Her hips jerked at the onslaught of immeasurable pleasure. Her hands fisted against his restraining her. Colt fingered her sex, stroking and tormenting her, watching her reaction as he drove her wild. He lowered his mouth and tongued a nipple before sucking the taut bud into the hot cavern of his mouth. His hot gaze remained steady as he penetrated her sheath, thrusting two digits inside and making her writhe.
She was helpless against the storm of desire, rocking her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. She panted as he loved her. Her moans filled the cabin. When he bit down on her swollen bud and plunged his fingers deep in her sheath, she climaxed and came apart at the seams.
“Colt,” she moaned. Her pussy clenched and rippled around his thrusting fingers. Bliss flooded her system, making her languid.
She whimpered as he withdrew her fingers from her sex. He all but ripped his shirt off, exposing the acres of his chest. Her fingers itched to trace the lines of his six pack and rock-hard pecs. She started to reach for him, now that her hands were free. But the cowboy had other ideas. Colt turned her body over, tugged the robe the rest of the way off, and positioned her on her hands and knees with her bottom towards him.
At the sound of his zipper lowering, she bit her lip, and lifted her hips in silent invitation. The crown of his cock pressed against her sex, inserting the tip inside. Hands gripped her hips. He held still. What was he waiting for?
“Take me. Please Colt, I need you inside me,” she pleaded, panting.
He plunged, invading her sheath until his cock filled her up to the point where she overflowed with his length. His cock was huge and stretched her sensitive tissues to where it walked the line of pain. Victory sang through her body.
Colt established a furious pace as he stroked hard and deep, over and over. His balls slapped against her swollen clit, adding to the bliss. She gripped the floor, and rocked her hips, meeting his tantalizingly forceful thrusts. But she craved more.
“Harder,” she demanded on a groan.
Colt grunted, and his thrusts turned brutal—punishing even. He pounded her channel with a depraved rigor, their sex akin to an animalistic mating. Hard echoes of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cabin. Her panted moans were garbled as he plowed his cock in short brutal digs. He crowded her until his chest pressed against her back. The force of their mating drove her body to the floor, with Colt pumping furiously.
His hand clutched her throat, his breaths harsh groans as he rammed his cock again and again into her weeping channel.
“Colt,” she sobbed his name at the sinful pleasure invading her system.
He slammed home. Avery splintered like glass shattering into millions of pieces as she came, long and hard. “Oh, Colt.”
Her body melted at the shockwaves of ecstasy overpowering her body. Colt’s cock jolted as he came, pouring hot jets inside her, filling her up and causing aftershocks that left her moaning.
Colt lay there a moment, their heartbeats hammering and their breathing ragged. Avery knew it had never been like this before. She was no stranger to sex. Her colleagues considered her a free spirit. Throughout her life, she had never been prudish or denied herself when it came to sex. It was fun, freeing and, with the right partner, an enjoyable way to pass the time. But this, with Colt, was beyond all the rest.
He shifted, withdrew from her body, and rolled onto his back at her side. She turned towards him. His pants were about his knees, he had an arm tossed over his head, his eyes closed, and she experienced a secret thrill at the sublime satisfaction on his face.
Leaning down with her gaze trained on his face, she swiped her tongue across the flat disk of his nipple. He lifted a lid and said gruffly, “I need a minute if you’re wanting to go again.”
“Well then you can just lie there and let me play with you.”
“We should probably move this into the bed,” he murmured in a low voice.
“We will, eventually, but right this second, I’m going to have my merry way with you.”
“You didn’t already?”
“What can I say? You bring it out of me, cowboy.”
“At the rate we’re going, we’ll kill each other,” he murmured.
“Yeah, but what a way to go.” She closed her mouth around the beaded point of his nipple.
He lowered his gaze with a hiss. “Fire away, babe, fire away.”
Avery shot him a saucy grin, thrilled at the all-access pass she’d been given to treat his body like her own personal playground and making it her mission to have him writhing beneath her, to explore every inch of his flesh, and ride her cowboy until they were too spent to move.
This trip was turning out to be the best one she’d had in years, and it was all due to her sexy cowboy.
3
The next day, Avery set off dressed in her favorite gray hiking boots and lucky blue jeans. Both had holes in them, but she always had good things happen to her when she wore them. And after last night, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to add to her luck because who knew, perhaps Colt would return?
Her belly fluttered at the thought of the previous night’s excesses.
She had her red backpack strapped on, chock full of essential items she might need, including water, one of her last remaining protein bars, the air horn, a small first aid kit, an electronic compass, and a backup traditional compass in case she lost or broke the electronic one, a digital camera, her satellite phone, and her cell phone even though the cell received poor reception out here.
Today, she figured on stretching her legs, and getting a bit more of the lay of the land. Avery enjoyed being outdoors, and since nature had forced her inside for the better part of the last twenty-four hours, the fresh air would do her body good, along with the exercise.
Not that she hadn’t gotten any exercise in the last twenty-four hours, because she had—in spades.
Who knew that cowboys had that kind of stamina? Or perhaps it was because he worked outside, and the physical labor demanded of his body had given him mastery over his form that he converted into sexual endurance. If she had time, when she returned to the cabin, she was going to have to research more of what it meant, him being a Dominant. All she did know was that there were muscles in her body she hadn’t even realized she had that were sore, and she felt magnificent. The hike would stretch out all the kinks. Although she doubted it would do anything about the chafing between her thighs.
That wasn’t to say on her adventures around the globe Avery hadn’t taken lovers and enjoyed them fully, because she had, plenty of times. In her philosophy, life was meant to be lived with passion and verve. And it was the chances one didn’t take that ended up as regrets later on.
But in all her wanderings, there had never been a man quite like her cowboy, Colt. Darkly sensual, deliciously domineering, all wrapped up in a manly package that simply oozed alpha. And with a body that seemed to have been hewn from the nearby mountains. She had explored every inch of that man last night like he was a science mystery that needed deciphering. And boy did the man have a lot of inches.
He had screwed her brainless, multiple times, until her bones had simply melted and her body stopped functioning. It had been the most scorching, erotic night of her life. He’d even woken her up this morning before he left—the light outside had been that gray in between night and day light—so they could have a quickie before he left the cabin. She’d climaxed before she was fully awake. The man was sin personified, and seemed to have an inherent carnal knowledge with the ability to make her purr in delight. She pressed a hand to her belly. She wanted more time with the sexy cowboy, more than a single night.