“I don’t think so, you pervert. We are not putting on a show for those voyeurs.” Just his voice could melt her body. The look in his eyes was her undoing. His eyes
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burned with desire, hunger, even as she could see the teasing challenge in his expression.
“Next you’re going to be telling me some strange story about how you go into heat and need a female.”
He shifted her, sliding her legs around his waist so that her wet channel was positioned over the head of his penis. “Not any female, Rachael, you.”
She tightened her hold around his neck, lifted her body so he could suckle her breast. Just that easy she was hot and wet and needful. He did things with his tongue, stroking and dancing and teasing until she couldn’t stand it and she began to slowly settle over his thick erection.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I want,” he said, his breath hissing out of his lungs. “Arch back and ride me, nice and slow, take your time.”
She leaned back, turning her face to the sky, to the warm rain and slowly slid her body up and down his. The rain fell on her face, droplets trickled between her breasts, down her stomach to sizzle in the heat of their joining. She smiled up at their audience, wishing them all the pleasure in the world. Wishing them the joy and freedom of a sensual relationship.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped the words, shocked at how the light fell across her face, revealing the intensity of her pleasure. It heightened her natural beauty. She was so uninhibited with him. So uncaring that he could see how much she wanted him, how much she enjoyed his body.
She laughed softly. “I’m only beautiful because you make me feel that way.” Lightning sizzled in her veins. Fire raced over her skin. She controlled the pace, deliberately moving slow, taking him deep, gripping tight with her muscles.
Rachael had no idea how Rio managed to make the world a place of sunlight and paradise when she’d lived in the shadows for so long. The rain fell softly, enhancing brilliant color in every direction, scattering rainbow prisms across the sky. Or maybe it was behind her eyes. It didn’t
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matter. There was only Rio in her world and he was all that mattered.
She felt his body gathering power and strength, she felt her own tightening in anticipation. Then they were spinning out of control on a dizzying ride, clinging to one another for safety. The leaves overhead whirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Patterns of light and dark flecked the ground. It was necessary to share breathing as they kissed, hands moving over sensitized skin in a kind of worship.
Rachael laid her head on his shoulder, holding him close to her. Their hearts beat out a wild, frantic tattoo even as the rain continued to fall softly. “I love it here, Rio,” she murmured, her lips against his throat. “I love everything about this place.”
“You came home,” he answered, slowly lowering her feet to the forest floor.
The pack was stashed high up in the tree in case of flooding. Rio went up the trunk quickly and tossed her clothes, shoes and a towel. Rachael found herself laughing. “This is a crazy way to live. Have you ever had the monkeys steal your pack?”
“Not yet. They are very respectful of my things.” He glanced upward at the animals as the gibbons moved through the trees foraging for food before he dropped down beside her,
Rachael dressed quickly in the shelter of a large tree. “It’s so much quieter.”
“The birds are busy looking for food. Fruit, nectar, insects, they don’t have much time to call back and forth, although you’ll hear them occasionally. During midday, there’s often a bit of a lull in the chatter.” He buttoned his jeans and reached over to straighten the tails of her shirt. “You always look so cute in my clothes.”
Her eyebrow shot up. “I’ve never been called cute. Elegant, but not cute.”
“That’s right. You’re a rich lady. You wear designer clothes.”