Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams (12 page)

He pulled his finger almost out, circling it just inside her opening. “Yes,” she cried out as he inserted another finger and pushed the two of them deep. His thumb lazily began to caress her clitoris and she cried out again, unable to stop herself. Her skin prickled and her breathing became more and more shallow as she began to undulate her hips toward him, working in rhythm with his fingers, pushing them deeper with every inward thrust.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Come for me, Genny. Show me how much you want me to fuck your luscious body.”

Cupping one of her breasts with his free hand, he captured her nipple and lightly pinched it. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deep and pressed his thumb over her clitoris. Hard contractions rocked her and her body jerked as she came. Liquid flowed from her core and onto his hand. He continued the rhythmic movements of both hands until she cried out, begging him to stop. It was too much.

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Gasping for breath, she pulled her hands from between her legs and caught herself before she slumped over. The ground was warm beneath her hands and she curled them into the meadow floor for support.

She jerked and groaned when Garrik removed his hands from her. He caught her chin with one hand and licked her lips until she parted them. His tongue slid inside and he leisurely and thoroughly kissed her. Her head spun. She could barely breathe. But he tasted oh so fine. Hot and male and almost spicy as his tongue stroked against hers.

When he finally pulled away, she sucked air into her starving lungs.

He brought his other hand to her mouth and skimmed his fingers over her lips.

“Taste yourself.” Bringing his own mouth close, he flicked his tongue over his fingers, licking off some of the evidence of her orgasm. “Taste.” Unable to resist, she closed her mouth over the tip of one of his fingers. The taste was unusual, but not unpleasant. Musky and warm, it mixed with the salt from his skin.

She sucked his finger deeper. Garrik groaned and the grip on her chin tightened.

“I can’t wait until that hot, lush mouth is wrapped around my cock, sucking it until I come.” His raw words shot through her like a lightning bolt.

Where moments before she’d felt sated, now she felt an overwhelming need coursing thorough her body. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted Jarmon’s too. Would they taste similar or different? Pulling away from him, she released his fingers and stared down at the bulge of his pants. She reached out and unlaced the ties, pushing the confining fabric aside. His cock sprang free. Long and thick, it rose from its nest of dark curls. The bulbous head was red and fluid seeped from the tip. Her body thrummed with desire and she wondered how it would feel as he thrust in and out of her core.

Licking her lips, she began to lower her head. She’d barely touched the head with her tongue when he jerked her away. “Not this time, Genny,” he gasped, his breathing harsh and heavy. “I’m too close. This time I want to be inside you when we both come.” She scooted closer, trying to climb into his lap, but again he stopped her. “I want to take you from behind.” His chest was heaving with the effort it took to control himself.

“I want you on your hands and knees as I cover you and fuck you from behind. I want to hear the wet smack of my stomach against your ass as I drive my cock deep. I want my balls to slap your pussy.”

She stopped breathing totally as she pictured what he wanted. He came up on his knees and pushed his pants down around his thighs. His cock bobbed toward her and she felt an answering clench in her pussy. Turning, she went up on her hands and knees in front of him. She spread her thighs wide, knowing he could see her wet, pink flesh.

Cream slipped down her inner thighs.

He grabbed her chemise and placed it on the ground in front of her. “Lower your head.” She did and the motion caused her behind to arch higher.

His hands covered the mounds of her bottom, squeezing tight. “You have a gorgeous ass.” He dipped one hand between her legs, coating two fingers with her 62

juices. Slowly, he dragged them up the dark cleft to her behind. She gasped when he massaged the puckered opening. “I want to fuck your bottom too.” She whimpered.

“But that won’t happen today or tomorrow. This is all too new to you. If we were home, there is a salve I could rub on my fingers and cock and inside your ass that would make penetration easy. Not only that, the herbs would heighten your pleasure until you were begging me to fuck you.”

