Tender Savage (Siren Publishing Allure) (12 page)

Lying splayed on the pack, she remained where she was, too enervated to do anything else. Eyes slumberous with satisfaction, Eleanor gave a slow, sensuous smile, ready to take whatever Abraham was prepared to give. Kneeling between her open legs and, with his eyes holding hers, Abraham inserted four of his fingers into her soaking pussy and thrust hard and fast. Eleanor gasped as she was stretched to the limit and, easing her bottom into a more comfortable position, raised her legs onto his shoulders, enjoying the good finger-fucking he was bestowing on her. The tension mounted, and with each hard thrust of his fingers, her bottom lifted, until suddenly, she gave a cry and came, sensations fizzing and bubbling along her veins and stirring in her blood. Clenching her internal muscles around his slowly withdrawing fingers, she mewed in disappointment at their loss.

Removing the pack from under Eleanor, Abraham slowly divested himself of his clothing, and then, lying down beside her, he held her close, kissing and caressing her, his lips moving from her eagerly seeking lips to her neck and then gliding across to her throat. He stroked her breasts and, bending his head, paid homage to each perky nipple, flicking them with his tongue, and, drawing each one in turn into his mouth, he sucked gently. Changing position, he knelt above her head and pushed the tip of his cock between her already eagerly opening mouth. She took him in, her tongue dancing around the shaft and her teeth grazing its surface. Adjusting his position, Abraham opened his legs on either side of her head and lowered himself onto his side, taking her with him.

With some manoeuvring, their position became the standard sixty-nine. His head resting lightly between her legs, he reached forward, and widening her pussy lips with a thick finger, he flicked his tongue at her quivering clit. With Eleanor’s head now resting on one of his thighs, he bent the other knee, taking care to avoid her head, and then with gentle force, he urged his cock deeper into her mouth, and with each proceeding thrust, his balls slapped lightly against her face. Abraham’s pelvic hair tickled her neck and the soft curvature of her breasts, the friction aiding the sensations that were swirling and rising in her blood. Eleanor’s hands clutched at his legs, her fingers stroking their way along his thighs to his buttocks, where she grew adventurous and, using a forefinger, gently flicked his balls. Abraham’s thrusts slowed, and raising himself up on an elbow, he left her quivering clit to the attentions of his fingers, and pulling his cock almost out of her mouth, he waited for Eleanor to tilt her head further back in order to take his length. Heavy breathing filled the air as, with a primal groan in answer to her orgasmic shaking, he came, spilling his hot seed onto her tongue.

Rolling off Eleanor and onto his back, Abraham raised an arm to cover his eyes. He’d sworn he’d never touch her again, but once more he’d succumbed. Where was his professionalism? She was all woman, a tantalising wench that enticed with just a glance, but when she stripped naked and was prepared to masturbate for him—that was something else indeed! He stiffened as he felt Eleanor move.

Eleanor sat up, feeling enervated, and every bone in her body felt like quivering jelly. Sex had never been so good, but for Abraham she was prepared to do anything, try anything! She blushed slightly when she recalled just exactly what she had done. Looking down at him as he lay on his back, she felt sexual hunger rise within her. She just couldn’t get enough of him. Three orgasms already and she wanted more, but could Abraham? Would Abraham? She could sense his withdrawal from her already. She knew he was regretting what had happened between them, but she didn’t have much longer with him, and she wanted everything she could get.

Sitting up, she moved over to Abraham and, girding her loins, she sat astride his hips. His cock was still slightly flaccid, but she could already feel it beginning to rise.

Dropping his arm, Abraham stared into her eyes.
She can’t possibly want more!

Raising herself onto her knees, Eleanor reached down and, grabbing hold of his cock, she moved her hand backward and forward, getting him hard again. With his hands on her hips, he aided her mounting, and with a lift of his pelvis, he impaled her onto his cock. God she felt good. He could feel her slick opening, the muscles contracting around his dick, and the soft push of her mound against his loins. Mewing softly, she rode him, hips circling and lifting, the slickness of her sticky, wet pussy inciting their lust.

