CHAPTER TWELVE
Ric and Jeanell were drawn together, no words needing to pass between them. Each knew the secrets of the other’s heart. There were no questions, no doubts, no warnings, no expectations.
His hands were strong on her breasts, just as she’d imagined they would be, her nipples every bit as hard and eager for his tongue. He gave her a slight squeeze, sending little crackles of pleasure through her chest. Her lungs spasmed as she leaned back, a bed of leaves beneath them.
His fingers flicked at her, cupping the bottom of her breasts while he lowered himself over them. He took one nipple into his mouth, tongue warm and wet. It swirled around her areola while his fingers worked the other. He blew a little stream of air onto her wet breasts, goosebumps rising as she gasped. She’d waited a long time for this, longer than she knew, but she also realized that it was going to be well worth the wait.
She reached down and grabbed his massive meat, thick and strong and unbending, a reedy rod that made her hand quiver as she struggled to wrap her fingers around it. She gave it a tight squeeze and Ric hissed out a wicked little grin.
Jeanell was wet, her loins aching, her labia hungry to wrap themselves around that long, thick dick. She lay back and spread her legs, thighs quivering as she positioned that big head right at her most private opening. He slid forward just a bit, Jeanell gasping to feel that round, purple head pushing her tissues aside. Her muscular mound twitched to feel that big unit slide in, just an inch or two before holding its position. Ric pushed down just a bit more, his meat pressing in only a tiny bit further before withdrawing and beginning a regular rhythm, slow and steady, in and out in carefully measured strokes.
Jeanell’s body shifted in response to Ric’s controlled cycle, picking up speed just a bit. Jeanell clenched her teeth, eyes clamping shut. “No,” Ric said, his voice low and gravelly, “look at me, Jeanell, look at me!”
She opened her eyes to see his handsome face looming above her, his powerful arms supporting his chest and perfect, muscular torso. He offered her a little smile, but his expression was intense and controlled, his eyes locking on hers as he grinded even faster.
Ric began a circular pattern which lit up the nerves of Jeanell’s little pink fist, squeezing Ric’s unit for all it was worth. Those circular strokes touched every facet of that flowering tissue, stirring the juices in Jeanell’s loins.
She kept looking right into Ric’s eyes as he continued pumping in and out, sinking that mighty shaft even deeper into Jeanell’s secret hiding places. A lump rose in her throat as he drove that long dong deeper, then pulled it back and raked it across those glistening tissues. Back and forth, shaking it occasionally to interrupt his regular rhythm, she enjoyed a crazy combination of chaos and control, the regular and the irregular. An orgasm began to stir, only a dramatic rise. She fought her instinct to close her eyes, to recoil into her private pleasure. But she also knew that this could be the last time she’d ever make love, and it was the first with this amazing man, her lover, her protector. She wanted to look at him, to take in every beautiful moment of it. She looked at him, through him, seeing into his long and lonely years, the pain of his losses and sacrifices. And she only knew a bit about his sad history; there was more sorrow behind those eyes, Jeanell could read it.
And she wanted to replace it with joy, with the kind of happiness she felt, growing and swelling within her.
Ric slid his right hand under Jeanell’s left leg and eased it up and back, knee pressing against her ribs as he sank that shaft even deeper into her. Jeanell hissed out a long moan as Ric found places within her that had never been known or even imagined. And he knew just where to stop, aware that his incredible length could easily smash a woman’s hymen, pain disrupting the pleasure. But he sank down just to the right spot, waggling and wiggling before sliding back and then in again; in and out in increasingly faster patters, swirling clockwise and then counter, shifting and changing and sending Jeanell’s orgasm crashing forward, uncontrollable. It shook Jeanell’s body as the first wave broke, a second coming up straight behind it.
Jeanell groaned with the power of her orgasm, crashing again and again. Ric seemed to read her body, his strong hand placing her ankle against his shoulder. His hand free, he gave Jeanell a hard slap on the ass cheek. The crisp snap was surprising, shocking, sending a bolt of puny pain through her. More than painful, it felt good, and she wanted to feel it again.
And Ric was ready to deliver, his big flat palm smacking her butt again. She twitched and jutted with the blow, and Ric slapped her butt again, stopping to rub her reddened cheek, still pumping into her all the while.
But each slap sent her orgasm to bubble up even higher, as if she was drowning from the inside.
Slap and squeeze, pump and grind, jab and wriggle, Jeanell’s head spun, sweat collected on her neck, her newly short hair plastered against her cheeks. Her body shook with her continuous orgasm, and Ric was happy to feed the beast.
He slapped her ass again, and Jeanell’s fist balled up and smacked his chest above her. He slapped again and once more, she dropped a harmless fist on his muscular chest.
And this stirred more power in Jeanell, more strength, and a greater determination to show it. In one swift move, she rolled them both over so that Ric was on the bottom and Jeanell leaning back, arching her spine. Ric looked up at her as she began to pump and roll on that mighty pole, her legs flexing to keep her at just the right position.
She’d never been on top before, and she relished the sense of power, of control. And it felt completely natural, she felt more natural in bed than she’d ever felt before, and it was more than just being with Ric, a man she had strong, amazing feelings for. He was unlike any man she’d ever known, but she was also unlike the woman she’d been her whole life. But the blond bookworm behind the glasses, hiding herself away in the library, in the science lab, she was gone, replaced by a daring, short-haired brunette, a rebel, a woman about to go on a suicide mission. She felt like she wasn’t even on the same person, and that she’d never be again; she probably wouldn’t live long enough.
But at that moment, there was no death, no danger, no tyranny or murder. There weren’t any other survivors either, just Jeanell and Ric, alone in that mountain chamber. She threw herself back, reaching to support herself on his naked thighs as she dropped herself down onto him, again and again. He shook and pumped and she did the same, their combination driving each to vigorous new performances.
She clamped down with all her might, twisting her hips and battering that hammer for all it was worth. And even through her own frothing, bubbling orgasm, Jeanell could feel Ric’s own orgasm about to erupt. His cock twitched inside of her, and she kept pumping and milking that amazing dong. She could feel that wad race down his incredible vein, spattering into her, mixing with her own juices to create something unique, something wonderful. It kept coming, splashing into her, again and again. Hs body fluttered to throw that hot cream deep into her, and her hungry labia kept squeezing and milking, hungry for every last drop.
After seemed like an eternity, Jeanell could feel him soften within her. She leaned forward, Ric still inside her, until she rested her face on his sweating chest. He withdrew slowly, carefully, before Jeanell settled next to him, her head laying on his shoulder. They melted into each other’s embrace, exhausted. The next morning would take them one step closer to their destinies, which both knew could mean losing the other forever, not to mention their very lives.