of her sweet juices, and his search would become more avid. His hunger grew until only the ultimate prize would satisfy him. He opened his mouth over her outer sex and applied a taut suction while he gave her clit a hard rub with his tongue. She cried out sharply and bucked her hips, but he held her steady, forcing her to take her pleasure head-on.
Triumph and lust soared through his veins when he felt her first convulsion of climax. His entire world became the sensation of her trembling body and her taste soaking into his tongue, her juices running like honey down his throat.
He was so drunk on her essence that he never made a decision to move. His mouth was suddenly at the font of all that sweetness, plunging into the source. He sat on his haunches, holding her pelvis in his hands, lifting her lower body several feet off the ground, tilting her back to give him access to her drenched pussy. She writhed in his hands, her cries that of a female in the throes of deepest ecstasy.
Her channel was narrow and warm. He curled his tongue and plunged it into her. His body shuddered in lust. She hugged his fucking tongue. She’d squeeze his fucking cock in a vise of hedonistic bliss.
He spread his mouth over her, stimulating her clit with his upper lip. He used his hold on her hips to move her subtly against the pressure of his mouth. He applied a gentle suction and continued to plunge deep with his tongue. She squirmed in his hands like a wild animal, but he was firm in his hold. Her ecstatic cries grew silent for a moment, her body tensed hard.
She screamed and shuddered against him.
A moment later he set her hips back down on his coat. He shoved his hand into his back pocket and located a condom in his wallet. Uncontrollable shivers coursed through him when he touched his swollen cock to roll on the prophylactic. He was about to pop out of his confining skin, he was so hard. He clawed at the waistband of his boxer briefs, hastily shoving them down his thighs.
“John?” he heard her ask.
He grimaced at hearing the tremble in her voice. She didn’t like it when he wasn’t touching her for long, and he understood why. “I’m right here,” he mumbled, mentally damning his pants. He couldn’t get them past his lower thighs and he was too desperate to keep trying.
“What . . . what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get my jeans off. They’ll have to stay where they are, I think,” he said, coming down over her, bracing his upper body on his hands. “I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”
“Yes.”
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br /> “I put on a condom,” he told her as he moved between her opened thighs, preparing to penetrate her.
“Thank you, I—oh, God,” she mumbled when he pressed the head of his penis into her pussy. Her heat penetrated the condom. Her flesh squeezed him, sucked at him like a hungry mouth. An overwhelming, primal mandate rose in him to mate—to mate hard and fast and well. He tilted her hips back to receive him, growling gutturally as he arrowed his cock into her clamping channel.
“Don’t resist me, honey. Try to relax.”
“I’m not resisting you,” she said in a choked voice. “I want you so much.”
He held the base of his cock with one hand, working it into her with subtle up-and-down motions. His flexed buttocks provided the steady pressure necessary for penetration, but he remained unmoving.
“You’ve got a tight little pussy,” he muttered.
“Maybe you have an exceptionally big, hard cock.” She sounded like she’d spoken between clenched teeth.
“Too much?”
“God, no.”
“Good. Because you made my cock this stiff. I’m going to have to fuck you hard.”
He didn’t really give her time to reply, although he thought the way she lifted her lower body, straining to take him deeper, might have been answer enough. His cock carved through warm, clinging flesh. He was crazed with lust and need, but he still paused when he heard her sharp cry, recognizing the sound of discomfort.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, trying to ignore the sharp, throbbing ache in his cock. The need to plunge deeper felt almost as imperative as breathing. He leaned down, using the sound of her soughing breath as his guide. He found her mouth with his. This was what he needed to find strength. She tasted so good. He licked along the top of her lip, her sweat melting on his tongue.
“Sing for me,” he whispered hoarsely.
“What?”
“Please. It’ll help to distract me.”
She sang a couple bars from “Love in the Moonlight,” her breathy, husky voice sending sharp spikes of sensation through his flesh.
It was like being submerged in a perfect sexual fantasy, one so breathtaking he’d never even dared to dream it up in his own head.
Her soft, singing voice was more than he could bear. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, wanting her to stop the torture, wishing it would go on . . . silently coaxing her to accept his total possession. He read her consent in every nuance of her straining body and passionate kiss.
He pushed back a smooth thigh until her knee was parallel to her breast, opening her body to him, demanding admission.
“Keep your knee there,” he insisted next to her lips. He released her thigh and reached between her legs. He wasn’t going to be able to take this torture much longer. His thumb found her clitoris, circling, plucking and coaxing. It was like pushing a magic button. Her flesh melted around his cock.
“That’s right,” he uttered in triumph. He flexed his hips and seated himself in her to the balls.
He immediately began to fuck her. One didn’t sit still when they were submerged in the fires of ecstasy.
* * *
Jennifer’s eyes sprang wide open at the feeling of him lodged deep inside her. His cock felt too large to be in her body, but even as she thought it, he moved. A friction began to build in her unlike anything she’d ever known. The relentless knob of his penis stabbed at her, probed her, awakened nerves she didn’t know she possessed. He plunged back into her, and she cried out in stunned bliss. Again, he gave her a long, hot, powerful stroke, gently jamming his balls against her spread, damp tissues, giving them both a jab of stimulation.