Pressing down, Eleanor began grinding into him, wanting his cock in as deep as she could, wanting his thrusts to be hard, forceful, possessing. Crying out as the sensations began to swell, she leant back, arms locked and hands on the ground either side of his hips. She pushed down hard. Rocking frantically, she bucked and jerked until she felt his engorged cock expanding even further, filling her, stretching her, and bombarding her G-spot. Wild and abandoned, she was oblivious to all but the sensations rocking her soul, and then with a wild cry, she climaxed. Simultaneously, growling in exaltation of his dominance, Abraham came, sending electricity fizzing and buzzing through her veins and lights exploding in her head.

In the aftermath of passion, Abraham pulled her into his arms and, holding her close, kissed her softly, caressing her curves with gentle hands that soothed and excited at the same time. Snuggled up against him, Eleanor breathed in the scent of him and planted tiny butterfly kisses on his neck.

“Rest now, Eleanor.”

“Abraham…”

“Not now, later, just sleep.”

Morning came, and Eleanor, still lying supine on the ground, felt Abraham rise, and the loss of his warmth left her bereft. She watched, troubled, as he strode off to the river to wash. She felt a certain amount of shame at the things she’d just done and said. Sex before had always been such a clinical, speedy event that had left her unimpressed and unmoved, but with Abraham she wanted to experiment, wanted to linger and enjoy his body and, in turn, enjoy her own. She remembered how delicately he’d held her and how gently he’d kissed her. Surely he must really love her. No one could be that gentle, that thoughtful of her enjoyment without feeling something. Slipping into a light doze, she dreamt of a future with Abraham, a future full of hope, of marriage and children, of growing old together, and of a love that was eternal.

* * * *

Time passed, and eventually Eleanor awoke. She stretched luxuriously. God she felt good
.
Sitting up, she looked around, her eyes sweeping around the camp, finding Abraham. His back was to her, his proud head bent as he busily tended the fire, and she sniffed appreciatively. He was cooking something that smelled delicious.

“You’re awake,” Abraham remarked, swivelling to look at her.

“
Mmm
!” She smiled, stretching again her arms high above her head.

Abraham’s eyes missed nothing, from her glowing skin, the full ripeness of her breasts, and the light hint of purple bruises left from his lovemaking. She smiled again, and his gaze returned to her lips, remembering how they had closed over his cock and how she had sucked deeply…

Clenching his teeth, he willed his cock not to rise and, turning from the hedonistic picture she made, gruffly told her to get a move on as breakfast was almost ready.

Feeling uncertain her smile changed as her lips compressed and she frowned, scrambling to her feet she began gathering up her clothes and set off for the river.

* * * *

Feeling decidedly cleaner and fresher, Eleanor returned to camp. Walking toward Abraham, she felt a little shy, silly really. She grimaced. After all, as she hadn’t held back last night, he had now seen everything. He’d seen how far she’d been prepared to go to get him to make love to her, and to her shame, although she’d been a little surprised at how far she had been prepared to go, she didn’t for one minute regret it.

Taking her makeshift plate filled with fish over to the rucksack, Eleanor sat down, keeping her eyes on her plate in order to avoid eye contact with Abraham, who sat opposite.

“It looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” Eleanor commented, and then wished she hadn’t when Abraham sent her a sardonic look. Stupid! she berated herself.
What a completely brainless thing to say. Of course it’s going to be a nice day. Almost every day in the rain forest is a nice day.

“Huh!”

“Err, what I mean is …”

Abraham lifted a mocking eyebrow.

“Err, nothing.” Eleanor stuffed a huge piece of fish in her mouth just to stop from talking. She always did say the first thing that came into her head.

“Time we were moving.” Abraham rose to his feet and began efficiently packing up camp.

“Abraham.”

Ignoring Eleanor’s whispering his name, Abraham continued with his task.

“Abraham!” she said again, touching his shoulder as he bent to pick up the pack.

Straightening, he looked her steadily in the eyes.

“Eleanor.” He smiled quizzically.

“Umm, well.”

“Just spit it out, Eleanor. We haven’t all day, and we’ve wasted enough time as it is.”

“Err, it’s just—well, can we talk?”

Abraham sighed. “About what exactly?”

“Err, umm, about us, you and me.”

