move. Not an inch. Stay exactly as you are.”
She blinked into his sudden absence. Her whole body sang as she groped to understand where he was going when he’d just been where they’d both wanted him to be. Her skin chilled in the absence of his warmth. She heard him slide against the cards spread across the tent floor and rifle through his pack, tossing things around as he dug deep. He returned a moment later, a muscled Adonis limned by the light of the tumbled lantern.
He brandished a foil packet.
Of course. Safety. That was the rule. He was strict about it. She was strict about it, too. How lost had she been to forget this critical choice at such a time?
He rolled on the condom and slid his big, hot body to her side, right back to where he’d been only minutes ago. He grasped her knee and urged her leg up against his hip, then slid his member down her vulva and across the crease of her sex.
He paused, holding her gaze. “Okay?”
Okay? Stars were shooting behind her eyes. “Yessss…” She tilted her hips so her sex ran down the length of him, intensifying the fireworks.
He caught her mouth in another kiss, sliding his tongue along her lips the same way he slid his shaft below, spreading dampness, kicking up her pulse. For as much as she wallowed in this dual sensation of his touch, she felt like they’d been involved in foreplay for ten straight days. She was coiled so tightly with anticipation, she couldn’t bear to stretch it out any longer. So when he pulled back again, she canted her hips so that his next slow stroke aimed the tip of his organ right where she ached most.
With a sharp intake of breath, he broke from the kiss and slapped his hand on her ass. Gripping her, he guided their hips closer together, peeling her sex open by plunging himself as deep as he could in this position.
Her head fell back. He buried his face in her throat, thrusting again. His back curved as he tried to plunge deeper. The steely length of his sex strained between her legs with each thrust, riding across her clit as the tip went deep. A knot of pleasure tightened inside her, but she needed more.
She rolled onto her back, gripping his arm to urge him to roll atop her. He made a rumbling noise as he settled between her thighs. The waxy surface of the cards slid under her butt. He paused for only a moment, seeking her heat, before thrusting deep.
She gasped for air and something else, a bright feeling, as he shoved her thighs wide and plunged into her tightness again. He mumbled something, but she couldn’t hear the words as she clutched his shoulders. The world tilted out of balance. Why had they waited so long? She’d been starved for this, the slip of his skin against hers, the rock of his hips. Her arms dropped over her head, he caught one hand in his grip and wove their fingers together. Lightning lit up the tent—or maybe it was just fireworks behind her eyes—as a powerful orgasm launched a cry from her throat.
In the moments after the light dimmed, she drifted back to the world. Dylan still thrust inside her, ever faster. She experienced his orgasm with a fresh ripple of pleasure as his organ swelled inside her, as he stiffened and threw his head back. A few minutes later, he splayed the hand that gripped hers, loosing his fingers. She drank in the rhapsodic expression on his face as he slid off her body. The tent filled with the sound of their gasping breath.
She blinked her eyes open to his half-lidded gaze and his cocky side-smile. A whole new rush of pleasure shuddered through her, though fainter, like the drifting, distant thunder.
She rolled to her side and rested her head on her palm. “I won that hand.”
He laughed, a burst of happy sound that lifted her heart.
“You won first,” he said, “but I wasn’t far behind.”
She ran a fingertip across his chin. “We should play this game more often, Dylan.”
“We should have played it a week ago.”
She let that lie, hoping the dopey post-sex smile stretched across her face would shield her uncertainty. Waiting had been the more prudent course, but she was sure glad they were sharing their bodies now.
“I should have known you would bring condoms.” She trailed a finger across the strong,