His better judgment in shreds, he climbed up on the rocks to try to help her down. But as soon as his entire body slid onto the solid sur�face, she closed her eyes and moaned.
"Oh, God... Dan."
"Okay, okay, I'ma get you off of this charged surface," he said, put�ting one arm under her back and gently guiding her over the edge of the formation on the opposite side from the villa. "Take some deep breaths, and get out of sight of the house so you can pull it together and won't be embarrassed. I'm sorry, Heather. I... oh, shit... you feel so good."
They half-fell, half-slid into a sandy crag that was filled with water in a little tide pool between the massive boulders. The blue charge was all over the rocks, all over them, and Dan's bare feet were in the ankle-deep sea. Her palms swept up the sides of his flushed face and tangled in his static-ridden hair as she kissed him hard, her tongue seeking his.
His fingers cradled her head, allowing her thicket of auburn ringlets to glide between them as his arm protected her back. Joined at the pelvis, he couldn't have stopped moving against her if a war broke out on the beach. The long-awaited sensation of her touch dampened his lashes and smothered him as he tore his mouth away from hers to kiss her neck.
"You want to?" he asked in a ragged whisper, kissing her chin, her eyelids and the bridge of her nose quickly. "If not, I understand."
She nodded, her words choking out. "I do. Don't stop touching me. I never felt anything like this."
It was as though something within him had instantly snapped. He tugged at her tank top and her br**sts bounced free. His mouth im�mediately sought the warmth of her cle**age and he closed his eyes and shuddered with a groan. She was gonna do it.Actually let him. He covered her br**sts with his mouth and his hands, pulling her dis�tended, rose-colored ni**les between his lips, feeling the shiver go up her spine as she leaned in harder and sought his mouth.
Afternoon sun and her pulsing body produced instant sweat. His hair was wet now, adding to the charge as they grappled with jeans fastenings, kisses, entwined legs, creating friction sounds against the rocks between gasps. Her snug jeans and underwear were down around her knees and so were his, the feel of her silky, moist mound causing delirium.
"I can't get my pants all the way down," she said on a breathless chuckle.
It was true; her tight jeans didn't leave room enough for him to enter her.
She touched his face and looked at his pained expression and slipped from under him, but not far enough to totally break their physical connection. However, when the charge dipped from her slight movement away, he shuddered hard and groaned deep inside his throat.
"Please don't move," he said between his teeth with his eyes shut. "Don't break the charge," he said into her hair as she turned around and faced the rocks. "Oh, God..." he whispered hard into the crook of her neck as he slid against her creamy, smooth bu**ocks and let his hands trace her hips.
His face was burning and she threw back her head and flattened her palms against the hard surface before her, pushing away from the stones.
"Don't break my jaw on the rocks," she said with a gasp, laughing a little as he flattened her hard against them.
"I'm sorry," he said between deep breaths, and then placed a hand above her head to brace himself and protect her face. He stood that way for a moment, his forehead on her shoulders, remembering that she had never been entered... also remembering that she didn't have birth control.
"I'll be gentle," he said, kissing her shoulders and back. "Just for a little bit, and then I'll pull out, okay?"
She glanced over her shoulder with a question in her eyes. "I can't get pregnant right now... I-"
"I know, I know. I won't let that happen." He sounded insane to his own ears, knew he was on the border of a promise and a lie. But the charge had him, she had him, the agonized wait for the cosmos to send her had him. "I just want to feel you," he whispered, sweeping his lips against her fevered skin. "Just once," he said, his voice urgent and at the point of begging. "Iswear I'll pull out."
She closed her eyes and nodded, as his hand slipped between her legs. His gentle caress made her bend over and dip her supple spine into a deep sway the moment his finger slid between her swollen folds and flicked her bud. "I trust you," she breathed out and then leaned back against him and cl**axed hard.
Trembling and almost unable to breathe, he held her close and slid against her gently, opening her to be so tightly sheathed that he nearly wept. She might have trusted him, but he could hardly trust himself as he eased himself inside her, sensing, checking, feeling her reaction to be sure he wasn't hurting her. Holding on to the rocks and her waist he moved slowly, her slickness maddening.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he said in a ragged whisper into her hair. "I'll stop if I am."
She violently shook her head and moved back against him hard to take him in deeper. That's when he lost it, totally forgot everything he was entrusted with. Blue-arc current sent a bolt of energy down his spine, increased his thrusts, and linked his pending orgasm with hers.
Suddenly he pulled out of her, the humid air knifing him, but in�stinct and raw desire made her clamp her thighs tightly around him. A slicing contraction caused him to pelt her back with her name, mak�ing him move in ragged, jerking thrusts against her wet inner thighs, and then stop breathing as a cl**ax seizure claimed him. Her voice rent the beach with his name, temporarily drowning out the surf, and she wriggled against him, trying to recapture him inside of her. But rather than risk catastrophe, he held her close and simply gulped air.
"We can't," he murmured against her ear, allowing his hand to pet her gently between her legs until she convulsed against him again. "Next time I'll be prepared."
"Okay," she gasped, leaning back against him. A slow giggle bub�bled inside her. "Ya think we've charged the rocks?"
Daniel hugged her from behind and dropped his head against her shoulder, laughing softly, breathing into her hair. "I think they're good to go."
Bobby sat on the bedroom floor of the villa pressing a wet towel to the inside of his elbow, watching Jasmine as she lay on her belly. Her intense focus had knitted her lovely brows into a stern frown as she dabbed a toothbrush into a cup and spread crimson on a clean sheet along the lines Jose had drawn for her with a Sharpie.
He swallowed hard as he watched her small, lithe form stretch and work against the fabric. The charge left in the room by the honey-mooners was almost enough to make him levitate.
"You know... they said it needed a jolt of energy to go with it," he murmured quietly, stretching out on the floor beside her and star�ing at her until her huge brown eyes stared back into his.