“There is no you and me, Eleanor.”

“But–but there must be, Abraham—I, well, I…”

Dropping his pack, Abraham took hold of Eleanor’s shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. She gazed back. He noticed the uncertainty in her eyes, eyes that looked misty like early morning dew.

“Listen to me carefully, Eleanor. There is no you and me. What we did last night meant absolutely nothing. We had sex, nothing more.”

“But, Abraham…”

“But nothing, it was just sex!”

“No, it can’t have been. It was different, different to the last few times, I mean. It was, well, you know…”

“It was still sex, Eleanor. The only difference was that it was good, honest,
dirty sex
. We experimented, became adventurous, and for the most part enjoyed it. You wanted me inside you, and I, well, I, Eleanor, wanted to fuck your brains out, that was all. That’s all it was. So don’t start imagining it was something more.”

Gasping in hurt, Eleanor, her eyes filling with tears, turned away, lips trembling. Picking up her pack, she held the tears at bay, lifted her chin, and smiled.

“You really are a bastard, aren’t you!”

Abraham smiled grimly. “You’d better believe it.”

Squaring her shoulders, Eleanor, by a feat of will, looked Abraham straight in the eyes. “Best we get a move on then. The sooner we’re back to civilization, the better.”

He stared straight at her as if about to say something, and Eleanor held her breath, a fizz of hope stirring in her breast, but instead he closed his mouth and, jaw tightening, turned away and set the pace for the rest of the day.

Every step out of the jungle was a mental trial for Eleanor, each step toward civilisation painful in that it was taking her that little bit further away from Abraham. She realised that as soon as they reached the city, he would be gone, and with that thought, the pain became so acute she could have fallen to the ground and sobbed out her misery. Blinking furiously, she tried to stem the tears, but they relentlessly ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Lifting an arm, she childishly wiped her nose on the bottom of her shirt. Why hadn’t she listened to him and not got involved. How many times had he told her not to fall for him? But she’d just had to do it. It just wasn’t fair! The tears ran thick and fast, and unable to stem them, Eleanor wallowed in her misery for the next ten minutes.

Eventually all cried out and determined not to blubber anymore, she snuffled into her sleeve. It would just be too awful should Abraham catch her weeping over him. Hadn’t she been humiliated enough? However, as if determined to punish herself even more, her thoughts kept returning to what he had said. How could he have shared such intimacies with her and not felt anything for her, not loved her? Then, like a bolt out of the blue, it occurred to her. Maybe he was married! Why hadn’t she thought of that before? The subject had never come up, but she had somehow just taken it for granted that he was single. Her breath caught. That must be it! He was married, and whereas for her their lovemaking had meant something, for him it was just a fling.

Anger was her only solace now, and she railed against the hand of fate. Why had she taken the job in Manaus? Why did her plane have to crash?
And why, oh why did she have to meet Abraham Savage!

Minutes later, Abraham called a halt. Lifting a hand, he indicated that it was time to stop for a break. Throwing her pack on the floor, she sat on it, looking up in disgust as the heavens opened, and yet another downpour drenched her to the skin. Handing her the water bottle, Abraham waited whilst she took the requisite few sips. Then after handing her a handful of trail mix, he moved to sit on his own pack.

Looking across at Eleanor, Abraham took in her appearance. She was wet, her clothes were sticking to her, and now, as the sun came back out, she began to gently steam under its warming rays. She was chewing the trail mix as if her life depended on it, obviously not tasting a thing but eating mechanically. Her hair was in a disarray, sticks and leaves caught up in its now dirty golden waves. Her arms and legs were dotted in mosquito bites and her face was a picture, covered in dirt and minute little scratches. But it was her eyes that really captured his attention. Her eyes were stormy, her lips turned discontentedly down, and she was scowling at him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her with what he’d said this morning, but he knew she was getting too attached to him, imagining herself in love with him, and that would never do. The work he did was dangerous, and he didn’t want her to be in the firing line when someone took it into their heads to get revenge by going after those he cared about. It was true the sex they had indulged in had been adventurous and—he smiled—stimulating, but love? No, she wasn’t in love with him. She was just mixed up, in love with the action hero that had saved her life.