in my chest, and the tip of her tongue runs against the broken skin I put on her lip.
Is she reminding herself of my brutality?
I gather her against me and roll us over so that she’s on her back and my hips are cradled between her thighs. Keeping my weight to the side to avoid hurting her still-healing ribs, I sink into the sweet abyss of her mouth.
My blood hums with adrenaline, a desperate need to take what I want, fast and hard, to slake this unquenchable desire. I kiss down her jawline to her throat, nip at the sensitive skin of her collarbone, and run my tongue down to her nipple. She arches her back and then gasps in pain as the movement spears her ribs.
I pull back and look down at her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her eyes are dry. “Try not to move so much.”
“I’m trying.” Her lazy smile is so sexy that the front of my pants grows tighter. “It’s hard not to when your mouth is on me.”
“Try harder.” I lower my lips to her other nipple, lick at the tightly beaded tip, and then blow on it. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Again. I cringe at the memory of her lip between my teeth and the taste of her blood, and my dick hardens, causing a wave of shame to wash over me.
She guides me by the nape back to her breast. “Don’t stop.”
I hide a secret smile against her skin and take my time worshipping her with my mouth. Her gentle breathing turns erratic, and the tiny sounds that fall from her lips fill my ears and fuel my desire for more.
I lick my way back up her body to her mouth, and she kisses me with a hunger that matches my own. She reaches between my legs and grips me over my pants. I rip my lips from hers and hiss as a bolt of pleasure snaps my hips forward. Feels so good. I pop the button of my jeans and free myself for her, needing her bare hand on me more than I need air in my lungs.
My hard-on falls heavy into her palm, and I kiss her deeply while she strokes me. I cover her hand with mine in a silent request for her to move slowly, to draw out the pleasure until it feels more like pain. An erotic punishment that I crave.
I slip my hand into the front of her long johns and behind the barrier of her panties to find her blazing heat and soaked skin. I work one finger inside, and her body shudders beneath me.
Our lips meet, and the kiss is like kerosene to an open flame. Her strokes speed up, and her grip tightens.
“Slower.” I keep an even pace between her legs, holding her off just enough.
“I can’t.” She bites at my mouth and growls against my tongue.
I pull my mouth off hers, and this time she chases me down. I indulge her for one last kiss before pushing up on my knees to get her pants off.
She kicks them off her feet, and my heart thuds heavily behind my ribs at seeing her in a bed of animal pelts bathed in the orange glow of the fire. Her chest rises and falls erratically, and her legs rub together with restless need.
Fuck. There’s no way either of us will be able to go slow. Not tonight.
I push my jeans to my thighs with shaking hands.
“I’m on the shot.”
My gaze snaps to hers.
Her cheeks flush further. “Birth control.”
A condom. Of course, she’s worried about me getting her pregnant. Whatever happens between us on this mountain will stay on this mountain. She doesn’t want to have a living, breathing reminder of me for the rest of her life.
“I’ve also never had sex without a condom before.” I hate that her breathing seems to normalize.
“I haven’t either.” Never even considered it. Until now.
Condom or not, nothing outside of an apocalyptic disaster could keep us from giving in to the wild sexual urgency enveloping us.
She holds her arm out to me. “Then come here.”
I lower myself to her good side, grip her hip, and roll her toward me. Reaching down, I grab her thigh and hike it up over my hip. The liquid heat between her legs brushes the topside of my dick, and I flex my hips in a gentle tease.
She hums. “That feels amazing.”
I continue to move back and forth, stroking her with my