Chapter 17 #2
“Sorry, there was this wild naked girl I couldn’t take my eyes off.
Hang on.” He set her down and ripped at his own clothes.
She helped him by unzipping his pants and tugging them down to his ankles.
Then she helped him even more by peeling his briefs away from his erection.
It bobbed free, bumping against her cheek, the contact causing such excruciating pleasure that he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming.
Finally he was naked, and she was still crouched before him, and his penis was perilously close to her mouth. More than anything, he wanted the sensation of her lips coming around his erection. But if she did that, this would be over before it even started.
“Come on.” He tugged her to her feet and swept her into his arms. He carried her over to an actual bed, made from wood, instead of a cot.
Mathilda parted the mosquito net and he set her on the bed, then ducked in after her.
The mattress was divinely comfortable, he quickly discovered.
Maybe she’d brought it out here herself, because the “guest cots” were nothing like this.
She sat up to tuck the mosquito net back around the bed. “There aren’t bugs in here, but I had an unfortunate gecko experience once. Ever since then I sleep with a net just in case. Besides, I love how it makes you feel like you’re in your own private little world.”
She scooted close to him, gave him a push, and they tumbled over, arms wrapped around each other. The rain drumming on the tent roof, the filmy net surrounding them, the darkness of a jungle night with no electric light…they really did have their own private little world.
They explored that world with mouths and hands and soft words.
He revisited her nipples, found them just as eager and hard as before, and even more sensitive.
Her hands roamed everywhere across his body.
He loved how she touched him, as if every ridge and slope deserved attention.
That included the part that ached for the arrival of her hand, his erection.
When her palm finally closed around him, he let out a heartfelt, “Oh fuck,” while she smiled against his mouth.
“You like that?” she whispered.
“Fuck yes.”
“You ready? I have condoms.”
“No. Yes. Hang on.”
There was more he wanted to do before he let himself go wild inside her.
He laid her on her back and spread her open. Taking his sweet time, he licked his way up her inner thighs to the juicy juncture between them. He feasted there for a while, until she was arching back and digging her hands into his hair, and letting out desperate whimpers.
He got it. He did. But she’d just have to endure a little more pleasure before he was done. He teased her by keeping her on the edge, bringing her close, then backing off, until she pounded her fists against his back.
“I’ll throw you into the jungle if you don’t—”
“Don’t what? Do this?” He planted his lips on the plump swollen flesh of her clit and suckled hard. She shrieked out loud, then turned her face to muffle the cry in her pillow.
He pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his thumb, which he’d already licked for extra lubrication. Not that it was needed, but whatever, it worked, because she shot into a bucking, orgasmic frenzy.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…”
Her moans and wails got him even more wound up. He gripped his penis and wished he had a magic wand to sheath himself.
As soon as she could speak halfway normally, she said, “In that tote to your right. I’d grab it, but I don’t think I can move.”
“Stay right where you are. I got this.” He snaked his hand out of the net and lifted the lid of the clear plastic tote. The box of condoms was right on top. He grabbed one and tore it open with his teeth, then rolled it on.
Should he tell her to brace herself? No need, because she was pulling him toward her with her leg around his hips.
Her body welcomed him inside with a slick wet pulsing heat that felt like nirvana.
He poised himself over her and withdrew to his tip, then plunged back inside.
God, it was too perfect. He wanted it to last forever.
The pleasure was so intense and the chances so small that they’d ever get a chance to do this again.
He wanted to sear each moment into his heart.
It took all his considerable control to draw things out long enough for her to be back on the edge. It helped when she rolled over on top, disrupting his rhythm. But that position quickly became just as outrageously arousing, and he flipped her back over.
“I can’t hold off anymore,” he finally said through gritted teeth.
“Me neither,” she gasped. With that permission, he released the reins and let the fireball gathering at the base of his spine burst into a mind-obliterating climax. As the pleasure saturated his brain, he made room for one thought.
Thank the lord for that rain. The intense downpour drowned out their groans and cries.
And another thought. This ain’t no hookup. Not if I have a say.