Page 82 of The Prospector's Only Prospect
“It is,” she said, nudging her mouth against his in invitation.
“Me, too,” he said against her lips, then pressed his wet mouth over hers.
His whiskers were cold and damp, and his hair was the same when she ran her hand to the back of his head, but the rest of her was so hot, she liked it. She loved the way he plundered and consumed and slid his tongue against hers. It really was the best thing she’d ever felt.
His hand massaged her breast until she began to feel lightheaded, as though she was under the water and drowning. She broke away from their kiss to catch her breath, and he dropped his gaze to the button in the middle of her neckline.
She bit her lip and opened it, struggling to coax wet cotton to give up the three little buttons. When he would have nudged the cap sleeve off her shoulder, she held his gaze and started gathering her chemise up to her waist.
He helped her, balancing her to keep her head above water as she pulled it from between the press of their bodies. Her bottom felt the naked brush of his thigh and the steely shape of his erection. Her stomach dipped with excitement. He shifted her so she straddled his thighs, knees pressed wide where they braced on the hard rock he sat upon. Slowly, he gathered the weighted cotton to her waist, then dragged it upward.
She lifted her arms and her chemise landed in a plop against a nearby rock. Her shoulders and arms pimpled at the cold. Her nipples tightened to stung points. She wanted to sink back into the warmth, but Virgil made a noise of protest.
“Let me see,” he said in a rumble, hands skimming over her back and waist, firming on her hips to keep her chest above the water. “You’re so pretty, Marigold.”
He dipped his head, and his mouth encompassed her nipple. The sensation was such a contrast, it sent shivery pleasure up to her scalp. As he suckled and pulled, her thighs tried to close, but she discovered his were in the way.
He moved to taste the other one while his hands drew flat circles on her bottom, clasping handfuls of her cheeks and squeezing, stroking down the backs of her thighs and inward.
Hot water was rushing against her intimate flesh, and Virgil’s touch was an even bolder caress in the same place. His long fingers reached to circle and nudge at her entrance, both daring and teasingly insufficient.
She couldn’t help herself, she arched to invite his prodding touch while hugging his head into her chest, fairly begging for more of his torture of her nipple. Maybe it was the silky water, maybe it was the freedom of bathing naked in the woods, maybe it was his delight in her most libidinous behavior, but she had never felt so wondrously natural.
With a gratified noise, he wrapped his arm around her waist and shifted, slouching and opening his thighs, spreading hers open farther.Nowhe was touching her. Probing. Pressing his thick finger into her sheath while he licked all the way up her neck.
She dropped her mouth over his, dancing with the slow thrust of his touch, sucking on his tongue and stroking her hands all over the straining muscles of his shoulders and flexed tendons in his neck.
She did whatever felt good, and it all felt inordinately good, but it wasn’t enough. Her inner muscles were squeezing tight around his finger, searching fruitlessly for that more piercing, intense sensation.
“I want—” She reached between them, squeezing the thick shape she found.
“Take it. It’s yours.” He withdrew his finger and guided her hip with one hand, held his erection with the other.
As the swollen head of his penis rubbed against her engorged folds, she moaned with need.There.She cupped his velvety crown against the sweet spot, and they thrust against one another a few times, both releasing ragged noises.
Their movements grew more blatant, rubbing and rocking. His tip caught behind her pubic bone, found her entrance, and he steadied her. Hard hands pressed at her hip. In the next heartbeat, he was forging steadily into her.
Their gazes locked. This wasn’t perfect. There was an uncomfortable friction that she remembered from her marriage. A rough rock scraped her knee. She was still half fearful they would somehow plunge under the water and drown together, but there was something deeply gratifying in being joined with Virgil in this deeply intimate way.
His arm slowly clamped across her lower back as he settled in the final inch and sealed them tight. His thick hardness was buried deep inside her, pulsing like a second heartbeat. They were nose to nose, uneven breaths clouding, gazes locked in wonder and earthy pleasure.
He didn’t thrust. Instead, he held her tight as he shifted slightly, as though he couldn’t get close enough or deep enough. They ground together while they kissed, moaning and rubbing their naked chests. She was caressed everywhere—by the movement of the water and his hands sliding over her, playing with her breasts and tickling her spine, stroking her thighs and cradling her nape while he kissed her neck. He sucked her earlobe and said, “You’re going to make me come, squeezing me so tight.”
“I think I’m going to come,” she gasped with startled realization.
“Do it,” he commanded.
She wanted to, so badly. His taut skin and his hairy chest abraded her nipples. His thick sex was lodged hard and deep inside her. She rubbed her pubis against his and licked flagrantly into his mouth, squeezed her knees against his waist, seeking the pinnacle, but it eluded her.
In a swooping move, he shifted so he was over her. His arm braced on a rock behind her head, providing her a pillow with the back of his wrist. His other hand stayed firm at her tailbone, holding her for the pulsing thrusts he gave her.
The edge of a rock dug into the middle of her back, but she had the freedom to strap her arms across his back and dig her heels into his flexing buttocks. As she arched and writhed, the angle changed. His plunging hardness touched a place inside her that felt incredible. She worked herself on him, moaning as the fire in her roared into a ferocious blaze. Her pussy clamped down and glorious release rolled through her.
The waves of pleasure intensified as he withdrew slightly and began to thrust with more vigor. His intrusion rubbed and stimulated and caused the expanding ripples within her to strengthen and continue. To shatter throughout her body, creating a shivery joy that returned again and again as he moved within her. She was completely at sea, losing herself in a floating fog of pure, hedonistic joy. She let all of it sing out of her in moans of agonized delight.
His body tensed. He gave a few deeper, more powerful thrusts, then held himself inside her, gritting his teeth. A feral shout fought its way out of his throat and his sex gave powerful throbs within her. He bucked and clenched and said, “Fuck! Marigold.”
Then there were no discernible words, just them clinging to one another, moaning with ecstasy.
