“I don’t go down easily,” I said, chuckling at the double entendre. The thought of going down on her was actually pretty enticing. “You’ll have to find some other way of taming me.”
My hand went back to stroking over her skin near the mark on her face.
“Why are you doing that?” Raine asked, her voice soft. I ran my thumb back and forth over her cheek again.
“Maybe I’m just getting acclimated to touching you,” I said.
“Do you think I might adopt you?”
Interesting choice of words.
“Not quite what I had in mind,” I said, not completely sure what I did have in mind. “Or maybe I’m feeling a little guilty about it, and massaging bruises makes them go away faster. I’d give you an ice pack, but I don’t have one.”
She leaned back a tiny fraction of an inch, but not far away enough for me to drop my hand. Her eyes stayed on mine as my thumb found its way around and brushed over her lips. I could see both fear and excitement in her eyes. I wondered which was more dominant and how she would react if I just went ahead and made the first move. I leaned in close to her, tilting my head to one side and bringing my lips to her left ear.
“Or maybe I got acclimated to touching you,” I said into her ear. I felt her shiver a little. “Maybe I decided I liked it.”
I ran my nose down the ridge of her jaw to her chin. I felt her take in a deep breath, hold it for a moment, and then let it out slowly. I tilted my head again, positioning my lips just a couple inches from hers. I looked from them back to her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I leaned in closer, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Why?” Raine’s voice was breathy and strained.
“I want you to get acclimated to having my lips on you,” I responded as I finished closing the gap.
I couldn’t believe how soft her lips were against mine, even softer than the skin below her ear. Maybe it was because mine were still dry from the recent lack of moisture in my body, or maybe it was just because hers were like that anyway. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. They felt good against me, and she was definitely responding, so I couldn’t help but tilt my head the other direction and kiss her again from a different angle. And again.
I pulled back and looked at her for a moment, trying to relax my breathing a little and gauge her reaction. Raine’s eyes were wide and bright, and I could feel her heart rate increase under my fingers near her neck. I placed my lips on hers again, meaning to be gentle, but when my tongue touched her lips and she opened her mouth, I must have lost a little sanity for a moment.
I grabbed her head in my hands and plunged my tongue into her mouth. I moved forward, up on my knees, and pushed her body backwards with mine until she was lying underneath me. When her back hit the floor of the raft, I dropped one hand down her side, brushing lightly against the material of her bathing suit until I reached the bare skin of her thigh.
It was an insanely stupid thing to be doing, I knew. When you were trying to conserve energy and water, the last thing you wanted to do was engage in any sort of rigorous activity. My cock trying to rip through my shorts was definitely looking for something rigorous and was definitely only interested in hydration as it was necessary for lubrication.
I ground my hips into her, finding some wonderful, warm friction between her legs as I grabbed her knee and brought it up over my hip. My mouth continued to assault hers, and my other hand went from her shoulder, down to her waist, around the front, and up to cup her breast. I could completely cover it with my hand, and I felt myself smile against her lips as my thumb brushed her nipple, and I thought about getting it in my mouth.
I guess conserving energy wasn’t that important after all.
Chapter 5 – Fish
Even with the heat and cramped conditions, her skin felt fantastic in my hands. I tried to touch her everywhere, and just my hands weren’t enough, so I pulled back from her mouth and trailed kissed over her jaw and down to her neck. All the pent up energy that had been collecting inside of me flowed out of my hands and mouth and pooled everywhere I could touch her.
“Daniel?”
I grunted into her neck and continued kissing her there. Maybe someday I’d hear a woman say my actual name again.
“Daniel – stop.”
My thumb grazed over her nipple once more while the word she spoke traveled around in my head, trying to connect with something cognitive. Maybe all that blood rushing to my cock did affect my ability to think. My lips hovered above the skin of her neck, and my hands stopped moving.
“Why?”
I paused, which was extraordinarily difficult, and panted against her. All my muscles tensed and waited and begged to continue grinding against her body – to release the tension. I waited for her to say something like “let me take my clothes off” or “I want to be on top.” Those words would do nicely.
“Please, just stop!”