Reaching down, I cupped her cheek. “Open wide.”
Her jaw dropped.
Fisting my girth, I guided myself through her lips, and she closed them like a fucking Venus flytrap, sucking me deeper.
My eyes rolled into my head, pleasure shooting like a rocket down to the base of my spine. She shouldn’t have been on her knees. Not on the rocky ground. Not after a full day of hiking. Not tonight.
But I was only a man. I was only a man with the most beautiful woman I’d ever known choking on the length of my dick. Threading my fingers through her hair, I palmed the back of her head and started to thrust.
In and out. Deeper. And deeper.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I cooed, watching my wet cock stretch and disappear into her mouth.
I listened for her stunted breaths, her sputters over the drying crackle of embers. I felt the pulse along the back of her throat every time I hit it.
Without instruction, Lara angled her head. She knew the anatomy. She knew exactly how to take me deeper. And she fuckingdid it. Pleasure wrapped a hard fist around the base of my spine, tightening and tightening—
“Fuck,” I grunted and jerked out of her mouth.
Before she could protest, I hauled her into my arms, lifting her under her knees.
“Don’t you dare take me to the tent,” she murmured, her lips red and swollen from stretching around my length.
My dick pulsed, and I growled, “Not a tent.” Spinning, I set her down in front of the boulder she’d sat on earlier today.
I kept her facing me only long enough to undo the front of her pants. They got to stay intact because they were the only ones she had.
“Lay down,” I ordered and turned her toward the large rock, making sure she laid herself carefully onto the surface, which was still warm from the fire. “Let’s see how wet you are, Tomb Raider. How wild you want me.”
Grabbing a fistful of the waist of her pants, I had them and her underwear down at her ankles in one firm tug. Dropping to my knees, I eyed her swollen folds, her seam slick and dripping in the moonlight.
“God, you kill me with this.” I pressed one finger in deep, and as soon as I heard the catch of her breath, I yanked it out and covered her with my mouth.
On my knees, I tongued her pussy until she whimpered and thrashed and bucked against the rock. Until she soaked my lips and chin and her desire started to run down the rock she lay on.
Until she begged for me like she hadn’t just waited twelve years for me, but waited twelve years to come, too.
She tried to reach for me, and with one hand, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to her lower back.
“Fuck, Lara,” I growled, sucking her clit as my cock started to weep.
She was perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Please, Calder,” she cried, trembling.
“Not yet.” I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked hard, hearing her choked breaths as soon as I released the pressure. “Youpromised me loud. I want to hear you come loud, and then you can take my cock.”
If I’d survive long enough.
Even now, I reached for my throbbing length, jerking it hard in my hand because I needed some relief.
“Yes, Calder ...” she moaned, pushing back against my mouth.
I pushed my tongue through her seam, tasting inside her, and then found her swollen clit again. Sucking hard, I listened for her gasp. Her cry. And then I thrashed the aching bud with my tongue, sending her flying over the edge.
Her scream echoed all the way to the bottom of the ridge—utterly animalistic to anyone and anything that heard it—and the sweet rush of her orgasm flooded my lips.
With a roar, I shot to my feet, my fist continuing to pump my thick cock right up until I fed the fat tip into her entrance. Pure pleasure seared through me as I tunneled into her release. Blinding. Suffocating. The feel of her contracting around my cock the most wild, incredible thing I’d ever felt—I’d ever let myself feel.