Rivers end boxset volume.., p.70
River's End Boxset Volume 3, page 70
She leaned forward and put her head down until finally, their lips touched. It was gentle. Exploratory. New. Tentative. Her lips feeling his. Touching and pressing, pulling back and pushing in. She finally pressed her mouth heavily on his and his hands scrunched up the shirt on her back. He was restless now. She gently licked the seam of his lips. Touching. Tasting. Playing.
He opened his mouth and her tongue dipped inside. It was soft and warm and inviting when it glided into his. It was like their first kiss. But this time, it was hot instead of clumsy.
His fingertips traced her spine and she moaned at the intense pleasure of his delicate fingertips. He stopped at the base of her neck, under her hair, and rubbed the bottom of her hairline. It was so sensuous as anywhere a man dared to touch her. That was insane, being so benign.
His fingers moved up along the center of her scalp, and the moan that escaped her wasn’t from his tongue thrusting and meshing with hers, which was hot as hell in itself, but the way he touched her head. Specifically, her scalp.
They kissed longer, their mouths twisting and turning in the most perfectly synchronized movements left to right, as if they’d rehearsed it before. No. Instead, it was all spontaneous. Exhilarating. Eventually, Violet sat up, straddling him, and lifting the hem of her shirt before pulling it over head. Her hair fell free for the night, cascading over her bare shoulders and looking soft and sensuous. Her body hadn’t felt that good in years. Her heated, sensitive skin felt like it was too tight for her body. Any soft, feather-light touch would cause the nerve endings to explode with ecstasy. Even the sensitivity was arousing.
She was naked now. Her bra was tossed when she’d slipped into bed. Her breasts were mid-sized round orbs with pointy, red nipples that twisted to pebbles as the cool air brushed across them.
She doubted he could see more than a faint outline when his hands slipped to her waist as she sat up. He immediately cupped a warm palm of soft, cushy breast. She sighed at the sensation as he used his thumb to rub the nipple up and down. Sucking in a deep breath, her hips responded to his hard, straining penis that was directly below her bottom.
He suddenly sat up too, gripping her under the armpits and lifting her up to slide his hips back before setting her back down in front of him. He pushed the sleeping bag out of the way until they were face-to-face on the cot, both sitting, their legs crossing over each other’s.
He let her go briefly as he struggled and pulled until he finally divested his shirt and tossed it away. He pulled her closer, placing her bottom on his thighs before pressing on her lower back to move her as close to him as she could get. She moaned when she felt his hard length straining beneath the cotton sweats. The bulge aimed towards the center of her, which was wet and swollen with desire for all that hardness.
Her hands slipped to his wide shoulders and she held on, using him for leverage. She pressed her body so close to him, a sheet of paper could not fit between them. She ran her hands along his shoulders, loving it. She adored his hard muscles and the slope of his shoulders. His neck was square and strong as it emerged from the base of his wide shoulders. She sighed as his chest rubbed her bare breasts, which squished against him.
He nuzzled the side of her face, her ear and hairline, kissing beneath her neck and chin until she tilted her head and let her hair fall down her back. His other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, which he used to position her head in a new angle. When his lips came down over hers, she surrendered and allowed him to take complete control of her.
He licked her neck and her chin and her lips. He sucked her lower lip and gently nipped her with his teeth before moving into her mouth. It was soft and easy at first, but when he tugged her head back by her hair, using enough pressure to wield control, he was also gentle. It set off a rush of warm feelings from her stomach and down lower.
Then his mouth was over hers and he quit exploring and teasing her. Now he was prepared to fully plunder her. His tongue dominated her mouth. She leaned closer toward more of his heat and touch and flavor.
He kissed her again and she moaned when his hand released her hair and he held her chin. He squeezed her gently before pressing his mouth onto hers harder. So much pressure. But oh. The delicious things his persistent kissing, licking, sucking managed to do to the rest of her.
She was blazing on fire.
