[Atlantean's Quest 01] The Arrival Read Online Free PDF Page B

morphed into something…familiar, which wasn’t possible, was it? Rachel felt flushed, as if the creature’s eyes were skimming over her body like licking flames, roaming, exploring, and cataloging every square inch of her exposed flesh. Mapping her hidden areas for later exploration.
    Rachel had the urge to dip down in the water, effectively covering herself from its seeking gaze. Her little-used body had other ideas, and her nipples pebbled in response, engorging with blood until they ached.
    A little voice in her head asked. What would Jac do?
    Letting out a haggard breath, she took a tentative step toward shore, exposing her breasts fully. Her skin prickled as the water cascaded down the valley between her voluptuous globes, like a thousand tiny licking caresses.
    Rachel thought she heard a groan, but the roar of the water muffled all sound. She paused, listening, trying to decide just how far she was willing to show herself. After all, she wasn’t sure precisely what or whom she dealt with here.
    A smile curved her full lips as she pictured exactly what her friend Jac would do in this situation. Rachel reached up slowly with her hands and placed her fingers over the tips of her breasts and tugged gently, fondling the peaks.
    A strangled sound came from the darkest part of the jungle. Empowered, she pulled at her nipples, her movements deliberate and sensual, circling them until they marbled. The dusky tips quivered and throbbed with need.
    It’s probably one of the guides, hiding by the trees. Rachel decided to give him a good show, a sort of twisted punishment for spying on her.
    She took another step and the water level dropped to mid-thigh, exposing her pussy. Droplets of water clung to the thick nest of sable hair covering her clit. Rachel reluctantly pulled one hand from her nipple and ran her fingertips over the soft, curving flesh of her waist, straight for the sensitive nub buried beneath her mound. With seduction in mind, she slid her finger over her wet folds and felt her body flush anew with its natural juices.
    Rachel moaned.
    Her breathing hitched. Suddenly she wasn’t just teasing some stranger in the dark. Her body wanted this, needed this, longed for this and knowing someone out there watched only made it more erotic.
    She picked up the rhythm as her body tightened in readiness, her orgasm drawing nearer.
    Rachel took a couple more steps and reached the shore. Her wobbly legs refused to go further. She dropped down on the grassy bank, falling over onto her back, now cushioned by the lush vegetation. One hand pulled at her nipples while the other, slick with pussy juice, continued to work its magic pleasuring her.
    She was hot, needy, and ready.
    Rachel, you’re in a jungle where the nearest worthy candidate for a good fuck is over a thousand miles away, was her last coherent thought before she succumbed to pure sensation.
    Her hips undulated and the muscles in her abdomen bunched as the familiar pleasure-pain started. Blood rushed through her head, deafening the sounds around her, until they faded to a distant hum.
    Faster and faster she stroked her clit as if possessed, wrapped in a world of carnal need. Her legs shook. The tension in her abdomen pulled taut, teetering on the precipice of that elusive peak, ready to plummet to the awaiting bliss.
    A loud moan tore from Rachel’s throat as she came hard. The orgasm slammed into her, washing over her in wave after wave of hot slicing pleasure. Warmth spread through her and out to her limbs, leaving everything tingling. She continued her movements, milking her body, until there was nothing left but afterglow.

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    Eros couldn’t tear his eyes from the woman. Every fiber of his being screamed out to her, demanding her attention. His heated gaze followed her pale hands as they moved over her full breasts, squeezing at the nipples until they protruded like ripe red berries. He had managed to turn off the light and grab her gun before she’d