Authors: Dawn Ryder
“Do you challenge me like that because you know I find it irresistible? Pushing into my comfort zone to see if I’ll push back, Sabra? It’s a dangerous game. I’m not completely sure how I’ll respond,” he warned.
She choked on a bark of amusement, the sarcastic sort. “I know, but everything about our relationship is extreme. We’re not camping; we’re surviving in the Alaskan wilderness. Even the moment I met you was an extreme one. It makes controlling what I say too hard. But that’s really just an excuse. I don’t want to play some stupid game of making sure I don’t bruise your spirit of bachelor freedom—or whatever it’s called when guys think they’re the only ones who feel cornered.”
He cupped her chin, his hand warm and strong. It was like some sort of electrical connection between them. Her insides started twisting the second he touched her.
“Something about you makes me want to corner you, Sabra.” His eyes flashed with hunger. “It’s dark and damn near uncontrollable.”
He pressed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth and kissed him back. He captured her, slipping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. It gave her the opportunity to stroke his neck and push her fingers into his hair. She ran her tongue across his lower lip, teasing him as she straddled him.
He growled at her, cupping the back of her head and twisting her hair in his fist. The kiss became harder, more demanding as he pressed her mouth open and thrust his tongue inside.
She felt invaded, but it unleashed a wave of excitement that washed all the way through her. There wasn’t a part of her body that didn’t feel it. It left her twisting with anticipation, her clit pulsing with need. He reached down and boldly rubbed her sex.
She jumped, startled by the jolt of sensation that went through her.
“I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes, Sabra.”
“The clothes aren’t what’s wet.”
He yanked his jacket off and spread it over the rock. “I know.”
There was a dark promise in his tone that made her fingers tremble as she began to strip. She got her boots off, but she looked around before lifting her top.
“There’s no one around and I don’t care if I’m wrong.” He stood up and opened her jeans. He stripped them and her underwear down her legs and scooped her up before she realized what he was doing. He settled her on the jacket, pushing her thighs wide.
“The perfect appetizer.”
His breath hit her wet slit. It was almost too much of a contrast. She jerked, unable to control her actions. He pressed her down, his shoulders keeping her thighs spread.
“I’ve never wanted to eat a woman out as much as I do you.” He looked up her body, his eyes glittering with hard purpose. “I think it’s a control issue, but you know something, Sabra? I like it.”
He stroked her slit with one fingertip. Sensation coursed through her, but he had her pressed down, controlled.
And he liked it; she could see that in his dark eyes.
“You’re not sure you’re comfortable with it either,” he continued as he ran his fingertip along the outside edge of her slit. The skin was ultrasensitive, kindling a need to have him make his way to more needy places.
“But I do, and I’m going to make sure you love it.” He drew his fingertip straight down the center of her slit. “In the end.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. It was a last-ditch defense against the vulnerable position he had her in. But her legs spread open easily, shamelessly really. While her pride might protest being spread out in front of a man who was still clothed and dignified, her body was quivering with anticipation.
He toyed with her first, his experience showing through as he stroked the tops of her thighs, running his hands along them and then returning to her knees to stroke her inner thighs.
“Making you come is like an aphrodisiac, and I honestly didn’t believe in such things before meeting you, Sabra.”
He leaned forward, teasing her slit with his warm breath, making her stomach muscles strain as she waited for the first lick.
“But the scent of your arousal turns my thinking completely off. There’s nothing left but the need to taste you.”
“God, I hope so…” The words were torn from her in a raspy tone. She was responding to him, her body a boiling cauldron of need.
He licked her first. One slow swipe of his tongue through the center of her slit. She cried out, almost on the edge of orgasm.
“It’s not going to be that simple, Sabra.” He pressed his finger into her pussy, circling the entrance while she sucked in huge gasps of breath. “I’m not going to let you cut this short.”
He thrust his finger deep inside her, granting her the motion she craved but not the fullness of his penis.
“As I said,” his voice dipped low, “you challenge me.”
She opened her eyes in time to see his attention lowering to her spread sex. It should have struck her as raunchy or lewd, but the sight only served to increase the anticipation tightening her core.
He stretched forward, closing his lips around her clit.
“Oh Christ!”
Her hips bucked, the need to climax becoming an obsession. Even drawing breath paled in compassion. There was nothing but the steady pulling of his lips around her clit. Each suck pushed her closer to the edge. One thrust from his finger would send her over the edge into mindless pleasure, but he denied her that last need.
“Tarak… I need to come!” She strained toward his mouth, desperate for enough pressure to fulfill her hunger.
“You’ll look at me when you do.”
He thrust two fingers up inside her, working them with a firm motion that fed the burning hunger inside her. But without his mouth, her clit didn’t have what it needed. He withheld that pressure until she opened her eyes and looked down her body at him again.
“Very good.”
He was commanding her, dominating her, and her pride wanted to rage, but she was helpless, caught in the grip of need and her knowledge of how good it would feel when he fed her cravings. He was the only one who drove her to such heights and she knew it, couldn’t argue against it.
“Make me come, Tarak.”
She cast the gauntlet down, baring her teeth as she did it. She wanted more than satisfaction from him; she wanted to be taken.
He showed her his teeth, curling his lips back to growl at her.
“Give me your cream, Sabra.”
He massaged her clit again, sucking hard and pumping his fingers in and out of her sheath. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. It was as if her brain simply couldn’t deal with visual input because it was so overwhelmed by what was happening to her lower body.
She let out a thready, hoarse cry. Her spine felt like it might crack as she arched, every muscle so tight it was at snapping point. She was at her limit, pushed to the boundary of sanity and control. Once it all broke, she was tossed into a vortex of pleasure that tumbled her over and over like a stone until every edge was worn smooth.
“That was perfect.”
