River's Escape (River's End Series, #2) (14 page)

His mouth left that breast and the cool air chilled the wet end, making it ache in a pain that was also very arousing. She almost gasped in protest. She didn’t want him to stop. Never. No. Then his mouth was back on hers. He kept cupping her face and running his hands over her forehead and into her hair using soft, reverent strokes like no one ever did with her. It was soothing. She felt like she was a rare, breakable figurine that he valued and protected. His tenderness was something she never experienced, even at the hands of her parents, and he really knew how to touch her.

But the kissing? Not so gentle or tender. Rather, it was greedy and incessant. She grew almost breathless trying to keep up with the play of his lips over hers, and his tongue’s repetitive entrance and retreat in and out of her mouth. She turned toward him when she thought he was trying to ease away, putting her on her side and he turned onto his. He ran his hands down her body, and grabbed her thigh, which he pulled over his, so he was resting right up against her. However, instead of considering this the critical moment where she usually pulled away and stopped, she pressed her hips against his.

He reciprocated and the pressure made her groan in longing. She was mindless, lost, as their mouths played longer and she strained to be closer to him. So much closer. While her shirt was up around her neck and her breasts fell between them, his hands went from rubbing her butt to playing with her nipples again, and she was soon writhing underneath him.

He somehow got both of his arms around her. She didn’t consciously realize he’d undone her jeans until he slid his hands over the backside of her jeans, peeling them down from her waist. His hands were on her bare butt cheeks and she moaned at the delicious sensation. It felt so good. Incredible. When he squeezed her closer, the warmth from his chest and his hands encased her. She was on fire. She strained towards him, almost frantically now. Moaning, she made all kinds of little, strange sounds she’d never made before.

He kissed her, touched her, pushed on her, and pressed into her, and his hands squeezed her bare flesh. His hand left her butt and slid down around the top of her thigh. He stopped and didn’t move for several minutes while he kissed her more. Finally, he slowly placed his finger at the edge of her panty line. She writhed and moaned, pushing her bottom toward that hand. He pressed under the elastic and his fingertip finally touched her seam. Instantly, the moisture there turned on. She whimpered her need, one she’d never felt before, as he slid a finger along her most private parts.

He was very quiet. Unlike her, moaning, whimpering and full of breathless sighs, he was silent. She didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling. She only knew how he felt against her skin. She cried out when the strange sensations suddenly began to drown her like a giant wave. It engulfed her entire body, not just the spots he was actually touching. It bolted down right into the ends of her toes and fingertips. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head when a release that was so perfect, and so fulfilling erupted into a scream of pleasure from her mouth. She cried, “Oh Ian! Oh Ian! Oh my God!”

She couldn’t comprehend what she said. She was incoherent and could only mutter, but she said his name a lot. His hands left her body and she nearly cried out in protest, falling, as if nearly boneless, to the ground. Her eyes were still tightly shut when she felt his arms reaching above her, and heard the sounds of him fumbling around with a bag or something. Eventually, she lifted her eyelids and barely allowed the shocking, bright afternoon sun to enter her dark, sensuous thought-filled brain. She saw him holding his wallet, which he took from his horn bag before a small, square, foil packet dropped out. He threw the wallet to the side as the packet fell down between them.

Condom.
Her mouth opened to say something, but when he rolled back towards her, and touched his lips on hers again, she actually forgot what she was going to say. She simply fell backwards, fully compliant, and lay on her back. His mouth filled hers again as her hands played in the soft strands of his hair, and his weight pinned her beneath him. She loved how he felt. She stretched out under him and was thrilled to see how easily her body melded with his. She was languid and never felt so fulfilled and exhausted. Her bloodstream seemed to be oxygenated with rainbows and sunlight.

She closed her eyes, feeling nearly mindless, and he stroked the roof of her mouth with his tongue while his hands slid over her skin and inside her jeans again. He lifted her hips easily and managed to shove the jeans all the way down towards her knees. Sitting up, he dislodged her boots from her feet and pants. She should have moved or objected. She should have explained all the reasons why they could not have sex. But when his mouth suckled her breasts, she totally forgot what she was about to deny him. Lifting his head, he used his hand to feather into her hair again. She wiggled under him, waiting, longing, hoping for those huge hands to warm and soothe her skin again, and his tongue to set her on fire. Instead, nothing happened. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her face, studying her. He was observing her. She swallowed as his gaze drifted down to her throat where he dropped a kiss. She sighed and smiled, which he caught as he lifted his head up.

She licked her lips, suddenly unsure of what he was doing, or what she should do next. She lifted the corners of her lips in a tentative smile. His eyes narrowed on hers as he met her gaze. She reached up to move a piece of hair that fell over his forehead when he leaned over her. She was holding her breath, and at a total loss. She did not know what he wanted. Or what this moment represented. Her heart thumped like it could have pounded out of her chest simply from the intensity of his gaze, and the tender look she saw in his eyes. It made her feel like the most desirable, beautiful, adored woman in the world. That moment was the first time she ever felt that way.

He clasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips. When he pressed a kiss on her open, flat palm, her breath caught and her heart flipped over at the gesture. Leaning down, and without a smile, he pressed his lips on hers. It was a soft, totally close-mouthed kiss that almost undid her more than any petting or mauling. Her heart dissolved into a puddle of nerves in her chest.

He kissed a trail of small kisses near her ear before asking, “Do you want to stop?”

Stop? No.
The strange, new feelings were swirling in her stomach again, and tightening around her vagina. She didn’t really know what she wanted, except that she did not want those feelings to stop. She shook her head in mindless abandon. No she didn’t want him to stop. He eased off and she kept her eyes closed. The air was relatively warm, but as soon as Ian was no longer over her, the goose bumps broke out over her skin. She heard his belt buckle and began to writhe on the saddle blanket. He left her waiting, wanting, and losing her mind with the desire that he come back on top of her.

