“I was enjoying myself! I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Babe, I feel great. But I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight. I want your hot, tight body to squeeze me. I want to feel you milk me when you come. Tonight is for both of us. Now, open your legs wider.”
Keil’s hand smoothed over her hip and pressed her body lower to the mattress, exposing her more clearly to his gaze.
“Damn, you are beautiful. Everywhere. Like a flower opening up to me, dew glistening on the petals.” He shifted his body away, letting his fingers dip into her passage. He drew some of her cream up, bringing moisture toward the tight rosebud hidden between her cheeks. She stiffened, trying to wiggle away from the exploring finger that circled, touched. Teased.
“Whoa, I’m not sure about that.”
“Hush. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Someday I’m going to take you in the ass, but not today. Today I’ll show you something special. Trust me.”
His hands were everywhere. Slipping over her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hard needy peaks before swirling over her belly and pressing intimately against her clit. A finger slid inside her, stroked a few times then withdrew, leaving her feeling empty. Then he started all over.
Robyn pressed her hips back, trying to make contact with his body. “No more teasing. I need you. Please.”
Suddenly he was there, skin-to-skin with her, his hard, hot cock against her core. Keil leaned forward and his mouth latched onto her shoulder. He sucked hard, his teeth pressing the skin. He covered the place where he’d marked her earlier, and as he sucked, a bolt of lightning flashed through her and set off an orgasm that she swore shook the cabin.
And the mountain. Possibly the entire territory, but she could be mistaken about that.
Then he surged into her in one smooth motion that set off another explosion that registered on the Richter scale.
Damn, he was good.
Keil set up a smooth pace that buried his entire length deep inside her on every thrust, his balls slamming into her. His hands held her hips firmly and he used them to pull her back even more forcibly onto him as his speed picked up.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the beginning, Robyn. You can’t know how much it turns me on to see you in front of me, spread for my pleasure, your breasts swaying. You’re so hot and wet and tight around me. Your ass is beautiful, smooth and inviting.” He shifted one hand to run over the sensitive nerves of her anus, dipping a finger past the rim even as he continued to pump into her with his cock.
Robyn’s body was on overload. She hadn’t come down from the last climax and every nerve in her body tingled. Her breasts rubbed the sleeping bag every time Keil entered her body. His shaft seemed to grow in size as Keil’s finger pressed even farther into her ass to start a rhythm in time with the thrusts of his cock. The double penetration made her grow wetter than ever as all the sensations drew to another peak. The unending in and out strokes built heat where she thought there was nothing left to burn.
His free hand slipped around her body to touch her clit and she screamed, the wildfire ripping through her consuming every available inch of skin and tissue. Keil’s body slammed into her one last time and she felt the flood of warmth from his release, felt the hard length within her jerk again and again as his hands locked them together.
It was hours later, she was sure of it, before she had enough energy to even draw a breath of air into her lungs. Her body tingled from top to bottom, although she had to admit that the bottom area tingled a bit more than anywhere else.
Keil’s body reluctantly pulled away from her and she mourned the loss. She was resting on the platform trying to catch her breath, head down and butt up in the air, when a soft warm cloth slipped over her. Keil cleaned her up with such a gentle touch she wasn’t even sure he was there the whole time.
He picked her up and held her close as he sat them in front of the fire. She slipped a hand over his jaw and smiled at him. His dark eyes stared down, the heat of passion still, there but something else as well. Something gentle and deep and forever.
Robyn laid her head against Keil’s chest. She swore that she heard his heart beating.
For her.
Only for her.
Chapter 9
The ski out with Keil was a hoot. He didn’t take the straight route down the hills, instead veering off into the trees and making teleturns as often as possible.
Just like Robyn liked to do.
Usually it drove Tad crazy, but here was her mate doing the same insane thing. It felt great, and it was tons of fun to have someone to ski with who didn’t freak out every time she left the main trail.
They made it down to the level of the second lake after an hour. The small hunter’s cabin at the head of the lake was in disrepair but still a great place to stop for a hot drink and a short snack.
They were putting their gear back in their packs and getting ready for the ski across the lake when Robyn threw her arms around Keil and hugged him, hard. She was incredibly happy she could talk with Keil. Usually having to use sign language and read lips made the outward journey disjointed, but she could talk to him anytime.
She wondered how far away from each other they could be and still hear each other.
“What’s up?”
“I love being with you. I love being able to speak into your mind and hear you in mine. I love skiing with you.”
“I love skiing with you too, Robyn. Especially that little trick you have of squealing with delight before skiing over steep embankments.”
Robyn hit him with a hastily formed snowball. “I do not squeal.”
His gaze dropped over her body and heat rolled between them. “You most certainly do squeal. And moan. And make all sorts of other delicious noises. Hell, I’m hard just thinking about it. Wanna fool around?”
“Keil, it’s twenty-five degrees out and we’re in the middle of the forest. Cool your jets.”
The leer he gave her as he reached down and adjusted himself promised some serious torture in the very near future.
“Do you realize how tough it is going to be to travel like this?”
“Put a ski on it. You’ll be the fastest thing on three legs.”
She danced away from him, laughing, and readied for the two-hour journey across the lake.
The snow pack was beautiful. Hard snow covered the surface with a heavy enough dusting of fresh powder to give their skis something to bite into. Once again Keil led the way, setting tracks for Robyn to follow. They continued to talk back and forth to each other easily about nothing in particular, avoiding discussing the pack, the challenge, everything controversial. Robyn enjoyed the rapid pace Keil set, and she was disappointed when he slowed down, glancing into the trees on their right.
“Hey, you getting tired or something?”
“Or something. Keep skiing but reduce your speed. Keep your eyes on my back. Understand?”
“No. We need to pick it up or we’ll be in Haines in a week instead of a day.”
“Are you watching my back?”
Robyn ran her eyes over the solid body in front of her. Her mouth watered at the thought he was all hers.
“Your backside, does that count? Yummy.”
“Glad you think so. Don’t freak out, but I think we’re being shadowed. I count at least four wolves in the trees beside us. Are you still watching me?”