His voice was full of victory while she felt like a boneless heap. Satisfaction was glowing inside her, but he was still working his fingers in and out of her. It was a soft stroking that completed the moment. Her clit was too sensitive to be touched, but he seemed to know it.
He knew too damned much about her.
It was a frustrating thing because it made her feel off balance and exposed.
But he stood up and stripped, his motions hard and jerky. His cock was swollen and red. “I want to hear that again.”
She licked her dry lips, shivering as he lowered himself over her. “I won’t come again… so soon.”
His lips curved with determination. “Yes you will.”
The first orgasm had left her sopping wet. He groaned as he pressed his length into her. He felt larger, harder than she recalled, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Sabra.”
He pushed her shirt up and lifted her breasts out of the cups of her bra.
“Perfect,” he announced as he placed her thighs over his shoulders and thrust deep. Her breasts jiggled with the motion, gaining a low sound of enjoyment from him. But he lingered inside her, his eyes narrowing to slits as he remained still.
“You’re so damned tight.”
He pulled free, opening his eyes wide to lock gazes with her before thrusting smoothly into her again. He was possessing her, making sure she knew he was setting the pace. He wasn’t content with just thrusting; he pressed against her, making sure he was balls deep inside her before pulling out for the next plunge.
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever needed to dominate.”
She could see the frustration in his eyes, feel it in the way he was holding back his urges. It was almost tangible, the tension making everything that much more intense.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever submitted to.” She stretched her legs out and folded her legs so she could hook her hands around her knees. The position spread her slit wide and kept her from having any range of motion. She was simply his, ready for possession.
“Hell yes!”
He gazed on her like a hungry predator. There was a savage delight flickering in his eyes as he fucked her. His face grew tight, the muscles along his neck cording as he kept the pace slow. It was building a hunger in her again, the slow, hard thrusts awakening her clit.
Her legs began to shake, the effort of remaining still taxing her. They were both covered in sweat, their breathing harsh.
“Give it up to me, Sabra.”
The sun had faded completely, leaving him lit only by firelight in a primitive red and orange glow. The flames danced across his skin with a hypnotic effect. He increased his pace, sending another orgasm rolling through her. This time it was slow and deep, a moan of pure rapture escaping through her clenched teeth.
“That’s right…” He pounded against her, a sound of savage satisfaction coming from him as his cock began to jerk inside her. He didn’t fuck her through it but kept his length lodged inside her as the orgasm went through him. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, squeezing as tight as she could.
“Sabra!” he gasped, and his cock delivered another spurt of hot come deep inside her. “Yes…
yes
!”
It felt as though her heart was going to burst. She lost her grip on him and her knees, every muscle she had, refused to move. She was a quivering mess, grateful for the rock beneath her.
Tarak fell forward, catching his weight just before he landed on top of her. He rolled over, ending up on the bare surface of the rock. Time had no meaning as she caught her breath. It could have been five minutes or an hour; she had no idea.
Tarak finally rolled over and checked the fish. The moment he moved it, the scent teased her nose. The pepper gave it a spicy smell and her belly rumbled.
“Looks like we managed not to burn our dinner,” he announced.
She sat up and reached for her jeans.
“Don’t.”
She looked back at him in confusion.
He stood up and offered her a hand. “Let’s rinse off before it gets too cold.” He’d set the fish on a rack further out from the fire to keep it warm. She took his hand and stood up.
He grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She unhooked the closure of her bra and tossed it down on top of his jacket. He rummaged around in the backpack and pulled something out of it.
“Lightweight backpacking towel.”
He hung it over his shoulder as he grasped her hand and led her down to the water. “Take my advice, just go in.”
He really wasn’t planning on letting her make up her own mind about it either. He trudged right into the water, pulling her behind him as she sputtered at the chill.
“Bastard!” she cursed him. “This is frickin’ ice.”
He pulled her deeper until her butt was covered. “No, it was ice about two days ago.”
“Great. Thanks for letting me know I’m exaggerating.”
He grinned and jumped backward. He landed with a huge splash, sending a wall of water at her. There was enough light coming off the moon to turn him into a silver god when he rose from the water.
“Try it, Sabra. My people used to use water for purification.” He laid back and did a gentle stroke to keep himself afloat. “Right now I feel it working on me.” He opened his eyes and pegged her with a gaze which was far more open than normal. “Do it with me.”
Her legs no longer felt as if they were freezing. “All right.” She jumped forward, swimming out until she was next to him. He captured her hand, his warm fingers encasing hers.
“Dive.”
She held her breath and ducked beneath the surface of the water. It was freezing, but there was something completely soul refreshing about it. When she stood up again, she sighed. The hold on her hand was strong and anchoring. The water was running out of her hair and down her back. Tarak moved in front of her, the uncivilized picture he presented making her breathless.
“You look amazing, Tarak, like an echo from the last century.”
He moved close enough for his heat to touch her. He cupped her face and kissed her. It was a slow meeting of their mouths, tender and something she longed to savor.
“You look like a myth I heard about but lost faith in finding on earth.” He pulled her close and kissed her temple. “You feel like my soul mate.”
She shivered, but it had nothing to do with the water temperature. Her heart was soaking up his words and letting something grow she knew she had no control over.
He drew in a deep breath and led her out of the water. She shivered as she used the towel to dry off and handed it to him.
The granite rock was smooth against her bare feet. She had an odd connection to the land around her as she walked stark naked across the open space to the fire, as if she’d been there before, in another life. It gave meaning to the intensity of her connection with Tarak, the words
soul
mate
offering a strange logic to their relationship.
She had no idea what it meant—only that it felt incredible.
***
A cell phone buzzed while they were eating dinner.
She looked up from her rock plate as Tarak wiped his fingers on the towel and opened a pocket on his vest.