She ran her hands over his shoulders, reaching the short strands of his hair and moving back down the long column of his neck. She was memorizing the texture of his skin. She loved the way it stretched over the straight muscles of his neck. And how it merged into his back and shoulder blades. She found it irresistibly sexy since he was so much larger and stronger than her.
Releasing her chin, he began to lick her lips. He kissed the corner of her mouth before dropping down to the curve of her neck and further down her body. He rained soft kisses as he rearranged his hands. He held her above her waist and below her breasts tightly before he tilted her torso back. He arched her back until the high points on her chest were accessible to his mouth. Violet felt like a mouthwatering appetizer on a platter.
His nose touched her sternum and he planted a kiss on her right breast. Violet held her breath in ragged anticipation. She pressed her shoulder towards him as her unspoken, needy encouragement. He kissed her again. He licked her softness until his lips reached the rippled edge of her nipple. She whimpered her desire, moving her hips with more freedom to let him know… oh, yes. Do that. Now.
But Gage was in no hurry. He kissed her nipple again before flattening his tongue on the end of it and licking it like an ice cream cone. It wasn’t long before her head fell back, and she nearly did a back-bend in her effort to encourage him to suck on her nipples. Kiss. Lick. Touch. Fondle. He was literally setting her on fire. She briefly feared she might be dying.
Then he slowed down even more into a measured and controlled touch. He continued to lick and suck her nipples, taking them alternately into the hot depths of his mouth until she was writhing with libido.
Her entire core was reduced to a hot puddle of swollen wetness.
He sucked and bit her nipples, pulling and prodding the swollen flesh before letting it go to do the same to the opposite one. She fell to the mercy of her needs. She sighed and oohed and ahhed while her body begged for more. It kept pushing closer to his wonderful heat and pressure.
When he released her, she scrambled to her feet. She must have surprised him, judging by the jerk of his head as he appeared to look at her. The darkness kept them from seeing clearly, and only intensified her eagerness. The muscles and broadness of his shoulders and chest really turned her on. The hardness of his pecs and his trim waist. He didn’t have a six-pack in his abs, but the skin was taut and tight. She used her hands to memorize the way he felt.
Swishing her hips back and forth, she longed to relieve the growing agony that was both sweet and hot, aching and wonderful. She forgot how strong the urge inside her could be. She felt like a rainbow of colors was infiltrating her blood stream.
Gage rose off the cot and stood just inches from her, his height more towering and commanding than before in the daylight. There it was more about friendship. Right now? The goose bumps, power, seduction and urgent desire were magical. Everything about him was turning her on: from his stroking to being quiet, to controlling and commanding her. He decided how he wanted her to be and it was hot. So damn hot. Her needs and wants were being met without her even knowing what they were.
He leaned forward, sloughing off his pants and boxers or whatever he wore for underwear. She could not see him until he straightened up. The energy was radiating off him. His unconcealed sexual desire for her was obvious now. And holy shit. It didn’t take much for her body to bend towards him. His jutting penis touched her belly before he encircled her with his arms around her waist.
She surprised herself when she simply wrapped her thin arms around his waist and held on for the ride. They were standing in the center of the tent, clinging to each other. Naked. Blinded. But fully aware of every feeling.
Her heart suddenly dropped like an anvil. Shit. She wasn’t at her home or even in town. There were no condoms in the tent. She never had any reason to bring them.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Two. In my wallet.” He released her and stepped back. Groping around, he began knocking several items off the table as he patted it down. Reluctantly, Violet reached up for the light and clicked it on. She was a little hesitant to see what was happening. Scared of her own reaction to being naked with another man. A man who wasn’t Preston. But her body was so turned on that she felt like a traitor to Preston. There she was. Naked with another man.
She blinked when the small light brightened the space. He twisted his torso backward, blinking as well when he realized the light was on. His bare butt faced her and it was smooth and sleek, with muscular definition from all the hiking, no doubt. Her mouth went dry and she fought the urge to slide her hand over it. Her fingers twitched eagerly and she longed to feel the hollows and swells of it. His gaze sought hers as he turned, easily spotting his wallet. He grabbed it and removed the two foil squares that were tucked inside there.