Genny quivered as he pushed the tip of one finger past the tight ring of muscles. Oh gods, he had his finger in her ass. Rather than being appalled, she was aroused. Her mind was spinning with the possibilities. If she could indeed take him into her in that manner, then she could take both men at once. A deep yearning built in her chest—an ache so hard that she almost cried. It would never happen because she wouldn’t be going back with them. Tears pricked her eyes and she swallowed a sob.

Garrik pushed his finger deep, stretching her. It was difficult, but not painful. His other hand began to stroke the folds of her sex, lightly caressing her swollen clitoris. She found herself automatically pushing her hips back toward him, wanting more. The action drove his finger deeper into her.

He eased his finger almost all the way out. She tensed when she sensed him pushing a second finger inside. “I can’t,” she panted, even as she pushed her bottom back against him.

“You can.” He leaned down and nipped her bottom and then licked the sting away.

“Just relax.”

He had the tips of the two fingers just inside. It was uncomfortable, but she forced herself to try to relax. Garrik stroked a finger into her pussy and began to slowly drag it over the top wall of her sheath as he pulled it out. Her body clenched hard and then released. He shoved the two fingers in her ass deeper. Pleasure warred with pain as her body accepted this newest invasion.

She was on the edge of coming again, could feel the erotic tension gathering in her lower body. Her breath was coming in hard pants and she rested her forehead against her chemise, focusing on trying to breathe.

Garrik slowly removed his fingers from her behind. Instead of relief, she cried out at the loss. “That’s enough for this time. But soon…” She wanted to argue the point, but he was already scooting between her thighs, his hips spreading them wider as he made a place for himself. The head of his cock slid inside her opening. “Garrik,” she moaned. She needed all of him. Now. She was wound tight, perched on the edge of orgasm.

He leaned over her, covering her back with his chest. His hands cupped her breasts as he suddenly shoved his cock deep. Her entire body clenched and she cried out. Yes!

This was what she wanted. Needed.

“More,” she urged. “Harder.”

Garrik wasted no time in pulling back and thrusting again. His grip on her breasts kept her from sliding forward. True to his word, he fucked her hard, the smack of his 63

stomach against her ass loud and arousing. She felt his balls slap the sensitive folds of her pussy with every deep plunge.

Digging her fingers into the dirt, she hung on as he drove harder and deeper. Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed at an increasing pace. She gulped in air as Garrik pounded into her from behind. He jerked upward, his cock buried to the hilt as he pulled her back hard against him. She felt his hot cum flood into her and it set off her own orgasm.

Her hot, damp channel milked his cock as they both cried out. She would have been flat on the ground if it weren’t for Garrik’s hands holding her up. Her arms and legs trembled as her body spasmed with pleasure.

He grunted as he pulled out of her and collapsed on the ground beside her. As soon as his hands left her, she crumpled. She lay there, her face on her chemise, her body on the dirt and grass. When she finally caught her breath, she opened her eyes. Garrik was lying next to her, his eyes closed. He looked younger and more at peace than he had since she’d first met him. As if he sensed her watching him, he opened one eye. A slow smile spread on his face. “You look totally debauched.” She giggled. “You should see yourself.” His pants were down around his knees and he still had his boots on. She was still wearing her own boots for that matter.

The blazing afternoon sun began to make her skin feel hot and prickly.

Uncomfortable, she rolled over on her back and threw an arm over her eyes to protect them from the harsh rays. “I’m going to have a sunburn,” she grumbled.

Garrik swore and surged to his feet instantly. She shifted her arm and squinted up at him in time to watch him yank his pants up and quickly lace them. Reaching down, he scooped her into his arms and moved her into the shade of a tree. When he was sure she was steady on her feet, he went back for her chemise. Shaking it out, he brought it to her and slipped the thin garment onto her body. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought that your skin hasn’t been exposed to the sun the way mine has.”

“It’s okay.” Her back and shoulders were beginning to feel tight and prickly. Her face didn’t feel much better either.

He quickly buckled his sword around his waist, shoved her dress in the pack and slung it over his shoulder. “Are you okay to walk? We’re not too far from camp.”

“We’re not?” She was surprised, considering how long they’d been walking today.

