How in the hell had this happened? At the moment, however, he couldn’t seem to string his thoughts together enough to care, much less find the answer. Damn, but her nipples were perfect. Dusky rose and fully budded, they just beckoned to be rubbed, licked, and sucked.
He’d gone rock-hard at the thought of getting to put his mouth on them. Once he’d heard that throaty little moan of hers and remembered how she’d looked, standing half naked back on that path, nipples puckered beyond belief, he’d discovered a burning, almost desperate need within himself to learn how those plump buds would feel between his lips.
He pushed at the clinging fabric of her shirt and the sodden cups of her bra, until her breasts were bared completely to him. Small, softly rounded, they wouldn’t even fill his palms. But tipped so sweetly with those perfect nipples, it didn’t matter. He stroked his thumb over one, making her gasp and shudder, then placed his tongue directly beneath the other and lapped at the water cascading over the reddened tip. Again and again, he let the tip of his tongue gently stroke the bottom edge, causing that perfect nub to tighten further as he continued to play with her other one.
He was dying to pull it into his mouth, but something kept him teasing her. He switched allegiances and stroked her other nipple with his tongue, a long, swirling swipe all around it, as he rolled the other one between thumb and forefinger. She moaned and her knees dipped. He nudged her backward, so her back pressed against the stones behind the waterfall for support. The water cascaded down his back now, her nipples wet with sparkling droplets of water, but no longer under the steady stream. Now they were all his.
Her hands drifted shakily over his shoulders, then she slid her fingers into his hair. “Please,” she rasped.
“Please what?” he demanded, knowing when she shuddered hard that it was the right direction to push her. And he discovered he wanted to push her. This seemingly competent woman when it came to everything else, had no idea what to do with this. So this is exactly where he wanted to take her. Push her. Into an area she had no confidence with. So she’d be forced to follow his lead, to trust in wherever he took her.
It was a wild train of thought, one that aroused him unbearably, and yet made no sense to him. He’d come here looking for someone to drive him, push him, take him into those new arenas. But when he finally succumbed and moved his mouth over that perfect nipple, pulling it deeply into his mouth and suckling it so that she bucked against the wall and clutched at his hair, he realized that he wanted to be the one driving, the one pushing, the one taking. This was where he would find that inner wild man he’d so hoped to discover.
No tidy, man-on-top, one-orgasm-apiece interlude; this wasn’t going to be like a corporate merger, all laid out ahead of time where everyone knew what to expect. No, this was going to be whatever he wanted it to be, whatever he could make it be…whatever he could make her do.
He used his tongue on her, growing harder, if that were possible, as she moaned and began to thrash her head from side to side. Then he moved over her slick skin, dragging his tongue from one nipple to the other. He toyed with it, flicked at it, until she grabbed his head and tried to shove his mouth on her. “Do it,” she commanded. “For God’s sake, do it.”
He grinned against her wet skin and felt his hips buck a little as his body began to demand its own release. “Do what?” he asked, flicking at the tip once again with his tongue. He gripped her hips suddenly and pulled her forward so that the water once again rushed over her breasts. She gasped and her hips bucked and he thought he could swallow her whole right there. Her back arched to him and her head tipped back as she thrust her breasts at him, reduced now to following her body’s demands, willing to beg him.
And that very idea almost set him off. The idea that he could make her beg. He, Cameron James IV, who’d never in his entire life done something so…impolite as to make a woman beg him for anything.
“Do what?” he growled again, grappling now with his own self-control, his mind reeling almost drunkenly with this new arsenal of possibilities.
“Touch me.” She was shivering, shuddering, grabbing at his head, trying to make him do what she wanted.
He resisted, just enough to make her struggle. “How,” he said roughly. “How do you want me to touch you?”
“You know,” she almost whined, her fingers twisting in his hair now. “Like…like you were.” She panted, then gasped again when he flicked his tongue across first one tip then the other. “Yes, please, yes.”
“Tell me—” It was then he realized he didn’t even know her name. “Your name, what is it?”
She tipped her head forward then, her gaze a bit disconnected, as if she were trying to focus outwardly but couldn’t quite manage it. It only provoked him further.
He brushed his thumbs lightly over the tips, making her jerk and gasp. “Your name. Tell me.”
“Allison,” she managed, breathless. “Allie.”
He looked up into her eyes, his mouth poised right next to where she was so desperate to have it. “Then tell me, Allie, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She tried to move and press her nipple between his lips, but he gripped her hips and kept her right where he wanted her. “Tell me.”
“Your mouth…on me,” she said, then gasped, as once again he shifted her so that the water brushed over her.
“How,” he kept on, the torture almost as unbearable for him as it was on her. Exquisitely so.
