Page 22 of Silver Brewer

“There’s electricity here. I can go outside and find the switch.”

Her frightened eyes meet mine, wide and worried. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

I nod and continue to crawl closer. When I get to her, I shift to sit against the wall and slip an arm around her.

“Come here,” I whisper, forcing her pack off her back. She dips her head into my chest again. It isn’t enough. I need to distract her. I skim my hand down her side and then cup her hip. Repeating my command, “Come here.” I hoist her over my leg so she falls between my spread thighs. The wetness of the rain slicker soaks through my shirt, and if we don’t remove some of this wet clothing, the cold will be the new cause of shivers. I remove the jacket from her and shake it so some of the water releases. The inside is lined and warm, and I return the slicker over her like a blanket.

“Your shirt is soaked,” she says, and I press us forward. I tug the flannel plus T-shirt over my head and toss it to the side. My skin will warm her better anyway, I tell myself. She falls back against me, and my arms circle her waist.

Another roar of thunder. Another flash of light. Letty whimpers. My lips come to her neck, and I kiss her under her ear.

“Let me distract you.”

She nods, elongating her neck as she tips her head to the side. She has these fine hairs that curl along her nape, and they’ve teased me all day while she learned to throw an ax. I suck hard at her skin with my open mouth, marking her. She whimpers in response, and I lose control of my thoughts. I don’t hear the thunder or see the lightning. Only her. My hand roughly moves between her thighs.

“So warm,” I mouth into her skin, drawing my tongue down the side of her neck. Her knees spread, and I rub over the soft cotton covering her heat. I suck at her neck, latching on to the dip near those fine hairs. She whimpers under me, and I slip my hand under the waistband of her yoga pants, delving deeper to her center. My fingers brush over moist, lacy cotton.

“Fuck,” I mutter at her ear, and she shifts her hips to lower the pants a little, allowing me better access to her. She’s wearing another one of those thongs I found while rummaging in her backpack before we started this trip, so the material easily slips to the side, and my middle finger slides into her. She welcomes me by spreading her thighs wider. Her head tips back to my shoulder as she hums. She made the same noise last night.

“Always chirping.” I chuckle, nipping at her neck.

She bites her lip, and I worry she’ll stop making those sounds. I need the noise. I want to hear her satisfaction.

“Don’t you dare stop, Cricket,” I warn, adding a second finger to the first. Her head lolls forward as she moans.

“So full,” she whispers, and I smile, nipping her earlobe. My fingers slip back and forth, drenched in her essence.

“You’re so wet.”

“You do this to me.”

The comment startles me. There’s no denying I’m attracted to her, and her body’s response to me tells me she might feel the same. But this? This admission sounds like something more. Or am I projecting my feelings? Am I hoping for something…spontaneous?

I continue to coast in and out, adding my thumb to the nub outside her, the place I was so close to last night but didn’t dare to touch. Tonight, however, I’m all in, and there’s no going back. Her hips thrust forward, drawing my fingers into her. Softly, she moans, mumbles, and mutters. Her head rolls on my shoulder as she takes my fingers deeper and deeper.

“Giant,” she warns, humming along with my name on her lips, and then she clenches. Her knees come together, and she rides my hand pressed between her thighs. My fingers work her until she collapses. Her legs fall open as she relaxes, but I’m too worked up. I want this woman, and touching her wasn’t enough.

Quickly, I slip my fingers from her, the sound of slick suction and the scent of her fills our tight surroundings.

“Not enough, Letty,” I warn as I press at her shoulder blade to move her forward. She scrambles up to her knees and then falls to her hands, similar to the position when she tripped over the rock. I follow her and hold her hips, pressing her bare ass against the front seam of my jeans. I thrust forward, and Letty collapses to her elbows. She struggles to tug her pants to her knees with one hand and then slips them to her ankles.

“Letty?” I question although my chest hammers and my dick strains.

“Please,” she hisses. I’ve never done anything like this, taken a woman without regard, without thought, without knowing her a little better. But my only thought is how much I want in this woman. How spontaneous this act is. How raw, and wild, and uncontained. I’m grateful I left my belt behind when I fumble to undo my pants. Pushing the sides to my knees, I tug my briefs along with them. My dick twitches, slapping Letty on the ass. The warm skin-on-skin contact makes us both sigh.

I’m not a noisemaker during sex. I’ve always kept it quiet, but I have a feeling this woman is going to make me roar. I drag my tip along the seam of her ass and then lower, finding her soaked folds. As I coat the head of my dick, my legs tremble with anticipation. She’s more than ready for me, and I eagerly thrust into her. Letty makes her purr-like hum as I still, seated deep within her.

“Letty,” I rumble like a beast inside me has come unleashed. She moans in answer, and I exhale deeply. My God, she’s so warm, so tight, so wet. One arm wraps around her waist while my hand grips her hip. Looking down at our position, I watch myself slide free but keep the tip inside her. Then I rush forward, filling her until my pelvis hits her ass.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” Her breath hitches on each praise. As I pull back again, she follows me, greedy to keep me buried within her, and I don’t disappoint, but I tease. I draw out to the edge and then slam forward. She hums louder as her hands fist.

“Again.” The word echoes through the small room, and I repeat the motion. Skin slaps, grunts grow, and Letty clenches around me. My balls tighten. My lower back pinches, and I fill this woman with every drop of my seed. The only movement for a moment is me pulsing inside her as the largest orgasm I’ve ever known takes me.

I collapse over her, forcing us to the ground. It all happened too fast, and my breath comes ragged and restless. Quickly, I pull out of her and flip to my back. Staring up at the ceiling, I flop an arm over my forehead as my chest heaves, and stars dance before my eyes.

What just happened?

The weight of her eyes presses on my heated cheeks, and I roll my head to face her.