“Shhh,” he soothed, before he leaned her back against one of his arms and took a nipple into his mouth. She cried out in delight at the sensation of his warm, sucking mouth and lashing tongue.
“That’s right. Oh, suck it good and hard,” she begged.
He gave her what she wanted while he pinched her other nipple. Jennifer arched her back against his supporting arm. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight. The air seemed to take on weight against her pussy. When John bit tenderly, she screamed as orgasm broke through her, the quality of it tight and cramped without genital stimulation.
“Oh, it hurts . . . so good,” she moaned, not even sure what she was saying.
Suddenly John was turning her into his arms, embracing her. His hand found its way to her pussy. He rubbed her slick clit briskly. It was as if he’d liberated the congested energy. She shouted as climax rocketed through her, more intense and powerful than she’d ever experienced. She rode his hand mindlessly, lost in the battering waves of a sea of sensation and pleasure.
Slowly, the storm eased. John continued to rub her with his hand, nursing every last shudder of bliss out of her. Finally, she sagged against his chest.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in breathless awe, staring into the pitch-black and not flinching.
“You’re amazing,” he said next to her ear. The heat and tension in his voice made her eyes spring wide.
“Do you have another condom, John?”
“No,” he replied, his voice thick with regret.
“Then untie me and let me suck you.”
She heard the raggedness of his breath as he leaned close, his hands behind her back. His penis, warm, heavy and hard as a poker, brushed against her heaving belly.
She went to her knees immediately when her hands were free, her role in their sex play forgotten. Only hunger ruled her—that and her innate understanding of how much he hurt for relief.
He spoke to her as she sucked him. His deep, ragged voice blended with the feeling of his thick, pulsing cock in her mouth and hand, mixed with the scent of his arousal filling her nose, and mingled with the taste of him on her tongue, until she didn’t need to see him; he was with her, racing in her blood, throbbing in every cell of her being.
“How can you be so sweet and small and suck so hard?” he muttered, his voice cracking. He hissed when she scraped the edge of her teeth against the underside of his penis on her sweep upwards. “And you knew my sweet spot from the first, didn’t you?” His hands tightened in her hair. “Ah, I’m about to come. I wish I was coming high and hard in your little pussy. Hold still and let me fuck your pretty mouth a little. Oh, God that feels like a miracle.”
She clenched her eyes tight, overwhelmed by emotion, sucking him as hard as she could while he pulsed his cock in and out of her mouth.
“I feel it, honey,” he muttered. She felt it too, his penis swelling even larger in her mouth. “I’m going to come.”
He groaned gutturally. She felt warm semen jet onto her tongue. He jerked his hips more forcefull
y, but she kept up with him, sucking him while he ejaculated, keeping his final ride smooth and electric. He’d given her so much pleasure, she’d forgotten herself . . . lost herself in it. She wanted to do the same for him.
She wanted to do more.
Chapter Six
John insisted that she put back on every stitch of clothing she possessed, including bra, panties, scarf and boots. “Every little scrap will help keep you warm,” he told Jennifer.
He brushed off his coat and donned it. After he’d found the softest spot available, he called to Jennifer and she came down on the ground with him. He took her into his arms, marveling at how soft she felt, so feminine pressed against the straight, hard planes of his body. She lay against his abdomen and chest and he closed his coat around her, hugging her tight.
She turned her face into his chest and gave a low purr of contentment.
“You all right?” he asked, caressing her jean-covered hip.
“I’m very good,” she murmured, turning her face into his chest. He liked the way she did that, nuzzling her nose into his chest as if she craved his heat, his nearness. After a moment, she laid her cheek against him. He felt her muscles go lax, and wondered if she slept.
He listened to the sound of the falling water and considered their chances for getting out of the cave alive and well. If they could just hold out for another two days, chances were a rescue team would eventually find them. Two more days trapped with Jennifer Turner.
There were worse ways for a guy to spend his time.
A hell of a lot of worse ways for a man to die.
No, they’d get out. That was a good certainty. There’d be a decent insistence upon finding him when he was noticed missing, but Jennifer Turner? They’d plow the ground until they found her.