Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,88
a chuckle at how poorly the top fits. Maybe it works for someone less chesty, but on me, it just looks ridiculous. My boobs jiggle out the sides and underneath, gravity not a consideration with this top. “Looks like I’m a little too busty for this,” I point out to him, grabbing my tits and pretending to adjust everything, knowing that his gaze is going to be all over me. “Shall we try the skirt?”
He growls low and leans in, even as he hands the skirt to me. “You are going to make it impossible for me to climb back up to our nest, little flower.”
“Because of your boner? I see it.” I flutter my lashes at him. “I’d have to be blind not to see that thing. It’s so big and juicy and—”
“H’nah,” he warns.
I wrap the skirt around my hips and fix the side-loop. Like everything else, it doesn’t quite fit. The ties hold it together, but there’s an indecent gap along the side because I have a big booty. It is a lot cooler than my leather, though. “I like this.”
“I do too.” His gaze is sultry-hot.
I fake-yawn, stretching my arms over my head and sure enough, the girls pop out from underneath the placemat top. Oops. “I’m sleepy from all that swimming. Shall we head up?”
My J’shel growls low in his throat and snags my waist with one arm, dragging me against him. “Hold on tight.”
“Because we’re gonna go nap?” I flutter my lashes again.
“We are going to our furs,” he agrees. “I said nothing about sleeping.”
And before I can tease him about that, he picks me up, fitting my legs around his waist, and begins to climb again. I hold onto him tightly, doing my best not to squirm. I want to rub against him like a cat in heat, but doing that while he’s climbing is a bad idea.
The moment we get to the top, though? All bets are off. I rock my hips and press my wet pussy against him deliberately. My cootie’s purring with need, insisting on more lovemaking, and I’m all too happy to comply. “Thank you for carrying me,” I tell him, wiggling against his flat stomach. “You’re so strong and big and—”
He doesn’t set me down. He heads straight forward, his hands gripping my hips tight, and then I smack into the cool stone of the cave wall, leaves rustling around me. He hitches me up higher, claiming my mouth with a hot kiss, and I feel one of his hands working beneath me, removing his leather loincloth.
Ooh, are we going to do it against the wall?
I get my answer a moment later when he sinks me lower, and then the fat head of his cock presses into my core. I bite back a gasp of shock, my eyes closing and my head tilting back because it’s so damn good. It’s like I’m being impaled on his thick shaft, and as I sink slowly down onto him, little twinges of pleasure shoot up my spine.
“My H’nah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Like this, I come to his shoulder and kissing is impossible, but when he rocks his hips, it feels like my whole body jerks in response, and I cling to him. “My little flower.”
My only response is a moan.
He thrusts again, and then his hands lock on my hips and he’s holding me in place as he drives into me. My back presses against the rock, his weight pinning me, and it takes everything I have to hold onto him, even as my legs twitch and spasm with every thrust. His spur never leaves my clit, and it feels as if we’ve just started when my thighs clench and then my back arches with the force of my orgasm. I cry out his name as he pumps into me, and then he’s spilling his heat into my pussy, filling me with his seed. It was a hard, quick fuck, but I’m not complaining. I loved every moment of it.
J’shel touches my cheek, caressing my face as I smile up at him. I feel positively dopey with endorphins, and my whole body’s singing. If we have to stay here a month or three, I’ll enjoy every single day of this, just being with him and loving him. We can leave the rest of the world behind for a while. His fingers skim over my face and I capture his thumb, biting down on