Entwined: Jane in the Jungle (The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle: Part 1) by Colette Gale Read Free Book Online Page B

covering.
    As he moved aside the heavy brush hiding the entrance of the cave he used for a nest, he also stripped away the flap of antelope hide he wore. The mere brush of his fingers over the swollen, turgid flesh beneath made him groan aloud.
    But now, he was safe and private and alone, and he could allow his body to react. He closed his fingers around the shaft, moved them once, and immediately lost control. Everything surged to that place, hot and hard and fast, and he cried out as it exploded.
    His powerful knees went weak and he sank to the ground, onto the pile of tiger and cheetah skins he used for a pallet. His heart was pounding, his flesh was hot and clammy, and he felt better…almost.
    But it had been too quick and fast, and his rod, it appeared, wasn’t satisfied. It persisted, stiff and insistent.
    She’d been the most beautiful, compelling creature he’d ever caught in his trap of made of vines. As he lay here, feeling the softness of fur against his arm and torso, he was reminded of her skin. So soft, so warm, so different from his own, from any animal or living creature he’d ever touched. Soft, with a delicate dusting of hair, like the palm-sized petals of the curling pink flowers he had named lyseta…but her skin was alive and supple.
    And the scent of her. He closed his eyes, drawing in the imagined essence once more…then he remembered, and lifted his hand to his nose. A tremor rippled through him when he smelled her on his hand, her scent mingling with that of his own.
    Assaulted by the memories, the sensations, the smells, he sank into the images, sliding back into them in his mind, letting them fill his thoughts. His rod pounded once again, hot and hard and insistent.
    Closing his hand around it, he did as he’d done in the past—he stroked, faster and faster, his fingers tighter and tighter around the throbbing shaft. Sticky moisture dripped from the tip, making his movements sleek and slippery and fast. He imagined his rod pressed against the woman’s warm, soft skin, sliding in the rich dampness between her legs, slipping into her tight, dark depths.
    He cried out in triumph as pleasure and release bolted through him, hard and fast and deep. It went on for a long time, and when it was finished, his body still pulsing and throbbing, he slept.
    And dreamt.

— VI —
     
    “Did you find the glimmer-headed tyra today, Papa?” Jane asked her father.
    They’d just finished a dinner of baked fish and plantains and were sitting in the treehouse. Efremina had slid the movable wall away, leaving one side of the living space open to the view of the jungle from tree-height.
    It was the most unique, comfortable parlor Jane had ever been in. Large, leafy branches spilled into the room. Birds, butterflies, and other winged insects flitted about just beyond reach. The scent of rich, sweet flowers filled the air. The sun was setting, coloring the sky with violent red and orange flames.
    “We had no luck finding the tyra,” Jane’s father replied, puffing on a long, slender pipe. “But I did capture the perfect specimen of a red-beaded long-twine. Perhaps you’ll make a sketch for me tonight, love?”
    “Of course,” she told him, and rose to retrieve her sketching tools. Since Jonathan disappeared, she’d hardly used her pencils and pastels. But it had been part of the arrangement with Papa—she was able to convince him that she should accompany him on this trip because he needed an artist to document his discoveries in pictures.
    They could take photographs, of course, but not only did that require a large amount of equipment that took up much space, but setting up a darkroom would have been impractical in the jungle.
    Unfortunately for Jane, the very act of drawing only served to remind her of Jonathan. More than once they’d joked that, after they were a married couple, they could travel the world together. He would write the travelogue, and she could sketch the images that would go with