With his strong hands on her waist, Enoch lifted Madeline until her sheath was poised just above his cock. She could feel its head nestled in the folds at the entrance to her core. Then, thrusting his hands down, he impaled her on his rigid staff, sending Madeline over the edge a second time.
She would have fallen off his lap if he had not been there to hold her. After driving her down onto his cock as far as she could go, Enoch seized her hips and ass in his huge hands and slid her up and down along his hard length. Madeline wasn’t riding him; it was as far from that experience as she could imagine. She may have been on his lap, but he was the one doing the fucking.
Madeline ran her hands up into her hair, glorying in the sheer, raw pleasure of being solidly fucked. The motion of lifting her hands high pushed her bouncing breasts up and outward, and Enoch needed no further invitation. With an animal hunger, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it and nipping at it. Madeline cried out in ecstasy at the sudden sensation and climaxed yet again.
As her pussy clenched along the length of his cock, Enoch titled his head back, his eyes widened, and a look of almost feral intensity came over his face. He pumped Madeline up and down even more savagely, and she could feel Enoch building toward a climax of his own.
“Come for me, woman,” he growled, “comenow!”
Madeline’s body responded like it had a will of its own, and she arched her back as she came one final time. Her pussy clamped down on Enoch’s cock, and she could feel his cum surge into her, his hands tightening on her shuddering body.
Finally, the intensity of the moment passed and left Enoch and Madeline sitting there, still joined to each other, holding each other close. Slowly, their breathing calmed down and became more regular.
Madeline leaned her head down to rest on Enoch’s broad shoulder.It’s been so long.Since her rise to the top of the corporate world, Madeline Marx had been unable to fully let herself go in the company of another person; she had been too guarded, too careful, too calculating. But Enoch…Enoch Immanuel had demanded that she give herself over to him, and such was the man’s fierceness and implacability that she had done so.
Now she sat naked on his lap, Enoch still inside her, one of his hands on her back and the other firmly gripping her well-spanked ass. And somehow, Madeline felt happier and more at peace with herself than she had in a very long time.
Finally, Enoch took a deep breath and seemed to come to a decision. “It’s time we were on our way, before the suns rise much further in the sky,” he observed. “You still need to eat. There is more oatmeal in the pot. I will pack up the camp while you have your meal.”
“That’s it,” Madeline uttered in disbelief. “That’s all you have to say.”
Enoch seemed to briefly struggle with himself then shook his head. “Whatever I might say will not change the fact that the suns are rising, we have ground to cover, and we need to find water,” he explained brusquely. “Eat your food. I’ll pack.”
Madeline held his gaze and said, “Yes, sir,” but there was no warmth in her tone. She climbed off his lap and pulled her clothes on.
What the hell is wrong with you? That was a mistake. Say something!Enoch Immanuel struggled with his emotions, sitting and watching the woman who had uprooted all of his feelings and desires as she pulled on her underwear, her pants, her top.
You handled that poorly.It was undeniable. But just as undeniable were the facts that the day was marching on, and their survival would not take care of itself. No, that was up to his efforts, just as it always was.
He heard the scrape of a spoon against the side of a pot as Madeline ate. Enoch turned to their tent, emptying it, folding and packing its contents, before breaking down the tent itself.
You’ve been just getting by and surviving for too long, old man, if all you can think of after fucking the woman of your dreams is that it’s time to pack up. Something’s not right inside that head of yours.
Enoch powered down the memory canvas of the tent, and straightened up.Huh. You damn well know that things haven’t been right for a very long time. But maybe…he looked at the red-haired woman who sat gingerly on a stone, eating her oatmeal.
Stop dreaming, you fool.
“I’ll need that pot and spoon when you’re done with them,” he said more brusquely than he had intended.
“Done,” Madeline responded curtly, dropping both into his hands. She reached for her pack, swung it on to her shoulders, and adjusted the straps herself. “Ready when you are.”
“One minute,” Enoch all but snapped, folding the tiny tent package and stowing it away with the silver battery and the last components of their cooking set. He shoved the last of their things into his pack, secured it, and set it on his back. “All right. Let’s go.”
Neither uttered a word during the first hour’s hike. Madeline allowed her anger to power her steps for a good while and was pleased with the energy it gave her.
Arrogant, overbearing, insufferable…who does he think he is? Oh, I’m Mister Survival Man, and I know everything…
Except…I would have been in a lot of trouble if I had landed here alone. And, let’s face it, I haven’t had sex like that ever. In my life.
Madeline frowned as her anger competed with her basic honesty. The problem was that when he was talking to her, it was easy to keep the anger going. But when he was silent, the memories of being on his lap—and, if she was honest, over his knee—kept on flooding back, seemingly with more erotic charge every time they passed through her mind.
“Let’s take a break,” grunted Enoch, after an hour had passed. He took a drink from his canteen and watched as Madeline took a drink from hers.
“We’ve made good progress,” he said. “Keep your eyes and ears open for any sign of water. It could make the difference for us.”
Madeline nodded.
For a moment, it looked as if Enoch was going to say something about her lack of speech, but she watched as the broad-chested man took a deep breath and let it out. He waited for another few minutes, his eyes on the mountains, before he announced, “Okay, let’s go.”
