Page 43 of Russian Rescue

“Then tell me I’m still allowed to call you Pretty Boy, even when I’m on you.”

I groaned, having scolded her last night several times for calling me Pretty Boy in the throes.

“You can call me whatever you want as long as you let me inside of you, right... now.”

I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, then impaled her with my thrust. Piper threw her head back, arching her breasts out as she worked up and down my shaft.

I cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples while I watched her take her pleasure on me. She was so uninhibited, so free and sensual, that it drove me mad with desire. I had to think about computer programming while she writhed on top of me just to slow down my release.

Her pace picked up, and she pressed her palms into my chest, splaying her fingers across my skin before she dug her nails into me. The pain mixed with the pleasure below had me moaning and whispering her name like a prayer.

“Fuck, Piper. Oh my God, Piper. Oh, Piper.”

Her breasts lifted and fell with her panting as her breathing quickened, and I knew she was close. Knowing I didn’t have to hold back much longer, I let my thoughts of her run wild as I reached between her legs and thrummed my finger over her soft spot so I could coax out her orgasm with mine. She shook and moaned on top of me as I brought her up to the pinnacle of pleasure just before I shuddered and released myself inside her.

Piper collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped her up tightly in my arms, holding her close while we both caught our breath.

“You’re pretty good at this,” she admitted as she panted in my arms.

I kissed the top of her head. “Pretty good? Oh, come on. I’m better than pretty good. And wait, you thought because I was some geeky computer guy that I wouldn’t know how to do this right?”

She peeked up and arched an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

Laughing, I flipped her over and pressed the weight of my body against her. “And now?”

I kissed her neck.

“Now I think that I was a little wrong.”

I took her nipple between my teeth.

“And now?”

“Very, very wrong.”

The sat phone rang and interrupted what was about to be our umpteenth roll in the sheets. Piper reached over and grabbed it, holding it to her ear while I continued teasing her perfect breasts.

“Hey, Marcus.”

I sat up. “Is it Amanda? Is she okay? Any word?”

Worry for my sister quickly doused the fire burning like an inferno for Piper. I waited impatiently while she “mmmhmmd” and “okayed” for a minute. Finally, she nodded her head.

“Yeah. She’s fine, Wes. They are taking good care of her, and Marcus has a plan.”

“Thank God,” I breathed. I still couldn’t believe they had my baby sister, but I also let my faith in the talented team I worked with renew my hope that she’d be okay when this was all over. She had to be. And I was a glass-half-full kind of guy, so I breathed out a long sigh of relief.

We’d get her back.

“Yeah, that works,” Piper said.

She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. That inferno burning inside of me raged back up again now that I knew my sister was okay. I slowly let my fingers drift down her stomach.

She playfully swatted my head to get me to stop, but I continued on. “Uh huh. Sure. Good plan.”

I reached down between her legs, and her mouth formed an “O” when I brushed my fingers against her sweet spot. She struggled to spit out her next word.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Let’s, uh... let's do that for sure. Yep. Yep. You and Knox come here this afternoon? Yeah. Definitely good. It’s great. That’s perfect. Mmmhmm. Mmmmhmm.”