Colette Gale - [The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle Part II]

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Her pulse pounded in her throat, surely audible to him. Then, as if by some instinct, they both turned back to the book. She began to point out more words for him, drawing imaginary lines between the figures to indicate their relationship.  
    “Man. Father. Woman. Mother. Boy. Son.”
    He repeated all of the words, clearly becoming more confident as they went on. It became easier for him to speak the word correctly the first time, and on the very last picture, he actually said it with her.
    “Fam-ly.”  
    Jane looked at him in surprise as shock registered on his own face. Then he smiled with delight, a great, wide beaming grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made a gentle crease along one side of his lips. His eyes danced with triumph and Jane’s mouth went dry. This man….
    She had the overwhelming urge to reach for him, to curl her fingers around that solid warm arm brushing against hers and pull him to her. Pleasure and lust shot in a hot rush down between her legs, and she suddenly felt hot and prickly and aware.
    Zaren stilled for a moment, his slender nostrils lifting, then flaring slightly as if catching a scent on the air. His fingers tightened over the book, shifting it almost imperceptibly, and she felt the muscles in his arm tighten next to hers.
    She was close enough to see the hard pulse pounding in his golden throat, and the faint sheen over his skin. Something warm and male filled the air, the scent of him. Her nipples tightened and heat flushed over her chest, spreading down to where she was already swelling and dampening.
    He held the book in his lap, and Jane reached for it, clumsily. He jolted when she brushed against the rigid cock that rose beneath the book and his loincloth. His mouth tightened, outlined with white tension, and he stared down at the book that now rested more on her lap than his. He even pointed to the drawing of a cat.  
    “Cat,” she said. Puss. Pussy. She swallowed hard. Someone’s pussy is getting wet. Her face was hot. Her breathing unsteady. Her nipples tight and ready.
    “Cat,” he repeated, somehow ignoring the upright pitch in the center of his loincloth.  
    Jane wasn’t looking at the pictures any longer. She pulled the book from his hands and set it on the floor. And then, giving herself no chance to reconsider, she knelt in front of him, between his legs.
    Zaren’s eyes went round with shock, and then dark as his irises sprang wide and black. His body stilled; she’d never felt anyone become so instantly still. He didn’t breathe. She swore even his pulse stopped as she pulled the soft hide away from him. Not a hair quivered, not an eyelash flickered as he looked down at her hands as they settled at the juncture of his thighs, bracketing his turgid cock and tight, hot sac.
    Jane’s mouth watered, and her quim was full and wet to match. She pressed her knees together and felt tiny throbbing pulses of the little pearl in her damp heat. They shuddered up through her body.
    He was magnificent. Everything a man like him should be: thick and hard, a beautiful, ready purple-red, smooth and bulging with veins. Fairly quivering with attention. A shiny drop hung from the tip and Jane leaned forward to swipe it away with a quick, light flick.
    When her tongue touched the salty drop, Zaren gave a low, tortured gasp, and all at once he was alive again. Moving, breathing, his pulse raging through his veins, his skin shivering and his muscles quivering…all of this beneath her hands, against her arms propped on his bent thighs. She heard his expulsion of breath in relief and pleasure and felt a sharp ripple go through him.
    She looked up at him now. His eyes were shining, dark orbs fiercely focused on her…no, on his cock. Still framed by her hands, still proud and turgid and trembling. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted.  
    And then she noticed his fingers. Curled into the edge of the bed, taut and white and rigid, so tight they trembled. The tendons in

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