In no time, he wrapped his arms around her again and she felt his body alongside hers. He was thick and big and long. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling unsure of what to do next. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t look at it. It seemed so surreal to her suddenly. She hadn’t had the time to really analyze how she felt now that he was about to enter her.

Her eyes popped open when she felt him moving on top of her. Her legs naturally parted and she eagerly let him settle between her legs. He was there finally. She could feel the heat radiating off his penis and her body was ready to whimper in need. Bending her knees, she rested her heels on the grass and braced herself, very unsure about everything. She shut her eyes tightly and awaited a spearing pain. Instead, he shifted his body and used only two fingers to touch her. Her entire body ached and burned with instantaneous, carnal desire. She sighed and relaxed slightly, opening herself to him. She adored the feelings he was stirring up inside her.
Oh God!
It felt so good again.

His mouthed lowered on hers and his body shifted. She wondered if she should say something, like,
Wait! I’m a virgin; don’t do this
, or
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,
or simply,
Please don’t hurt me,
but when his hips moved, he slid inside her, hard, fast, and deep. She gasped at the stretching, burning sensation that suddenly emanated from her lower half. Her lungs expelled a long rush of oxygen, almost like he pushed the air out of her.

It felt weird. She had no point of reference to describe it. It wasn’t like all those hot, pulsating sensations she had earlier. It was kind of achy, dry, and strange. She was afraid to move. Or even breathe.

He didn’t move for a moment and seemed to catch on that something wasn’t quite normal. Or at least, she assumed he must’ve realized that. She had no idea. None at all to describe exactly what sex felt like.

“Ian…” she whispered softly. It sounded kind of like an apology and kind of like a shocked cry. She wasn’t sure now that she meant to do this. But she certainly did not want to stop him. She should have told him before now. Or even, this moment, when he was already wondering what was wrong with her. Maybe he’d just think she was frigid or something. Maybe he couldn’t really tell.

She had her arms around his neck and he lifted his face so he could look into her eyes. He was very close. Only inches separated their faces. She could feel his breath on her face. She closed her eyes, now completely embarrassed and mortified.

Biting her lips, she mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded weird. He didn’t quite seem to know what was going on.

She shrugged and finally confessed, “It’s my first time.”

He eased out of her, but stayed at the threshold of her entrance. “Really? I had no idea.”

She kept her eyes closed and a new kind of heat filled her body. The mortified kind.

“I mean that; are you okay? I really don’t know how to classify your reaction right now.”

“I’m okay,” she whispered, turning her head away from him. “Please, don’t… stop.”

Did she just whimper that? Did she really want that? Even though her body was feeling weirder than ever, she still wanted more. She felt like she was straining towards something. Or missing something.

He didn’t say anything more as he leaned over and very gently, slid inside her again. He moved easily and slower, kind of letting her body accept him inch-by-inch. She tensed up and seemed stressed, almost preparing for the next stab of pain.

“Relax,” he said kindly into her ear before his lips touched her temple and drifted down towards her mouth. The soft way he had of kissing her made her body respond just the way he wanted. She relaxed more, opening her legs until he was all the way inside her. This time, it wasn’t a painful stab to her, but more like a dull, throbbing sensation.

When he didn’t move for a long moment, she finally drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She mentally commanded her muscles to relax around him, and when she did, she felt the first flutter of something nice. Then she wanted to re-tighten her vaginal muscles back around him. That hungry desire started to gnaw at her again. But it was not nearly as strong as it was for his deft fingers. She nodded her head then, and said, “I’m okay.”

He withdrew his shaft before diving into her again. As he repeated the stroke a few more times, he increased the speed and pressure. It didn’t really get more comfortable, but it ceased being uncomfortable. It still felt so weird to Kailynn. So different from how his hand felt. She expected intercourse to be a replica of that. But this was so different. So very different.

“I think I’m okay now. I think you can do whatever you normally do.”

He face lifted up and a small smile formed on his mouth. “Normally?” She heard the dry tone to his voice. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, starting to suspect he always took what she said at face value. He’d coddle her gently, if she wanted him to; but if she allowed him free rein, he fully intended to do it the way he normally did. He suddenly shifted his hips differently and swirled around to another position. She didn’t expect that, or the strange stab of desire that bolted through her. “Oh!” popped out of her lips before she realized it. She bit her lower lip in an effort to shut up before she sounded like an idiot.

His fingertips gently touched her cheek. “Tell me what you like.”

What she liked? Until an hour ago, she didn’t even like her boobs to be touched, or sucked, or kissed. How could she know what she liked? But when he moved that mysterious way again, and her hips responded of their own volition, she could only whimper. He seemed to take that as something she “liked,” so he did it again and again and again. She finally managed to relax her entire body. She let him fill her up and pull out of her, his hips controlling all the movements in a rhythm she didn’t expect could feel so good. Although still achy and sore, she wanted more. It was confusing to her, but also good. Even though her insides felt like they were rubbed raw.

Suddenly, his hand encircled her waist and his other hand pressed into her lower back. Her body was almost plastered against his when he came with such force, and nothing like the slow, gentle strokes he used at first. She opened her eyes finally. His face was above her, and his eyes were closed with his mouth half opened. She could see the pleasure he felt rippling through his facial muscles. She touched his face because she never knew what it was like to give anyone so much pleasure before. She didn’t even know she could. Although she didn’t quite get to the phenomenal peak of desire she reached earlier, she didn’t expect to like watching him so much. Or the way she felt him holding her next to him as if she were the only thing he ever needed to hold or touch before he died.