“Tell me those aren’t years and years old.”
Gage straightened up, holding the squares, and tossing his wallet on the table. His gaze nearly leveled her. Her breath caught when he didn’t answer or smile as he usually responded to their banter. No, his gaze was fastened on her breasts. He didn’t blink or breathe although his nostrils flared. His eyes were on her chest. Her tits, to be specific.
Then, he scanned her stomach and the apex of her thighs, taking in the curve of her hips and finally, her legs. He raised his gaze back to her tits, not her eyes.
Surprised, she almost snapped her fingers in front of his face.
The kindness, coaxing and caring she expected from him wasn’t there. No. Just hot, turned on, sexy appraisal. Raw desire. His eyes seemed to spark with attraction as he stared at her nipples. They tightened even harder than the cool air already made them. She never remembered feeling so much desire from a hot look.
“Never seen a pair of boobs before?” she finally asked when he didn’t speak or give her eye contact. He also didn’t answer her.
He smiled. His lips stretched wide and his teeth flashed. But his eyes didn’t rise to hers and he still didn’t answer her.
She started to grow annoyed… but holy damn. When did anyone stare at her with that kind of appreciation? Want? Lust? Desire? As if she were the hottest turn ever? Honestly? Not too often. Her boobs were small and perky. Not exactly pin-up material.
“Gage?” she said as she crossed her arms over her front. He blinked and his smile faded into a scowl. Only then did he raise his eyes to hers.
“What?”
“You’re ogling me. Staring. Like… like I’m the first naked woman you’ve ever seen.”
He shrugged his big shoulders. Her stupid heart reacted by speeding up. He was naked. She let her eyes study his face and chest before dipping down towards his jutting hardness. It strained and bobbed like a compass needle seeking true north: her vagina.
“No. Not the first. Just the best.” His smile grew huge then. Lopsided. Sweet. Appreciative. And fun.
God, he was enjoying just staring at her. She switched her weight from one foot to the other. He stepped forward to close the gap and grabbed her left wrist. He tugged on it to prevent her from covering her chest. “Please?”
“I asked you if your condoms were past the expiration date?”
“I heard you. And they aren’t. Although I do get laid more than once a decade or once a year even.” He gave her a cheeky smile. “We only have two so we really have to make them count.”
He took both her wrists in his hands, and moved her arms out again so his eyes had full access to her lovely breasts. “You’re impossible. They’re just a pair of boobs!” She finally laughed when he could not stop staring. His eyes were sparking.
“No.” He finally lifted his gaze up to hers. “Not to me. They’re you. All of you. I didn’t think I’d ever see you like this or be like this with you. So I fully intend to memorize every single freckle and dimple and angle and curve of your body. You might think I’m crazy. Maybe you don’t know that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, inside and out. So I will allow you to watch me devour your looks if you’ll try to understand how I feel.”
Her breath stopped in her throat. She pressed her lips tightly. Holy shit. She didn’t expect that response. He kept staring at her as his words registered in her mind and she met his green-eyed gaze with her own. “You did that on purpose. You turned this into something light and funny and sexy so I wouldn’t…”
“Freak out? Leave? Decide I wasn’t the right guy and run out into the dark? Yes.”
She stared up at this man and her heart fluttered. It hurt. Why did he have to be so perfect? Who did that? She was walking a tightrope emotionally, and only a tiny slip away from falling off it. She refused to allow her mournful memories into her heart.
But did the light cause this? Is that what distracted her? His ogling? Old-fashioned, stupid guy staring at her boobs. But he made it seem funny and not humiliating.
She swallowed the lump that lodged in her throat.
Surprising herself more than him, she launched herself at him. She raised her arms and leapt toward his big, naked, welcoming body. He was full of compassion for her grief, which he didn’t understand, but he still cared about its effect on her.