Garrik smiled, his blue eyes softening as he dropped a soft kiss on her lips. She sighed, wanting it to continue, but he’d already pulled away. “We’ve walked in a large circle for the most part. I didn’t want to take you too far.” His smile faded, his expression growing serious. “Thank you, Genny. What you gave me was an incredible gift.”

Uncomfortable beneath his intense scrutiny, she looked down at her feet. “You’re welcome. Thank you.” The words were woefully inadequate to express what she felt, but it was the best she could come up with. She didn’t want to closely examine her 64

feelings. Right now, she was hot, sticky and uncomfortable and wanted to soak in the cool water of the river.

She sensed that Garrik wanted to say more, but he held back. Heaving a sigh, he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, took her hand and began to lead her back toward camp.

“Take me to the river.” She yearned to be by herself and she knew that the river was the one place they would let her go alone.

His fingers tightened on hers and then she could feel him force himself to relax his grip. “The river.” There was a grim edge to his voice. She didn’t know what he was thinking, but if his thoughts were as tumultuous as her own, then she certainly understood. Her world had changed so much in the past week. She needed some time alone to try to sort things out.

They journeyed through the woods in silence. This time, however, the silence was not a comfortable one, but charged with an emotion that Genny couldn’t place. She felt restless and uneasy.

Garrik didn’t speak as he led her to her spot in the river a short while later. He stood staring at her for the longest time before he jerked her into his arms, hugging her tight. “I won’t let you leave us.” His pledge thrilled her at the same time it made her heart pound with dread. As much as she wanted to stay, she knew she had to go. Soon.

Tomorrow evening.

He didn’t want or expect a reply. Releasing her, he spun around and stalked off toward camp. “Don’t be long.”

She watched the forest swallow him up. Sighing, she stripped off her chemise and boots and waded into the river. She knew that if she didn’t hurry, either Garrik or Jarmon would come for her. Lying back in the cooling water, she allowed it to soothe her battered body and her ragged emotions.

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A soak in the cool river water had helped soothe some of Genny’s aches. She was still sore between her thighs, which wasn’t surprising considering all the sexual activity she’d indulged in today. Her back stung and she could only assume that it was as red as the tops of her shoulders. She pulled her chemise back on, knowing she wouldn’t be able to bear the heavier fabric of her dress resting against her abused flesh. She’d definitely gotten too much sun on an area that had never been exposed before.

It would be easy for her to gather some leaves and make a poultice to help ease her sunburn, except that she was supposed to be a stranger here. She wasn’t supposed to know anything about the various plants that grew here or their medicinal properties.

Too bad, because she’d seen several kinds that could have relieved the worst of the heat and pain. There was no help for it—she’d just have to suck it up and live with the sting.

It was going to be a long night.

Donning her boots, she strolled back to the campsite. She wanted to spend time with both men, but was embarrassed about facing them after today. Not all the redness on her face was due to the sun. She could feel the heat on her cheeks every time she thought about this morning at the river or this afternoon at the meadow. She’d waited a long time to give up her virginity and take a lover, but she’d certainly made up for lost time today.

Both men looked up when she stepped into the small clearing where they’d set up their bedrolls. The smell of cooking fish wafted on the air. Luckily for her, it seemed as if Jarmon had gone fishing today. If they’d had to depend on what she and Garrik had caught for their supper, they’d be going hungry tonight.

Garrik motioned her close to the fire. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” She carefully lowered herself to the ground, trying not to wince.

“You are not fine.” Jarmon scowled at his brother and strode over to crouch beside her. His frown deepened as he examined her nose and her shoulders. He laid his hand gently on the top of her back and she jerked away, unable to stop herself. “Your back is sunburnt.” His tone was accusatory.

“So it is.” She shifted so that her back was turned away from him. “I didn’t do it on purpose and it’s not your problem.” She didn’t know why he was so angry. It was her back that was stinging, not his.

“I know it is not your fault.” He shot his brother a hard stare before rising and stalking into the woods.