He couldn’t have pulled away even if he’d wanted to, too eager for more.
‘Can I taste you, sweetheart?’ he asked.
‘I haven’t had time to shower since this morning.’
At her blush, he bit down on a grin. As though that would deter him. The sweat between her legs would only make this more enjoyable – for both of them. He wanted to lick her clean until that salt and sugar and earthiness was all over him, inside of him. ‘Good. I want you exactly as you are.’
She shifted. ‘I’m too hot for this.’
‘Aye, you are,’ he agreed, licking over her sore thighs again.
She repeated his name, her groan equal parts pleasure and discomfort. He couldn’t have that.
With that freezer pack by his feet, an idea came to him. He’d watched her pack a bottle of ice cubes for their lemonade back in the kitchen, and his hands closed around it now, the cool damp providing respite for his clammy palms.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked as he unscrewed the lid.
‘Cooling you down.’ He tipped a cube into his palm, a zap of cold awakening his senses. He couldn’t wait to get under the falls later, but he wanted, needed, her first – and this would be far more fun.
He was proven right when he dragged the ice cube over her stretch marks and she gulped, breath stuttering in her throat.
‘Better?’ he questioned.
She parted her legs a hair further, all the confirmation he needed. He played like that around her thighs, leaving trails of cool water behind, until the cube was too small to hold without slipping,and then tugged her shorts and underwear down finally. At the sight of her already soaked, his cock lurched with new desperation. He’d been so engrossed by her that he hadn’t realised he was hard, but now that want stretched into something painfully taut.
It would have to wait. This was about her, and no amount of lust would overpower his desire to please her first. This obsession, it turned out, spurred a new generosity in him, every moan providing more fuel. He would only be truly satiated when she was coming against his mouth. He wouldn’t rush it. He’d soak up every drop it took to get her there.
Licking his lips, he retrieved a fresh ice cube, fingers dripping and pink as he took it, carefully, to the dark hair below her pubic bone. Another sharp gasp, another jut of her hips.
He lowered, opening her up with his free hand so that he could press the ice to her clit. Arousal glistened all over her pink folds, and he saw her opening clench when hot met cold. It might have been the hottest thing he’d ever seen. More when she rocked herself over his fingers, allowing that wetness to spread. It was difficult to keep the ice from slipping as he worked it over her again and again, exploring every corner of her pussy in an effort to memorise her reactions.
‘It feels…’ she murmured, trailing off for a moment before finishing, ‘so good.’
When the ice dropped, she keened. ‘More.’
‘Yes, chef,’ he replied, using the new ice cube to circle her clit.
‘Fuck, Struan.’ Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, T-shirt bunching in her hands.
‘You’re so pretty for me. Jesus, Rae, you’re ruining me.’ For anyone else, because nobody could look this breathtaking on his fingers. Nobody could listen and respond to his own movements so thoroughly. He would do anything for her if it meant watching her blossom into something made from pleasure and desperation, and a calm he never usually saw in her. It was a privilege to be able to drive her usual tension away, to see her relaxed and peaceful. Just him and her, cocooned in sunshine and forest, the cool spray of the falls – and each other.
He teased her entrance with the ice cube, desperate to see that clench again. His own cock twitched in tandem as though it hadn’t yet realised he wasn’t already inside her. As though he was already matched to her rhythm, even before knowing it.
‘Oh my God,’ she was saying. ‘Don’t stop!’
It was hard to keep his strokes steady when he could do nothing but watch her writhe. Arousal mixed with melted water dripped into his palm. Soon, she needed his free hand to balance her hips, and only then, when he knew she was close, did he swap the ice cube for his tongue. She was swollen and hot for him, and so, so sweet.
He devoured her in time to the waterfall’s determined cadence, her wispy noises churning through him like a frenzy. It didn’t take long for her to come, body trembling against him as he worked her through it without ever slowing, until she finally fell slack on his lap.
Her burning forehead rested against his, her taste clinging to his lips as he caught his breath. He had no idea how it began, or who leaned in first, but then they were kissing, her teeth pinching his bottom lip in a maddening battle of hunger. Her core ground against his erection over and over,until, strained, he could only say, ‘I need to do something about this.’
He felt like a teenager with no self-control, so horny he might come without even being touched.
She tugged his shorts down, suckling on the hinge of his jaw.
‘Rae, I mean it. You’re going to have to let me go and sort this out, otherwise I’m going to embarrass myself.’ It would be enough to use his hand under the falls, where it wouldn’t be messy and Rae wouldn’t feel obligated to return his favour. Now he knew she had little experience, he didn’t want something as unromantic as a hand job. He wanted to take care of her, only her, wanted to give and give until all she knew was that white-hot fire in her belly. But he couldn’t do that when he was falling apart at the seams himself, desperate for a release that demanded something from her.
‘You don’t want me to?’ she asked, touch running over the protrusion in his boxers.
