Lions and Tigers and Bears (21 page)

Lindy’s mouth went dry as her gaze wandered the glistening mounds of muscles that sculpted his chest and abs. She’d known he was built, but this was the most beautiful example of the male body she’d ever seen, and when another breeze whispered over them and Rafe’s small nipples went hard, she almost groaned at the spasm that quivered through her pussy.

“So are you all right now, ready to go to back to sleep?”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep.”

“Still scared?”

She nodded, unwilling to admit that it wasn’t fear that was going to keep her awake, but desire. Rafe had definitely gotten her juices flowing. The man was truly breathtaking.

Rafe gave a resigned sigh and went to her tent, bent down and pulled her sleeping bag out. Lindy swallowed hard at the sight of his oh-so tempting backside as it was momentarily presented for her enjoyment. The leg opening of his shorts rose and she could almost swear she caught a glimpse of the firm mounds of his ass. She shook her head, wondering where these new voyeuristic tendencies were coming from. She’d never felt the need to ogle any other good-looking man in this way.

Throwing her sleeping bag over his arm, Rafe motioned for her to follow him to his tent. He ducked inside and Lindy heard a brief scrambling around then he stuck his head out. “Come on, your bed’s ready.”

Eyes wide and holding back a smile, she crawled inside Rafe’s tent and found her sleeping bag laid out next to his.

“Think you can sleep now?” he asked.

Lindy nodded, and laying down on her side, she scrunched some of the bag under her head to form a pillow. “Thanks,” she murmured softly and with a deep sigh relaxed into the warm, welcoming darkness.

“You’re welcome, now shut up,” he grumbled.

Lindy snorted a soft laugh, deciding that this was the best outcome of a nightmare she’d ever experienced. Who’d have thought the thing would result in her sharing a tent with the hunky Mr. Kutter? Granted, she was horny as hell, but there were worse things to be. She was still smiling when a yawn took her, pushing her slowly yet inevitably toward sleep.

* * * * *

The bear had returned, and she relaxed into the heat he generated at her back. Lindy wasn’t afraid this time and wiggled contentedly in its embrace. She drifted in a half-doze, feeling the soft warmth of the breath that stirred the hair at the nape of her neck. Images of Rafe and the bear intermingled in her sleep-fogged brain. Again, she pushed back into the body that curled against hers and felt something hard pushing against her bottom. The flowing images solidified and she suddenly knew without a doubt that it was Rafe—so warm and solidly real—pressed against her.

She moaned softly and turned over, pushing at him, urging him to his back. Still half-asleep, her inhibitions at rest, she was awake enough to know where she was and what she wanted. She slid her hand over his taut abs and down under the waistband of his shorts, finding what she sought. His cock. Full and hard. She slid her fingers around it and lightly stroked.

Just emerging from sleep, Rafe groaned and a drowsy smile pulled at her lips in response. Lindy moved down his body and rose up enough to pull his shorts down and over his towering erection, of truly epic proportions, she noted with awe.

Sleep was loosening its hold on her just as she renewed her hold on Rafe’s cock and began slowly stroking. Thick and hot, she could see the full veins that wrapped its darkly sleek and solid surface and feel the blood throbbing under her fingers.

His hips moved, pushing his hard, pulsing flesh further into her hand as she bent to him, her tongue flicking out to sweep up the clear, sweet drops of precum that bubbled from the swollen, plum-shaped head. The taste was heady and compelling.

“Unhhh, Lindy,” Rafe ground out.

Needing no further encouragement, she opened her mouth and sank down on the smooth, heavy column she held wrapped in her stroking fist. As her mouth and tongue explored, her other hand found his full, round ball sac and gently manipulated it. Rafe nearly rose vertically from the ground, incoherent grunts and groans issuing from his throat.

