over hers,
loving the feel of her soft lips pressed against his. No, her
leaving had been for the best. Perhaps it had even saved all of
their lives.
When she opened for his questing
tongue, he thrust inside.
She tasted of the honey she used on the
biscuits he had made. The cabin, always well stocked, had the
makings of several meals in the pantry. With no electricity, the
meals were simple, but nourishing and he’d used some of the flour
to add to their meal.
Duncan felt Jarrod’s head near his as
the other man nuzzled her neck, his hands cupping her full breasts.
This was what they had dreamed of all these years. This woman
completed them.
Hell, no wonder he was so fucking horny
he could drive a railroad spike through a tree trunk with his dick,
he was so fucking hard. His cock jutted up, pressing against her
stomach. No embarrassment here. No difficulty in getting his cock
to stand at attention for this woman. Relieved that his equipment
wasn’t defective after all, he pressed forward, rocking her against
his hard length.
Breaking their kiss, he moved lower,
his lips and tongue gently tasting every inch of her jaw and neck
as he pushed her oversized t-shirt aside to suckle the tight peak
of her breast.
He inhaled deeply, loving her scent as
he moved from one breast to the other while Jarrod held them up for
his loving attention.
Bending his legs, he wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled her tighter against him as he continued
to suckle and lave the hardened nubs.
He almost chuckled when she groaned,
her head falling back to rest on Jarrod’s shoulder. This was how
they were meant to be together. This was why his body wouldn’t
respond to another. It had waited for her to return.
“ Spread your legs, baby,” he
whispered against her breast. Gooseflesh covered her arms and legs
as his hands skimmed over her lightly tanned skin, as his hand made
its way past the elastic waistband of the shorts he’d hidden here
so many years ago. He thrust his hand between her spread thighs,
his fingers delving deep between her slick folds.
Not once did he come back here to
retrieve them. He knew that once he had her scent in his nostrils
again, he wouldn’t stop until he found her. Then, when he finally
came to the decision to go in search of her, she returned to his
side.
She hadn’t changed a bit. She was the
same girl who left here all those years ago. The only difference
was that she was no longer that little teenaged girl. She was a
woman who could drive both Jarrod and himself wild with just a
smile or an innocent glance.
He straightened his legs, lifting her
off the floor when her legs gave out. He continued to suckle her
breast while Jarrod moved toward one of the double beds and turned
the covers down.
Gently, Duncan lowered her to the bed.
Before joining her, they both shed what little clothing they wore
and left it in two forgotten heaps on the floor. He moved down her
body, removing her clothes as he went. He didn’t know what he would
do if she turned him down now. He hoped to God he could stop before
he hurt her. His beast rode him hard to bury his face between her
legs and drink of the sweet nectar it knew it would find
there.
He needed to fully taste this woman
more than he had ever needed anything before in his long
life.
Once he had removed her clothes, with
Jarrod’s help, he settled himself between her legs. Pressing the
palm of his hand on her lower stomach, he rested his chin on her
mons. “Tell me to stop this madness now, Pearl, or I will continue
to love you, to taste you.”
“ Yes, baby,” Jarrod
whispered in her ear, just loud enough for him to hear. “He’s going
to settle himself between your creamy thighs and eat your pretty
little pussy, until you scream.”
Pearl whimpered, her breaths coming in
short pants as Duncan continued to slide his fingers through her
creamy flesh.
“ He’s right, Pearl.” He
leaned down to breathe on the glistening, plump lips. “I’m
Brittney Cohen-Schlesinger