backside
against her hips, and she angled her body until those mounds pressed into the cradle
of her groin. Of course, that necessitated her laying a hand on his upper arm
for balance, and her face pressed between his shoulder blades.
“What are you doing?” The pillow muffled his voice.
Josie stopped shuffling, realizing she’d been pawing him.
“Nothing, just getting comfortable.” Instinct told her to pull away and roll
back to her side of the tent. Bane’s muscles felt stiff under her fingers. But
she didn’t want to let go.
“I only have so much self-control, babe.” He began rolling
her direction, and Josie scooted back to avoid getting squashed. When his gaze
fell on hers, it looked darker, and infinitely more scary than usual. “If you
don’t want a repeat performance of earlier, you’ll keep some distance.” His
look dared her to argue, demanded she slink to her corner and cower.
Well, Josie had done enough of that with Adam. “If you just
explained to me what you were trying to do…” Her voice rose and she struggled
to find the right words, but Bane’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. He
dragged her hand to the juncture of his thighs and pressed her palm to the
ridge along his fly. Only this time she knew what lay beneath, and what he
meant to do with it.
Bane held her hand steady and rubbed his groin against it
with a hard look in his eyes, and Josie understood—he wanted what she’d
experienced. Her heart leapt in understanding, and at the idea that she could
give another being such sensation as she’d felt.
Yet the part in her hand was thick, long and so hard she
imagined it must be filled with bone. “Bane…” She spoke in a steady voice,
knowing he was about to break in some way. “I don’t know what to do.”
His eyes closed at the next forward thrust of his hips.
“That feels good.” She experimented by gripping a little tighter through his
pants, and his mouth opened. She lifted her head and placed her lips on his. He
tasted soft and sweet and when he groaned again, she joined him, her own senses
rising in time with his.
Her mind spun with how to make it better for him, and her
fingers walked up to the fastening of his pants. Bane hissed into her mouth and
drew his hips back when she struggled to unzip his fly. He reached to help her
and Josie gasped in surprise when a hot weight jerked into her fist. The skin
felt like silk stretched taut over stone. Josie trailed her eyes down Bane’s
body, past the lifted t-shirt revealing ridges of muscles and shiny scars,
along the path of brownish-blond hair on his belly, to the appendage jutting
from between his legs.
It was thick as her wrist and twined with bluish veins. Its
reddish cap seeped clear fluid, and she passed her thumb through the moisture.
“Fuck, babe.” Bane reached a hand down to cover hers. He
clamped down hard and stroked her fist up his shaft. “Any chance you’d go down
on me?”
At that moment she might do anything, if she could only
understand what he asked. “What do you want me to do?” Her voice came out soft,
husky. It didn’t surprise her when he moaned at the sound.
“Put it in your mouth.”
Josie observed the body part in her hand and wondered how it
would fit in her mouth. But a warring curiosity wondered what it would taste
like. Still passing her hand up and down his member, Josie gave him a little
smile and rolled her eyes. “Well, since you explained what you meant…”
Chapter Six
Bane focused his thoughts on the beatific expression on
Josie’s face as she observed his cock from her position between his legs. He’d
rolled to his back and she’d taken up residence between his thighs, still
jerking him between her small, white hands. When her lips stretched wide to
accommodate the cap, he nearly shot right in her mouth. But he blocked the
thought before she could see it.
“Am I doing this right?” she rasped wetly against his head.
The fingers of one hand feathered
against her hips, and she angled her body until those mounds pressed into the cradle
of her groin. Of course, that necessitated her laying a hand on his upper arm
for balance, and her face pressed between his shoulder blades.
“What are you doing?” The pillow muffled his voice.
Josie stopped shuffling, realizing she’d been pawing him.
“Nothing, just getting comfortable.” Instinct told her to pull away and roll
back to her side of the tent. Bane’s muscles felt stiff under her fingers. But
she didn’t want to let go.
“I only have so much self-control, babe.” He began rolling
her direction, and Josie scooted back to avoid getting squashed. When his gaze
fell on hers, it looked darker, and infinitely more scary than usual. “If you
don’t want a repeat performance of earlier, you’ll keep some distance.” His
look dared her to argue, demanded she slink to her corner and cower.
Well, Josie had done enough of that with Adam. “If you just
explained to me what you were trying to do…” Her voice rose and she struggled
to find the right words, but Bane’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. He
dragged her hand to the juncture of his thighs and pressed her palm to the
ridge along his fly. Only this time she knew what lay beneath, and what he
meant to do with it.
Bane held her hand steady and rubbed his groin against it
with a hard look in his eyes, and Josie understood—he wanted what she’d
experienced. Her heart leapt in understanding, and at the idea that she could
give another being such sensation as she’d felt.
Yet the part in her hand was thick, long and so hard she
imagined it must be filled with bone. “Bane…” She spoke in a steady voice,
knowing he was about to break in some way. “I don’t know what to do.”
His eyes closed at the next forward thrust of his hips.
“That feels good.” She experimented by gripping a little tighter through his
pants, and his mouth opened. She lifted her head and placed her lips on his. He
tasted soft and sweet and when he groaned again, she joined him, her own senses
rising in time with his.
Her mind spun with how to make it better for him, and her
fingers walked up to the fastening of his pants. Bane hissed into her mouth and
drew his hips back when she struggled to unzip his fly. He reached to help her
and Josie gasped in surprise when a hot weight jerked into her fist. The skin
felt like silk stretched taut over stone. Josie trailed her eyes down Bane’s
body, past the lifted t-shirt revealing ridges of muscles and shiny scars,
along the path of brownish-blond hair on his belly, to the appendage jutting
from between his legs.
It was thick as her wrist and twined with bluish veins. Its
reddish cap seeped clear fluid, and she passed her thumb through the moisture.
“Fuck, babe.” Bane reached a hand down to cover hers. He
clamped down hard and stroked her fist up his shaft. “Any chance you’d go down
on me?”
At that moment she might do anything, if she could only
understand what he asked. “What do you want me to do?” Her voice came out soft,
husky. It didn’t surprise her when he moaned at the sound.
“Put it in your mouth.”
Josie observed the body part in her hand and wondered how it
would fit in her mouth. But a warring curiosity wondered what it would taste
like. Still passing her hand up and down his member, Josie gave him a little
smile and rolled her eyes. “Well, since you explained what you meant…”
Chapter Six
Bane focused his thoughts on the beatific expression on
Josie’s face as she observed his cock from her position between his legs. He’d
rolled to his back and she’d taken up residence between his thighs, still
jerking him between her small, white hands. When her lips stretched wide to
accommodate the cap, he nearly shot right in her mouth. But he blocked the
thought before she could see it.
“Am I doing this right?” she rasped wetly against his head.
The fingers of one hand feathered
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