Gratified at his response, she continued to play, her fingers stroking and massaging his balls while her lips tightened, holding his throbbing cock in her mouth, her tongue laving over the tightly stretched, satiny skin. Rafe’s body was taut with need, moving at her direction, and she breathed deeply of the spicy male musk that rose from his heated skin.

The heady aroma worked through her system, pulling at her, urging her on until she felt near-frenzied with the need to bring him to climax. A light sheen of sweat broke out over her body and she leaned into him, rubbing her breasts against him, her hips echoing the rhythm of his as she drove him closer to orgasm.

In her mouth she felt his cock swell ever larger and pulse as his body froze, then bucked. She heard the shout torn from his throat as the first volley of his hot male essence released. Lindy held on and swallowed each spurt of salty-sweet cream that filled her mouth, savoring the unique taste that was Rafe. He shuddered under her, the tension in his body easing, and she slowly released him, licking his skin clean of any stray drops.

Wordlessly, she slid up the length of his body and collapsed against him, feeling his arm move over her shoulders. They lay quietly for a few moments until Rafe easily rolled her to her back and loomed over her.

“Why?” he asked softly.

“I wanted you,” she answered simply.

Rafe’s mouth descended to hers, their lips opening, each welcoming the exploring tongue of the other. Lindy moaned with pleasure, then gasped as one large hand cupped her breast, gently squeezing. She arched her back, pushing into Rafe’s touch, urging him on, moaning her approval when his fingers found and lightly pinched a taut nipple.

He broke the kiss and pulled back, looking into her passion-filled eyes. “You have to be the boldest female I’ve ever met. I’ve never had a woman make a meal of me the way you just did.”

Lindy smiled and stroked a hand down his chest. “I couldn’t help it, you just felt so good and smelled so good, I
had
to taste.” She leaned up and licked one flat masculine nipple, feeling it rise under her tongue.

Rafe growled and grasped her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. “It’s my turn now, sweetheart, and I’m
very
hungry.”

His lips found hers again and he ravished her mouth, feverishly exploring with his tongue before pulling hers into his mouth and holding it prisoner as he lightly sucked. Lindy moaned, then began panting when he released her mouth and went exploring. He roved over her chin and jawline, lightly nipping as he went, and paused at her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, his teeth nibbling.

Lindy went rigid under him when his tongue began to slide over the swirled curves of her ear. “Oh God, Rafe,
don’t
.”

“Have I found a hot spot, babe?” he whispered in her ear, his tongue following the sound inside.

Lindy bucked and groaned, pulling against his grasp, then gave in with a helpless shudder. “I’m getting dizzy,” she whimpered softly.

“Just hold on to me, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Rafe murmured and released her arms, smiling when they wrapped around him and her generous breasts pressed into his chest.

He continued his assault on her ears until Lindy was quivering with need, her body straining against his. Rafe again pulled back, forcing her to release her grip, and reached for the hem of her t-shirt.

“When I saw you last night, standing in the moonlight in this flimsy little shirt, with your nipples hard and pointing right at me, it was all I could do not to throw you down and take you right then and there.” The shirt came up and was quickly pulled over her head and thrown across the tent. Rafe stared reverently at her naked breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You have the most beautiful breasts, Lindy, so full and round.” His finger traced a path around one taut areola. “And these sweet nipples, just like juicy, ripe berries.”

“You don’t think they’re too big?”

“You can’t be serious.”

She nodded.

“No, baby—” he assured her, “—they’re not too big, they fit you perfectly.”

Breathing hard, Lindy watched as Rafe lowered his lips to her impudently pointing nipple and kissed it, then moved to the other to repeat the process. Her eyes closed and she felt the warm heat of his breath mist over her skin a split second before his mouth closed over her. A guttural moan was torn from her as his teeth closed gently around the base of her nipple and his tongue flicked and laved the tip.

“Rafe,
oh God
, Rafe,” she moaned as an orgasmic shudder slammed into her. Legs straining and bottom bouncing against the sleeping bag beneath her, she undulated against the hard body above her, then lay panting and shivering in the aftermath.

