hand. Rubbed them together
and lathered her hair. It smelled of vanilla blossoms. Her eyes met
his. His confusion must have been evident on his face. “Come on
… you know what I mean.” Her eyes looked down at the
water then back at him with a lifted brow. Her phase dawned on him.
Erection … hardened manhood equals raging wood. Fitting.
“You’re taking your Journeyer
namesake to heart with that tattoo,” she said with her eyes
closed. Arka said nothing in response.
She took a few steps back and tipped her head
under the fall of water. The light-yellow triangles covering her
breasts did nothing to hide the pebbled pink buds of her nipples. The
curve and sway of her full breasts left little if anything to the
imagination. Quite possibly the hint of flesh was more titillating
that full nudity. She repeated the process, swapping for the second
bottle in his hand. He envisioned her breasts without the suit when
she leaned back and corrected his thinking. Nude … His “raging
wood” wagged in full agreement. Arka couldn’t help
himself; he swam to her belly and nipped it lightly before quickly
backing away.
Her head snapped up, the instant heat of passion
infused in the deep blue of her eyes stole his breath. She launched
at him, knocking him back in the water, her lips meeting his as they
went under. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and he held her
tight, using the strength in his legs to return them to the surface.
She was fire against him, more fiercely passionate than his dreams
revealed, as if her intent was to devour him whole. His primal male
instinct responded in kind. His long strides took them through the
waterfall to the caved area behind.
Unwilling to risk her back touching a jagged
rock he felt the rock behind her for roughness, never breaking from
the madness of her fiery kiss. Fearing the rocks might hurt her he
pivoted her away from them and used them against his own back to
balance his descent to sit cross-legged on the smooth stones in an
inch of water. The heat of her core radiated through the thin strip
of material separating them. She ground her sex against his, threw
her head back and moaned. As Arka blazed a trail of kisses down her
neck, his hand cupped her breast and she arched her back to meet it.
He brushed his thumb over her peaked nipple, reveling in the mewling
cry from her lips. Her tiny, worn nails dug into his shoulders and
scalp, like she did in his dreams.
“Is this what you want?” He used his
last reserves of control, needing to be sure he wasn’t
overstepping his bounds with her. Enrique was right … Gwen,
though a goddess, was also a woman, with a woman’s passions and
needs.
Gwen bit her bottom, kiss-bruised lip and stood.
Arka thought she meant to walk away—a proposition he would
accept willingly. Instead she untied the strings of her top and it
fell to the inch of water beside him. He ached to lift the weight of
her breast in his hand. She leaned over and they swayed gently. Her
lips brushed his playfully, and when she stood again, the bottoms of
her suit were gone, leaving him at eye level with her femininity,
covered with soft white down and glistening with the moisture of her
arousal. Gracefully she lowered herself to lie beside him, her legs
spread slightly, revealing her answer. The pink petals of her
womanhood unfolded to hint at the treasure within. Her toes teased at
his chest. He felt an intense sense of honor to be chosen by her …
that she desired him.
“This is what I want,” Gwen answered
his question, her voice husky with pent-up passion. The night rain
scent of her arousal filled his lungs.
Using his arms to bear his weight suspended
above her, he found every reassurance possible reflected in her eyes
as his lips touched hers tenderly. Gwen pushed at his chest, stopping
him.
“I’m not fragile, Arka. I can feel
you holding back. Don’t.” To further her point she bit
his bottom lip and sucked it hard into her mouth, igniting his
passion
and lathered her hair. It smelled of vanilla blossoms. Her eyes met
his. His confusion must have been evident on his face. “Come on
… you know what I mean.” Her eyes looked down at the
water then back at him with a lifted brow. Her phase dawned on him.
Erection … hardened manhood equals raging wood. Fitting.
“You’re taking your Journeyer
namesake to heart with that tattoo,” she said with her eyes
closed. Arka said nothing in response.
She took a few steps back and tipped her head
under the fall of water. The light-yellow triangles covering her
breasts did nothing to hide the pebbled pink buds of her nipples. The
curve and sway of her full breasts left little if anything to the
imagination. Quite possibly the hint of flesh was more titillating
that full nudity. She repeated the process, swapping for the second
bottle in his hand. He envisioned her breasts without the suit when
she leaned back and corrected his thinking. Nude … His “raging
wood” wagged in full agreement. Arka couldn’t help
himself; he swam to her belly and nipped it lightly before quickly
backing away.
Her head snapped up, the instant heat of passion
infused in the deep blue of her eyes stole his breath. She launched
at him, knocking him back in the water, her lips meeting his as they
went under. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and he held her
tight, using the strength in his legs to return them to the surface.
She was fire against him, more fiercely passionate than his dreams
revealed, as if her intent was to devour him whole. His primal male
instinct responded in kind. His long strides took them through the
waterfall to the caved area behind.
Unwilling to risk her back touching a jagged
rock he felt the rock behind her for roughness, never breaking from
the madness of her fiery kiss. Fearing the rocks might hurt her he
pivoted her away from them and used them against his own back to
balance his descent to sit cross-legged on the smooth stones in an
inch of water. The heat of her core radiated through the thin strip
of material separating them. She ground her sex against his, threw
her head back and moaned. As Arka blazed a trail of kisses down her
neck, his hand cupped her breast and she arched her back to meet it.
He brushed his thumb over her peaked nipple, reveling in the mewling
cry from her lips. Her tiny, worn nails dug into his shoulders and
scalp, like she did in his dreams.
“Is this what you want?” He used his
last reserves of control, needing to be sure he wasn’t
overstepping his bounds with her. Enrique was right … Gwen,
though a goddess, was also a woman, with a woman’s passions and
needs.
Gwen bit her bottom, kiss-bruised lip and stood.
Arka thought she meant to walk away—a proposition he would
accept willingly. Instead she untied the strings of her top and it
fell to the inch of water beside him. He ached to lift the weight of
her breast in his hand. She leaned over and they swayed gently. Her
lips brushed his playfully, and when she stood again, the bottoms of
her suit were gone, leaving him at eye level with her femininity,
covered with soft white down and glistening with the moisture of her
arousal. Gracefully she lowered herself to lie beside him, her legs
spread slightly, revealing her answer. The pink petals of her
womanhood unfolded to hint at the treasure within. Her toes teased at
his chest. He felt an intense sense of honor to be chosen by her …
that she desired him.
“This is what I want,” Gwen answered
his question, her voice husky with pent-up passion. The night rain
scent of her arousal filled his lungs.
Using his arms to bear his weight suspended
above her, he found every reassurance possible reflected in her eyes
as his lips touched hers tenderly. Gwen pushed at his chest, stopping
him.
“I’m not fragile, Arka. I can feel
you holding back. Don’t.” To further her point she bit
his bottom lip and sucked it hard into her mouth, igniting his
passion
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