She longed to touch him, to grab on to his hard, pumping buttocks and encourage his forceful possession, but he’d bound her. She began to push and rotate her hips as he fucked her—around his cock, up and down, around, in and out, feeding the friction that grew and expanded in her sex and her belly. Jennifer heard a low grunt of arousal and felt the increased power of his downstroke and knew he’d noticed. His cocked filled her to the limit, but she was adjusting to his size. She tightened her muscles around him as he plunged into her and was rewarded with a surprised growl.
He paused and popped the side of her buttock and she started.
“You dare to tease me with that little pussy of yours?”
She shivered uncontrollably at the sound of his half-amused, half-dangerous tone.
“Yes,” she whispered cautiously.
“Then you’ll have to take the consequences.”
Her eyes went wide again. The moment was so full, so incendiary, it never even occurred to her that she stared into nothingness.
* * *
John gritted his teeth in preparation for an unpleasant experience and slid out of the tight clasp of her pussy. Her moan of protest echoed his own discomfort.
“Shhh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He rose and inched forward on the ground, so that his knees were on his coat. “I’ll hurt your back on that hard ground in that position,” he explained as he held her hips and gently turned her over. “Come up on your knees and put your bottom in the air. Just keep your hands over your head,” he instructed, using his hands to make sure her knees and cheek rested against his insulated coat. She whimpered when he stroked her right ass cheek, and he leaned over and placed a kiss on her lower spine. She was so smooth and soft everywhere.
His cock raged for her.
“This will be better. I plan to take you hard,” he said quietly.
He drove his cock into her, pressing his balls tightly to her damp hilt, grunting in pleasure. She mewled and began to bob her ass. He palmed her buttocks and gripped her hips, using his hold to serve her pussy to his cock. They crashed together for several tense, heart-pounding moments, the sounds of their moans and slapping flesh filling the dark, underground hole until the chamber itself seemed to pulse with life. The feeling of Jennifer’s tight, warm body squeezing his cock became his entire world.
He thrust into her with concentrated strokes.
“John . . . oh, John,” she cried out, sounding crazed with lust and a little disbelieving.
“Come for me,” he ordered tensely as he rocketed into her. He smacked one of her taut ass cheeks for emphasis, and she complied.
He grunted savagely as he felt her convulse around his cock in orgasm.
“Ah, Jesus,” he whispered desperately as her muscles squeezed him and her heat flooded his senses. The pleasure was so sharp, so singular, he wished the moment could stretch forever. He reached beneath her and rubbed her clitoris briskly. She shrieked and shuddered harder, anointing him with more of her warm juices.
With her scent filling his nose, and her heat taunting him, he knew he’d reached his limit. He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. The muscular, tight walls of her vagina tormented him. Every time he moved out of her she pulled and sucked at his cock, demanding that he sink back into her depths. He raced now, seeing the finish line, stretching for his bliss.
Orgasm slammed into him. He held her against him, his cock jerking high inside her as he came. Pleasure scalded him from the inside out, shaking and rattling his body—his very spirit—in its wake.
He blinked his eyes open, realizing his biceps were still rigidly contracted. He mumbled an apology—his climax had ripped at him so violently, he wasn’t sure how long he’d kept her with her bottom suspended in the air as he shuddered and tensed and emptied every last drop of himself into the condom. He drew his cock out of her and set her knees on the ground, wincing at the feeling of leaving her snug warmth.
“No . . . don’t,” she mumbled hoarsely.
God, he loved the sound of her voice.
“I had to,” he said, rolling the rubber off his sensitive cock. “I filled the condom. I didn’t want it to spill.”
His head came up when she moaned.
“Just a second and I’ll untie you,” he assured. He quickly knotted the condom and came down on his hands and knees over her. He worked open t
he scarf, freeing her wrists. “One second . . .” he muttered. He reached for her pants, shirt and jacket, and carefully draped and tucked the garments over her nudity. She put a hand on his shoulder as he tucked her jacket beneath her ribs.
“Come here,” she whispered, but he was already coming. He lay on his side and reached beneath her, tilting her into his arms. She snuggled next to him as he smoothed her jacket over her naked hip. Her soft hair brushed his lips, and he landed a kiss on the top of her head. For a stretched minute or two, they just lay there, attuned to one another as their heavy breathing slowed.
“I’ll be able to start a fire in a little bit,” he said after a while.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said against his chest. “You did an excellent job of keeping me warm.”
He smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of her head. Her hair smelled like crushed flowers. “I thought you might like the light, though.”
She nuzzled his chest with her lips, and he felt her small smile. “You did an excellent job of keeping back the darkness, as well.”
Chapter Four
John’s embrace kept the darkness at bay, but she felt it encroaching, slowly and steadily. In the distance she heard the eerie sound of an owl’s screech and then the small, indefinable cry of what she suspected was an animal’s last utterance on this earth. She shivered.
“Are you getting cold?” he asked her as he snuck his hand beneath her jacket and stroked her hip with a large, warm hand.
“No. You’re like a furnace.”
He chuckled. “I won’t stay that way forever.”
She heard several sticks popping and a whine coming from directly above them, then the sound of something dropping several feet away from their heads. It seemed like a bomb going off in Jennifer’s brain. A tiny squeal of alarm escaped her throat, and she flung herself into a rigid sitting position.
“What the hell was that?”
She sensed John stretching next to her. “Don’t worry. That was Enzo.” John chuckled a second later. “He sent us supper.”
“What?”
“Rabbit, from the feel of it. Yeah. Definitely a rabbit. Thanks, Enz,” he called in the direction of the hole above them. Jennifer heard a soft growl. John shifted next to her.