“I’m going to suckle you now, sweetheart. Come for me again,” Rafe ordered softly.

Giving in to the magic his mouth worked, the gentle suction and pressure accompanied by his tongue’s insistent caresses, Lindy helplessly obeyed and cried out as another orgasm rocked her quivering core. Blindly lost to the pleasure, she missed the fact that Rafe was peeling her shorts away and sliding them down her long, shapely legs.

“Rafe?” she questioned, coming slowly out of her daze, having lost sight of him.

“Right here,” he answered.

Lindy looked down to find him lying between her wide-spread legs. His hands slid over her thighs and her mind supplied an image of warm milk chocolate pouring over sweet vanilla ice cream. The rich brown of his skin was such an erotic contrast to the creamy hue of her own that she shivered.

“Rafe, did you know that you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen?” she asked, looking deep into the heated depths of his brown eyes.

“No, I didn’t, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

“Oh yeah. I told you I was hungry. Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just that…well, no one’s ever…”

“Never?”

Lindy shook her head, her wide, green eyes revealing a vulnerable uncertainty.

Rafe bent down and kissed her inner thigh, smiling as she trembled under his lips. “I promise you, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. Do you still trust me?”

She wordlessly nodded.

“Then lay back, sweetheart. I’m going to make love to your sweet little pussy and set you on fire.”

Lindy moaned and felt another rush of moisture heat her already well-lubricated sheath. Before she could take a breath, Rafe’s lips made contact, his tongue laving her clit with a sensual slide. She jumped and tightened her thighs, at first instinctively seeking to close them, but Rafe’s actions soon had her seeking to open them wider.

His tongue licked, laved and swirled over the sensitive, swollen tissues of her needy pussy. First he’d concentrate on her clit, driving her higher and higher, then he’d plunge his tongue as deeply as possible into her warm, weeping channel and gently fuck her with it. Again and again he repeated the procedure until Lindy was frantically tossing, only Rafe’s sure grip on her body keeping her right where he wanted her. Occasionally he’d vary his actions by lightly nibbling on her swollen labia, but soon he was back at her very center, teasing and tormenting her.

Aroused to the point of madness, Lindy began begging. “Please, I need to come, I need to come,
I need to come
!”

Heeding her pleas, Rafe slid a long finger deep into her tight sheath. The walls fluttered and closed around it as though trying to pull it deeper inside. A second finger joined the first spreading her wider and Lindy began pushing into them. “That’s it, baby.” Rafe looked up and encouraged, “Ride my fingers.”

Dipping back down he took her clit into his mouth and began to suck. The effect was spectacularly immediate. Lindy wailed as her climax hit. Her sheath gripped and milked Rafe’s stroking fingers as she continued to mindlessly fuck herself on them. Her body spasmodically rocked with the sharp bursts of pleasure that shuddered through her until finally, finally her muscles eased and she slowly relaxed. She continued to utter small sated moans as the aftershocks rippled through her, and Rafe moved up and leaned over her, drinking in the soft sounds and smiling at the flush that lit her pale skin from within. She was glowing like a woman thoroughly satisfied.

Lindy sighed and without opening her eyes, reached up and pulled Rafe down to her lips, kissing him long and deep. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and tasted herself on his skin, deciding the flavor was not unpleasant.

Releasing him she looked into his eyes, hers half-lidded and drowsy. “That was wonderful,” she sighed softly. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Rafe answered and kissed her again.

He rolled over and stretched out on his sleeping bag. Lindy couldn’t help but notice that his cock had recovered and was again standing tall.

“Looks like you’re ready for another round,” she teased and reached out to softly stroke his erection.

“He always did have a mind of his own,” Rafe answered.

“You know,” she slowly drawled, “when we first met, my imagination supplied me with an image of riding your beautiful body.” She rose up and straddled him, settling herself on his thighs. “You didn’t happen to bring any condoms with you, did you?”