“Too much?”
“Just enough!”
“Put your head back. Show your neck.”
I put my head back, unsure about this move. He puts his mouth over my jugular vein, kisses me there, utterly dominating me, enjoying me.
He traces his rough fingers down my belly, lingers there.
I squirm, but he doesn’t let me go. My pussy is bare to the endless wild, dark around us. Somewhere up above, the sun has come out. The forest floor is dappled with splashes of light.
“I asked you a question—the flat limestone slab, lighter than the rest. You see?”
“What about it?”
“It’s a little bit warm from the fire, but not too hot. I’ll hold your hair and press your cheek to that rock while I fuck you. It’ll feel good on your cheek. A little rough, but it won’t mark you.”
I swallow.
He slides his hand to the top of my mound. My entire soul curls and unfurls from sheer anticipation. I want him in me—his fingers, his cock, his tongue, whatever he’ll give me.
He slides his hand down, hitting my drippingly wet core. “You’re ready for me,” he whispers as he slides my juices around with two fingers.
His fingers are blunt and thick, like finger-sized caveman clubs, but he plays me like a maestro. He’s a master hunter, this guy, with superhuman physical skills.
“I’m going to have to fuck you hard,” he says. “I can’t help it. We almost died, and something gets in me when that happens.” His breath sounds a little ragged. “I’m making you very ready, though.” He applies two fingers to the job of getting me off now.
The more I twist, the more tightly he holds me.
He’s like one of those Japanese finger traps, tightening the more you try to escape—except in addition to tightening his hold on me, he strokes my core with more concentration, more keen resolve. More wicked technique. I twist on purpose now, enjoying his harsh hold.
“I want to enter you, Ann, and feel you tight around me.” He’s stroking me, panting. I’m fighting not to come, clenching my pussy, but really, that just makes the feeling more intense.
“I’m going to hold you by the hips. I’m going to hold you hard.”
He’s moving his fingers. Or maybe I’m moving around them.
“We almost died, and it makes me need you so much.”
He removes his hand from my sex and returns to my nipples, anointing them with my juices—gently this time.
My pussy throbs with need in the cold air. “Kiro! Touch me there again,” I beg. “Or let go of my hands and I’ll…I make myself ready.”
“Nowyou’ll make yourself ready? You’re already ready.”
“God, yes,” I gasp. “So ready.”
He hauls me up by the wrists and drags me to the flat rock he’d pointed out to me.
He lowers me down to my knees, standing behind me. I’m naked in the cool air—a naked, mud-covered warrior princess, kneeling in front of Kiro.
“Put your cheek to the place I showed you. Ass in the air for me.”
He doesn’t wait for my compliance, or maybe he’s just as crazy into the caveman thing as I am right now. He grabs my hair and forces me facedown, presses my cheek to the rock. Then he caresses my butt cheeks, like this is a new thing he wants to get into exploring. “You are so beautiful.”
He holds open my butt cheeks and drags a finger up my seam. My asshole jumps and quivers as he brushes his wicked finger over it.
I nearly implode from arousal. “Kirooo…”