He muttered something against her nipple before moving to the other one. Goddess! That sent pleasure soaring through her body. The folds between her legs grew slick with dew, and she longed to feel his rod deep inside her. He moved lower, down her stomach and she tensed. Surely, he did not mean to? He could not! That was not done by males!
She pushed at his shoulders, pressing him onto his back. It took more effort than she had thought. He was strong. But she soon straddled him. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his cock and pressed it to her pussy. She had not done this before, all she had were the elders instructions. When she took the tip of his cock inside her, she knew it would be a tight fit. The elders had told them that their bodies would stretch to accommodate any girth, but surely, they had not encountered one as large as Rich. Slowly, she pushed down, taking a little of him at a time. There was a stretching feeling but no pain. He moaned, and she stilled, checking on him. But there was only desire on his face.
His rod brushed against that spot inside her that the elders had told her would intensify her pleasure. She whimpered softly as he reached up and brushed his fingertips against the top of her mound. He flicked them up and down then pulled them out, looking puzzled.
She rode him, feeling herself move closer to release. Beneath her, he thrust his hips up, driving himself in deep.
“Find your release,” she ordered. She could not find it before him, that would be unforgivable.
She curled her hair around his balls, caressing them until he gave a shout. He arched up, the muscles in his neck grew tense as he found his pleasure. Only then did she finally let go, her release taking her breath away. She threw her head back as pleasure she had never known before washed over her. When the last tremors shook her body, she collapsed forward and rolled to the side, worried about suffocating him. But Rich turned and drew her close, pushing his leg between her thighs.
Panting, she tried to catch her breath, to slow her heart beat.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered to him. “You are handsome and special and mine. All mine.”
He murmured something back, but she was already slipping off to sleep, totally content.
Chapter Five
He was grumpy.
Rich followed Laylla along a path, frowning. He shouldn’t be grumpy, not after the way he’d woken this morning with Laylla’s mouth around his cock. He’d come in her mouth, still half-asleep. Jesus, what a way to wake up. He could get used to that.
If only she would let him return the favor. But instead of letting him pleasure her, she had risen and gotten dressed, as though she wasn’t even aroused. But he’d seen her tight nipples, the way she’d stared at his cock hungrily. She wanted him. So why not let him touch her? Kiss her? Taste her?
After she’d gotten dressed, in a new, tight leotard she’d pulled from her pack, she’d grabbed more of that awful jerky before wrapping her hair around his wrist and leading him out of the shelter. He hoped that disgusting jerky wasn’t a staple of their diet here.
Not that he intended to stay long, he reminded himself.
He should have attempted to escape last night. She’d fallen asleep quickly, clearly exhausted after her orgasm, and instead of taking advantage and sneaking off, he’d slept like the dead next to her.
Annoyed with himself, he scowled. Too involved in his negative thoughts, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. Failing to see the loose rocks in front of him, he tripped, falling forward onto his hands and knees.
He stayed where he had landed, his breath sawing in and out as sharp pain radiated up through his hands and knees. Could things get any more humiliating?
“Rich!” Laylla knelt beside him and started running her hands over his body.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Just embarrassed and annoyed. He stood, and she watched him worriedly. Then she pointed at his knee with a frown. He glanced down. “It’s just a scratch. Nature doesn’t like me, and the feeling is entirely mutual. The sooner I get out of here and back to a city with things like running water and lights and damn decent food, the better.”
Laylla knelt and studied his knee.
“For God’s sake, woman. It’s a scratch. You didn’t carry on this much about those gouges in your chest.” He pressed his hands to his hips as she brushed her fingers over the scratch. “If you kiss my boo-boo then I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Instead, she stood and pulled him close, kissing him gently on the lips. He tugged her closer, deepening the kiss, determined to take control. He knew he was a bit of a control-freak and right now, everything seemed out of his command. But he could control this.
When he pulled back, he was gratified to see her eyes were dazed, her cheeks flushed.
He might suck at hiking, but he could damn well kiss. It boosted his ego slightly.
“I never suffered from self-confidence issues until I crashed landed on this hellhole,” he told her as she took his hand and led him along the rough path. He got the feeling she was holding onto him because she was worried he’d trip again, but he chose to ignore that.
“Where are we going? ‘Cause I’m not exactly the walking type so…” He trailed off as they walked into a clearing. In front of him lay a glistening, deep blue pool of water. Large rocks surrounded the pool, which was fed by a small waterfall.
“Okay, I’ll admit that this place was probably worth the walk.” He couldn’t wait to jump in. To feel somewhat clean again. He stripped off his clothes and ignoring her shout ran into the water and dived in, swimming under the water with long, firm strokes.
Arms surrounded him, pulling him to the surface and he emerged with a frown, glaring at an equally furious-looking Laylla. She shook her finger, her voice high and clearly scolding.
“What the hell is your problem, woman?” he asked. He pushed back, swimming away from her. He dived under then up. “I can swim.”
She watched him. He swam back over to her. “Can’t you?”
She muttered something, her eyes narrowing then her hair whipped around, and she slapped him on the ass.
“Oh, so you like a bit of kinky shit with your sex, do you?” he murmured. Her eyes widened as he moved closer. “Well, okay, so long as you know it’ll be me doing the spanking.”
His feet found the ground, and he pulled her close, taking her mouth with his. He cupped her ass, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He massaged her ass cheeks then pressed a finger against her asshole. “You seem to enjoy doing this to me, do you like the favor returned?”
She dived back, and he felt a moment of disappointment. Had he turned her off by touching her there? Damn it, this language barrier crap was really starting to piss him off. He’d learned a few words, but he needed to learn some more. Luckily, he was a quick learner.
He turned around as he noticed Laylla had disappeared. Where was she?
Something warm wrapped around his cock, and he gave a shout. Reflexively, he reached down to protect his crown jewels from whatever creature was attacking him when he spotted Laylla’s golden hair. Oh shit. That felt good. How could she do that under water?
It didn’t take long until he was fighting not to come, his legs shaking, his balls aching. Then she let go of his shaft and surfaced, panting for air with a grin on her face.
“Damn, baby, that was hot,” he told her.
She grabbed hold of his hand and drew him over to a large rock. She patted it, and he pulled himself up then reached for her. She shook her head with a grin and wrapped her hair around each of his ankles, pulling him to the edge of the rock, so his legs hung off the edge. She stood in the water and took his cock into her mouth.
Rich reached for her again, determined that this time things weren’t going to be so one-sided, but she pushed him back, wrapping more of her hair around his wrists and pinning them above his head. He was spread out like a human sacrifice, only he was pretty sure human sacrifices didn’t get their cocks sucked first.