“Please tell me you’re ready. I’m so fucking desperate for you, Rose. I don’t think I can wait one more second. But I will. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
His hot length was sliding between her legs, grazing her core with each thrust. His hand was playing her breast like a concert pianist. His teeth and tongue were exquisite torture on her neck and shoulder. His hot breath tickled her ear as he murmured the depths of his need against it.
“I can feel your slick heat against my cock. I’m dying to be inside you. I thought about fucking you the entire hike back. My dick was so hard watching your ass move in those leggings, I could barely walk.”
Her clit pulsed. Flames licked at her thighs and breasts. She needed him inside her. Now.
“Please,” she begged, pushing her core against his hard length.
He thrust between her legs one more time, the tip of his dick pressed so firmly against her clit that she almost came. Then he was gone. She heard sloshing water, and the coarse rope bounced. Her core was empty and yearning. Her clit was throbbing, and the darkness, the waiting, the not knowing when or where he would touch her, fueled the delicious sensual anticipation.
Then he was there, his firm chest against her back. His stone-hard dick pushed against her ass and thighs.
“Open for me,” he commanded.
The words made her quiver. She separated her thighs, cool water flowing between them, quickly replaced by the heat of his dick at her entrance. He thrust. Flame-covered steel filledher, stretched her, and brushed against that precious spot deep within her.
“Yes!”
A thought of the public beach tickled the edge of her mind and was immediately erased by the next thrust. He set a fast pace, almost frantic. Firm fingers tightened around one breast. A calloused hand kneaded her ass. The rope scraped her arms and ribs. She tried to hold on tightly so the strength of his movements didn’t push them over it, but her fingers had no grip. Her arms had no strength. Her mind had no thoughts. All that existed was the mounting fire within her, stoked by each stroke of his dick.
Tension coiled in her abdomen. Her clit throbbed and tingled. She was screaming, begging, but she didn’t know what words were spilling out of her mouth. All she could focus on was that cyclone of need whirling within her, spinning faster and faster with each thrust.
It was too much, and it wasn’t enough.
“I need....I need.”
His hand gripped her hip tighter. His voice, rough with desire, filled her ear. “Tell me what you need, my soft, lovely, precious Rose,” he said slowly, punctuating each endearment with a stroke of his dick.
Lust overwhelmed her natural shyness.
“I need you to touch me.”
“Tell me where,” he demanded as he slowed his pace.
He was torturing her, drawing out her need. He knew what she wanted. Knew she was desperate to come. But he wanted to hear her say it. Her need was so intense, she’d tell him anything.
“My clit. I need you to touch my clit. I want you to feel me come on your dick.”
He growled, the sound deep and feral. Cold water teased her nipple as his hand shifted from her breast to the apex ofher thighs. Between the water and her own wetness, his finger slid easily between her folds, stroking the epicenter of her need. He quickened the pace of his thrusts, matching the speed with which he was circling her clit.
Her thighs quivered. Every muscle in her body grew tighter, tighter, tighter. Molten steel filled her faster and harder. Stubble grazed her back. Deep grunts mixed with her own pleas of “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
“You’re going to make me come,” Aleksei growled into her ear.
Two fingers pressed firmly against her clit, then circled again.
Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.
And they both flew apart.
Chapter Sixteen
Asnake of dread slithered down Aleksei’s spine as they entered the homey cabin. They’d both used the hot water showers near the beach to warm up when they got out of the lake, but Rose’s full lips still had a slightly blue cast. He normally preferred tent camping, but he was grateful she’d rented a modern cabin. He hated the thought of her being cold. As she flipped on the lights, he found the thermostat and ratcheted up the heat while the dogs barked and scampered excitedly around them.
“I’m going to change into clean clothes.” Rose gave him an impish grin as she walked toward her bedroom with Thor at her heels. “It seemed like such a good idea to go in the lake, but I didn’t think about having to put back on my gross, sweaty hiking clothes.”
“I’ll change too,” he said.