Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
So then we took turns smearing on the barrier on any tiny scratches or scrapes from head to toe. Which, yeah, wasn’t doing much to help the growing need spreading through my body.
But, all lubed up, we didn’t want to waste the jelly. So we both carefully padded into the water with our soap, sudsed up, then moved under the falls to finally, fully get clean.
My hair and skin were squeaking when I made my way back out of the water, spreading out on the ground to dry off in the sunshine.
Wick came with me, using one of his few clean shirts left to wipe the leftover jelly off my spots, then did the same with his own before leaning back and exhaling hard.
“This has been nice,” he declared, eyes closed.
It had been.
But it could be a lot better.
And the aching between my thighs had only grown with each passing moment.
So I didn’t even think twice about rolling over, then climbing on top of him, his hard length against my belly as my lips pressed into his neck, smelling of the tropical coconut soap that we’d both scrubbed all over ourselves.
A deep rumble moved through Wick at the feel of me.
His hands went around me, sliding down my back to sink into my ass as I teased with my tongue and lips, moving down his neck, then his chest.
His muscles tensed as my tongue traced them on my path downward.
Wick’s hands gathered my wet hair, moving it out of the way so he could watch as I took him into my mouth, sucking down his length as his hips rocked up, making me take him deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair as I moved up and down his length. “Get up here,” he demanded after a few minutes as I moaned at the taste of his desire in my mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he added, pulling my hair harder.
His words, the promise within them, had me moaning around his cock before it slid out of my mouth.
As soon as I was above him again, he leaned up, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, making me throw my head back and whimper.
He worked me with lips, tongue, and teeth before moving across my chest and continuing the sweet torment.
My hips shifted so his cock could press against my cleft. And then I was rocking against him as he continued to tease me with his mouth.
It wasn’t long before we were both aching for more.
Wick sat back, his arms braced behind him, his molten gaze on me.
“I need you to fuck me,” he said, his voice a rough caress.
There was no hesitation.
I rose up, shifted back, and felt the head of him pressing against me.
Sucking in a deep breath, I lowered down.
A whimper escaped me as he filled me, and my hips wiggled a bit when he was settled deep.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, hips bucking up, creating a delicious little pinch as he surged deeper.
His hands drifted up my sides, teased over my breasts as I started to ride him.
It wasn’t long before he lay back, watching the show.
“I wish you could see what I’m seeing,” he murmured, fingers sinking into my hips as I rode him.
I wanted to go soft and slow, to really soak up the beauty—the greenery, the sun on our skin, the waterfall, the man beneath me—but the desire was too demanding.
I rode him hard and fast, my whole body tensing as I got driven right to that edge, then crashed over, crying out.
Wick rocked up into me, coming on the tail end of my orgasm with a long groan.
I lowered down onto him afterward, resting my head against his heartbeat as we both came back down.
“You’re gonna get sunburn on your ass,” Wick said, giving my butt a squeeze.
I grumbled as I slid away from him, sitting on my butt on the lush greenery for a long second before I remembered, well, the bugs.
I rushed to my feet, grabbed my last fresh clothes, and set to cleaning up and getting dressed.
Between the deep sleep of safety, some food, lots of water, a great shower, and some toe-curling sex, I was actually feeling happy and floaty, despite still being, you know, stranded in the rainforest.
“So, are we—“ I started.
And it was right then we heard their voices.
Close.
Dangerously close.
Close enough that it was entirely possible they’d heard me.
We didn’t stop to think or try to run.
We scooped up our bags and rushed behind the waterfall.
Unfortunately, not fast enough, though.
Bullets lodged into the rocks just behind me, missing my back by inches.
“Fuck,” Wick hissed, pulling me with him, getting us past the waterfall just before bullets flew through it.
“No,” I said when Wick started toward the hole in the cave.
“It’s this or die,” he said. “I’ll go first.”