Gage reacted by catching her before her hands clasped his neck and she pressed her face into his chest. She rested her head inches below his sternum. He embraced her, settling his hands on her lower back and pressing her closer. Yeah, she felt his hot, heavy penis digging into her stomach. Her own body was swollen and wet with longing. But it was definitely paused.
The body heat. The mutual warmth. The contrast in their sizes, his being so big and her being so small. His desire to fulfill all of her needs. He dug his fingertips into the skin and muscles along her spine, trying to massage and relieve her by using his own magic: kindness and tenderness.
The light imbued a golden, soft glow. It was kind by making everything pretty and blurred. Her heart hurt. She lifted her head and tilted it back. “I’m not sure…”
His hands simultaneously dropped to her butt and he gripped each butt cheek. He lifted her up on her tiptoes. She cradled his steel-heated length in the V she made with her legs. “I know. But everything feels so right. Just lose yourself in that.”
So simple and easy. Stay rooted in the physical, present moment. Of course, he was right, and it felt so right. Completely and utterly perfect. But what about the damned hug they were now sharing? It felt comforting. Safe. Necessary.
Fuck. She was in trouble.
He lowered his head to kiss her lips before she could move too far away or get lost in her doubts again. He smiled as he gave her butt a hefty squeeze. “You really have a hot, tight, amazing, little body. So I was staring for me too.”
Suddenly finding herself smiling after their sloppy, connected, fun kiss, Violet thought, God, he was funny and hot and fun. He’s what made this… amazing.
Then he gripped her under her arms and lifted her up. He was holding her right above his erection and her entire body was being supported by him. Stepping forward, he gently set her down on the cot. He tucked the condom packets on the side of the cot before turning his undivided attention to her.
Her knees poked up and he squatted beside her, stroking her thighs and running his hand down one, making her shudder as he traced the line where her butt joined the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her hips strained towards his touch eagerly, urgently, and her eyes fluttered shut as she willed her shameful thoughts to shut down. Be gone for good.
He leaned over her and with an expert and confident touch, stroked her pubic hair, curling it around his fingers as she moaned through her lips. When he sunk his fingers inside her with shallow, explorative strokes, she began biting her lip and squinting her eyes shut. He gently stroked her back and forth. No hurry. He was in complete control of her pleasure and taking his sweet time with her.
She was already gone. Her knees parted and she dug her feet into the soft material of the cot, lifting her pelvis up towards him. But still, he made no haste. He petted and stroked and explored her wetness as it filled her up. He finally dared to dip a finger inside her and her breath hitched before it got stuck in her throat. So good. A mumbled litany of gibberish escaped her mouth but no words. She swung her hips and torso, trying to drive him deeper and harder inside her. She wanted more. She was so hungry. Almost feral.
Dipping two fingers inside her, he stretched her vaginal walls and her aching, needy body nearly exploded. She thrashed about, her eyes slammed shut, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
He moved his fingers further into her body and leaned forward to gently place his mouth on the bundle of nerves that her whole being was focused on exclusively. It was all that mattered to her now. All she wanted. And needed. On and on, Gage sucked and licked her as his fingers dipped inside her until she was lost in the moment. She had no sense of time or space, never mind, what was happening.
Colors started to stream as a series of weird jolts emanated from her core and bolted up and down her body. She left herself. This place. This life. This space. She was no longer Violet Rydell. She was no longer flesh and bone, but waves of light and energy, fire and water. She floated and soared with nothing to weigh her down. No body. No brain. No soul. No grief.
She became pure beauty and heart and soul. She was literally flying. Gone… Lost to an orgasm that was years in the making.
She slowly fluttered her eyelids, only then realizing his mouth stayed on her clit throughout the whole mindblowing orgasm. He slowly withdrew his fingers and finally lifted his mouth off her. He began to kiss the inside of her thighs, heading up towards her belly button. His beard tickled her skin. He kissed her stomach and between her breasts before he finally stopped at her mouth.
