32
HARRIET
We made some calls. Even without the esteemed Doctor Arnold Cardiff, most of the research paperwork and park approvals were already completed. The Niassa National Wildlife Reserve in north-east Mozambique was waiting.
Sourcing the equipment took a great deal longer. We sequestered Arnold in his hotel room before he flew home and got him to list everything we needed, including his contacts in Zimbabwe and Mozambique. Roland I spent the entire next day making phone calls and arranging for everything. The African honey bees were the toughest thing to find in the quantities we needed, and the place we eventually ordered them from was a long way out of our way.
But that was fine, because we had all the time in the world.
Roland took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant in Tete to celebrate. We had a van rented and waiting to leave the next morning, and it was loaded with most of the equipment we would need for the next three months. Elephant tracking devices and GPS signal relays. Tents and clothes, food and water and other supplies. Drones with cameras, so we could monitor the boundaries from the sky. Two rugged laptops for documenting everything, with external hard drives for daily data backups.
It felt strange to have everything done. Ready to go.
And even though I was doing it without Arnold, I didn't feel alone at all.
"There's one thing the dragon mentioned that you haven't finished explaining," I said while we finished the bottle of wine on our table.
"What's that, love?" Roland wore jeans and a button-down dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. As gorgeous as he was wearing tight T-shirts, he was a hundred times sexier cleaned up a little bit. He gave me a roguish grin, and I tingled as I stared back at him.
"Gryphons." I pulled out the totem and placed it on the table. "He called you the Ruby Gryphon, and he mentioned your brothers."
"Aye. The friends of mine from Belize, as I said."
"But... you can turn into a gryphon."
"I can," he said simply.
"Well," I said, trying to sound aloof, "when can I see that?"
His lips pursed in a thin smile, and his cheeks blushed so red it almost matched his hair. He was embarrassed!
"Don't tell me you're shy," I said.
"It's not that." He looked coyly at me. "The thing is, we have to do something first. Before I can show you. At least, that's what Ethan told me..." His eyes narrowed lustfully, and I knew what he meant.
I finished my glass of wine and placed the empty glass on the table. "Let's get the check."
We had our hands all over each other by the time we reached our hotel room. Somehow we got the door open and stumbled inside; the only thing I was focused on was Roland's body, touching every inch of it, remembering the ripples and curves of his muscle.
It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime.
We knocked over the bedside lamp and fell onto the bed. Roland's lips curled in a smile but I kissed them back into place, pressing my body on top of his, grinding my sex against the stiffness in his pants. While I did that his hands ran up my back, grabbing handfuls of my shirt and yanking them over my head, breaking our kiss momentarily. He returned his lips to mine, a possessive kiss that sent a tingle down my spine and into my sex. I fell sideways off him while keeping my lips on his, and pulled my pants off and kicked them to the floor, and I felt him do the same with his.
There wasn't time to remove my panties; I needed him too desperately, and his desire was even stronger. Pressing a hand on his chest I mounted him again, and pulled my panties to the side to reveal my dripping pussy lips. The heat from his cock was intense as I rubbed my outer lips against his shaft, coating him, and then I moved up enough for his head to brush against my slit and I pushed back, feeling the tip widen my lips and slide into place, and we moaned into each other's mouths.
I let it linger there, just the tip inside, before pushing down hard.
He cried out with ecstasy as I took every inch of him, all the way down to the base. I ran my hands through his silky auburn hair and watched him gaze up at me with love and lust, gasping at how wonderful I felt. I loved that I could make him feel this way; that expression on his face was put there by me, and me alone.
He was mine, and I was his, and not even a dragon could pry us apart.
I wanted to go slow and tease it out, but my thighs had a mind of their own. They rocked back and forth on his member, then squatted up and down off it, letting the grain of his cock rub against my inner walls. I tilted my head back and moaned as I rode him, the sexual release of everything that had happened like a bomb finally going off.
Roland reached up and grabbed a handful of my curls and pulled me back down to his mouth. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and danced with mine, tasting like red wine and cinnamon. I tightened my lips around his tongue and sucked on it, pretending it was his thick member that I was sucking off, and based on the way his grip tightened in my hair and the way he growled deep in his chest it drove him crazy with lust.
I rode him into the bed like a horse that needed to be broken.
And then Roland was leaning forward, sitting up enough to take one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple. I inhaled sharply at the sudden intensity, and arched my back into him to let him know I wanted more. His fingers pawed at my other breast, clamping down onto my nipple almost painfully, but the combined stimulation was perfect right then, and I gasped and shivered while riding on his cock as my orgasms came suddenly and forcefully, wracking my entire body, shaking me like a volcanic eruption with fire and ash and smoke.
I was trembling when Roland lifted me into the air with his strong boxer's arms.
He held me up by my thighs, and I threw my arms around his neck to keep me from falling. I wondered where he was going to carry me but he simply held me in the air, moving his hips back and forth to guide his cock. I moaned anew as his lips found my neck and shoulder, my man taking over forcefully, taking what he wanted, because what he wanted was me, all of me, and I wanted him just as much.
"How do I feel?" I moaned.
"Ohh you feel fucken amazing," he drawled in his sweet Irish accent.
He used his strong arms to bounce me up and down in time with his thrusts, cock shoving deep inside of me with each stroke, rubbing hard against my inner wall. I grunted from the intense pleasure with each bounce, letting out all of my inhibitions, because I didn't care who heard us, the only thing I wanted was to let Roland know how much I loved it, and wanted to hear the same from him.
His thrusts grew more rapid, and he almost stumbled and lost his balance, and I yelped as he bumped me into the wall. Using the wall for leverage he pumped harder, fingers tightening on my thighs, and he was growling like a wolf with eyes that glistened like rubies as he went faster and faster, voice rising, and I ran my fingers through his silky hair and gripped it tighter and tighter.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled, surprise on his face. "Oh God, oh fuck me! Oh Harriet!"
I screamed with him, letting out all of my energy as he thrust one final time, as deep as he could go. His hands held me there with his cock buried deep as he came, and I kissed him because to do anything else was impossible.