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hands up his belly under
his shirt, exploring his body--and sometimes simply clutching him
as his slowly gliding mouth found a spot that sent tingles through
her. Here, at her neck; here, at her nape; here, his tongue
circling her nipple hard before he drew it into his mouth for long,
lazy suckling.
    She was sore and trembling
before he switched breasts, his head half hidden under the
coverlet. She sobbed gently with desire and shimmied the slip
downward, puddling the fabric down over her hips. He grasped it and
pulled it down further, and she arched her back to help, until she
lay naked under him, her whole body awakened now and her belly
fluttering.
    His hands slid over her,
exploring every inch of her skin, leading the way for his mouth’s
attentions. He was hidden under the comforters, and she couldn’t
quite see where he would move to next. Here, her breast; here, her
belly; then the curve of her hip where her thigh met it; then,
pulling her thighs open, her inner thigh. And then his warm breath
blew over the sparse curls of her sex, and she gasped and stared
wide-eyed at the ceiling, almost afraid to move.
    He parted her with his
fingers, gently brushing their smooth tips along her folds...and
then followed with his lazily-exploring tongue. A harsh cry escaped
her and her hips lifted reflexively, the air turning to fire in her
lungs. He kept at her, so slow, almost lazy, his tongue lapping and
swirling against her most sensitive flesh while her cries rose
until they echoed off the ceiling. And still he teased at her,
refusing to speed his movements and let her climax.
    She sobbed his name,
drugged with pleasure, her hands in his hair and sliding over his
shoulders, her body slowly, slowly growing taut with tension
waiting for release. Her head lolled back on the pillow, and she
heard her cries go harsh and incoherent. And still he wouldn’t let
her go over the edge, pulling back as she went up on her
heels.
    She collapsed back to the
mattress, writhing and twisted, unfulfilled and yet wild with
pleasure and happiness. He wanted her. He was covering her with
kisses, and up he came now from under the comforter, sitting up to
tear off his shirt and kick the thermal pants off, eyes wild with
lust.
     
    He crouched over her, and
she whimpered and parted her legs for him, her voice rising in an
almost-plea as she felt his erection slide against her thighs and
then push insistently against her sex. Her hips lifted...and he
slid into her, a long groan of relief and hunger turning into a
harsh shout as he sank in completely.
    He tried to go slowly, but
his body wouldn’t cooperate any more. He hunched and shoved against
her, his hips rolling faster and faster, using a little too much of
his strength, pressing her into the mattress and making her sob for
air. His breath was all shuddering gasps, as if he was struggling
to keep quiet and in control.
    She wanted it to last
forever. But her body was already tightening around him, and she
raked her fingers over his back and raised her hips to meet him
again and again as he groaned and panted and pounded into
her.
    She heard her own voice
rising in desperate cries, counterpointed by his muffled
groans--and then her nerve endings caught up and her climax roared
over her in a series of waves. She wailed, nails digging into the
skin of his back as he slammed his hips against her. And then he
arched his back and shuddered against her, body pushed against hers
and his member spasming inside of her. He cried out her name...and
then caught himself on his arms before he could collapse over
her.
    She came back to herself
to see him staring down at her in the moonlight, his eyes bright
and his hair askew. She reached up to smooth his hair and caressed
his face softly. He smiled lazily and leaned down to kiss her.
“That was almost worth getting stranded up here....”
    “Yes,” she murmured
against his lips. “Yes it was.”

Chapter 7: Rescued
    T hey made love twice more before dawn