I lick my way back up her body to her mouth, and she kisses me with a hunger that matches my own. She reaches between my legs and grips me over my pants. I rip my lips from hers and hiss as a bolt of pleasure snaps my hips forward. Feels so good. I pop the button of my jeans and free myself for her, needing her bare hand on me more than I need air in my lungs.
My hard-on falls heavy into her palm, and I kiss her deeply while she strokes me. I cover her hand with mine in a silent request for her to move slowly, to draw out the pleasure until it feels more like pain. An erotic punishment that I crave.
I slip my hand into the front of her long johns and behind the barrier of her panties to find her blazing heat and soaked skin. I work one finger inside, and her body shudders beneath me.
Our lips meet, and the kiss is like kerosene to an open flame. Her strokes speed up, and her grip tightens.
“Slower.” I keep an even pace between her legs, holding her off just enough.
“I can’t.” She bites at my mouth and growls against my tongue.
I pull my mouth off hers, and this time she chases me down. I indulge her for one last kiss before pushing up on my knees to get her pants off.
She kicks them off her feet, and my heart thuds heavily behind my ribs at seeing her in a bed of animal pelts bathed in the orange glow of the fire. Her chest rises and falls erratically, and her legs rub together with restless need.
Fuck. There’s no way either of us will be able to go slow. Not tonight.
I push my jeans to my thighs with shaking hands.
“I’m on the shot.”
My gaze snaps to hers.
Her cheeks flush further. “Birth control.”
A condom. Of course, she’s worried about me getting her pregnant. Whatever happens between us on this mountain will stay on this mountain. She doesn’t want to have a living, breathing reminder of me for the rest of her life.
“I’ve also never had sex without a condom before.” I hate that her breathing seems to normalize.
“I haven’t either.” Never even considered it. Until now.
Condom or not, nothing outside of an apocalyptic disaster could keep us from giving in to the wild sexual urgency enveloping us.
She holds her arm out to me. “Then come here.”
I lower myself to her good side, grip her hip, and roll her toward me. Reaching down, I grab her thigh and hike it up over my hip. The liquid heat between her legs brushes the topside of my dick, and I flex my hips in a gentle tease.
She hums. “That feels amazing.”
I continue to move back and forth, stroking her with my hardness, parting her with the blunt end, and retreating again. We kiss and move together until I taste the coppery tinge of blood from her mouth.
I swipe at her lip and show her the red smeared on my thumb. “You’re bleeding.”
She lifts her head to take my thumb between her teeth and then sucks it as far as it’ll go into her throat. Her eyes close, and she moans while her tongue works magic to the tip.
“So hot,” I mumble and continue to work myself between her legs, this time moving deeper until the tip sinks inside her. I replace my thumb with my pointer and middle finger. “Deeper.”
The moment my fingertips touch the back of her throat, I slam my hips forward and bury myself inside her. With her head cradled against my bicep, she blows my fingers while I drive in and out of her. Faster, harder, the visual of her lips wrapped around me, the streak of her blood on my skin, and the unrelenting wet grip of her body snaps the weak hold I have on my control.
“Enough.” I pull my fingers from her mouth and roll on top of her. Her knees hit my ribs as she opens herself for me to sink completely inside. I dig my palm into the floor to hold myself off her bruised ribs and power my hips forward.
She cries out and claws at my back. The pleasure-pain has me teetering on the edge of sanity.
I pull out then slam into her again. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“More…” Her heel digs into my back, pressing me forward in a silent plea.
I pound her into the unforgiving wood floor. My head spins with euphoria as I unleash the harshest side of myself. Curse words fly from my lips, and I grow more unhinged as my filthy mouth turns her on. She’s not only accepting me but also delighting in my ugliest side.
Her inner muscles grip then flutter. She bites her lip. I brace for the sensation I know is coming, prepare for it to send me over the edge. She shatters beneath me. I squeeze my eyes closed and slow my pace. The exquisite grip of her body has my heart racing so fast I fear it’ll stop.
With a sigh, her legs fall limp to my sides. Her nails release my back and run long, soothing caresses up my spine.
“Are you good?” I manage to choke out.
Her crooked smile and low hum tell me all I need to know.
I bury my face in her throat and suck while I slowly start to move between her again. Drenched and slick, I move with long, drawn-out stokes, working her back up until she’s panting beneath me. She moves with me, meeting every thrust with a lift of her hips as if we share the same mind. Giving pleasure while going after our own, we rock like waves, ebb and flow in unison, until my release coils at the base of my spine.
My head gets light, and my muscles quake. The tingling between my legs swells. I slam my eyes shut, thrust hard once more, then pull out. I fist my hard-on and squeeze as my orgasm slams through me. Stars burst behind my eyes, the room tilts, and I forget to breathe as the pleasure shreds me.
I drop to her side, trying to catch my breath, and when I open my eyes, I find her looking at me with a heat I’ve never seen on any woman before. A hunger that says I’ve shown her something she wants and then left her starving.
“I’m not finished with you,” I say and prop myself up on an elbow. Her bare stomach is slick with my release. I dip my fingers into it, swirling it against her skin and getting a sick satisfaction from the visual.
“I’m burning up,” she says in a shaky whisper.
I bring my wet fingers between her legs, and we both moan at the contact of my wetness against hers.
Her knees fall open, and I take my time teasing and indulging her as long as she’ll let me. I wet my fingers, again and again, using my pleasure to aid her own.
She writhes against my hand. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
“No. I want to watch.”
Her hands fist at her sides. Her muscles tense. Her inner muscles begin to pulse, and she closes her eyes.
“Look at me.”
I hold her gaze and use a firmer touch. Her eyes flare. Her back arches off the floor, and she hisses in either pain or pleasure—I can’t tell. She grips her ribcage, and I bite my tongue to keep from barking at her to stay still. Her orgasm seems to last for minutes until she finally falls limp, legs closed, and curls into my side.
I lie next to her, my eyelids heavy, and try not to overthink what the hell just happened here tonight.
The stickiness on my fingers reminds me that she needs to clean up. I get to my feet and pull my jeans up. I grab a strip of cloth and wet it, then turn and marvel at the naked woman lying on the floor of my cabin.
I grin, thinking about what my grandfather would say if he knew what we’d just done in his beloved hunting shack.
“Let me,” I say and squat by her side, rolling her to her back so I can clean up her stomach.
“Can I stay down here with you tonight?” Her voice is so timid, so unlike her, I wonder if she regrets what we did. I sense she’s prepared for my rejection.