“Your…tongue.” She panted. “Please.”
“More, tell me more.”
She whimpered a little, then bucked hard when he lightly flicked the ends yet again.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I—please.” Her thighs were trembling visibly, her body fairly quivering with need. A need he had driven her to, and with only his tongue and fingers. She wasn’t even fully naked. It made him wonder what else he could do to her, with her.
He had a momentary, almost violent need to rip off that silly sarong, and simply ram himself right into her. She’d be dripping wet by now and he knew he could take her screaming over the edge, and himself with her. It was such a shocking vision he stilled for a second. And that was all it took for the tide to turn. She yanked his head back and looked blindly down at him. “Suck them,” she demanded hoarsely. “Dammit, do it!”
He grinned then, feeling wildly primal and seeing the same mirrored in her flashing, ever-so-pale eyes. This was even better, and he hadn’t thought it could be better. Dueling for control.
“Now,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, then pulled her nipple deeply into his mouth, making her moan long and hard the entire time he suckled it. He moved to the other, keeping his hands on her the entire time, until she could barely force her legs to hold her up. He had just started to slide his tongue down the center of her belly, when she suddenly pulled away.
“I can’t—you have to—I’ve never—Jesus,” she finally panted.
He straightened, but didn’t move away from her. His body had gone well past demanding release to actual pain. He willed it to subside, just a little. He wasn’t done pushing her…or himself. Because he knew right then he wasn’t going to end this hastily. Oh no…the night wasn’t even half over. So what if she wasn’t the wanton maiden of his fantasies? He had another full day and night to find her, discover other games, other needs…other satisfactions. This night belonged to them.
And he already had a long list of things he wanted to do with her…make her do for him.
He crowded her back against the wall with his body. “I told you your nipples fascinated me.”
“They’re beginning to fascinate me too,” she managed, followed by a slight, almost giddy laugh. “I never…” But she couldn’t seem to finish and let her head loll back against the rocks. Another little laugh escaped her and his body twitched—hard—at the rich, inviting sound. “I almost—” She broke off, shaking her head as a taint of red stained her cheeks. “I didn’t think I could,” she said, almost more to herself. “Just from…you know.”
His grin returned even as his body continued to prod him. What was it about her that was just so damn stimulating? In a crowd, or even sitting alone, he’d have never noticed her, never looked twice. Yet, here he was, all but dying to get a real taste of her. “Why did you stop me?”
Her lips quirked then. “Because I’m hopeless?”
Is that how she saw herself? And yet, wasn’t that the impression he’d gotten the first time he’d seen her? That she was somewhat clueless about her own sexuality? Or at least with what to do about it? Well, tell that to his still rock-hard cock.
“Not hopeless,” he said, because he knew now it was true. She simply needed…guidance. A steady hand. And tongue.
When she opened her mouth, presumably to argue, he shifted his weight against her, so she could clearly feel the hard length of him against her. “Actually,” he said, his own voice suddenly tight, “I was thinking more along the lines of hopeful.”
She blinked, then looked at him again. “Hopeful?”
He pushed against her. “Very hopeful. Almost demandingly so.”
Her hands came up against his chest, in what felt like an instinctive move more than a conscious one. Her body was primed, beyond primed, and he felt this renewed spurt of power that he could probably push her exactly where he wanted her to go. But would he do that? Could he simply take what he wanted?
He twitched with the need to follow through on his thoughts, right here and now, but her eyes widened just slightly at the movement and he silently cursed as the nice guy put the wild man in a half nelson…and held him there. He wanted to push her, but he wanted her to be ready to be pushed. He shifted back, just slightly, just so he wasn’t pressed right up against her.
Her fingers pressed into his chest, surprising him, stilling his retreat. “So…” she began, trailing off as he looked into her eyes.
“So?”
“Do I get a turn?”
His cock all but leaped in response. “I, uh…yeah.”
She smiled, and it was the hint of uncertainty in it that undid him the rest of the way.
“Do with me as you will,” he said, smiling at her.
She moved away from the rock and pushed him so that he took her place, his back to the wall of stones. She pushed at his shirt until she’d shoved the soaking wet fabric off his shoulders, leaving it bound around his biceps, trapping his arms to his sides. He had no idea what she was about, but he was primed and ready to find out.
So he was going to be taken, driven, after all. He almost smiled as he looked at whom he’d chosen to be in the driver’s seat. And yet, he couldn’t remember ever being poised on such a high-perched brink as he was right at that moment. It must be the location, he thought, some kind of island fever, the shackles of societal conventions gone so that anything felt good. With anyone.
Then she dipped her head, almost tentatively, and flicked her tongue across his nipple. A short, fierce exhalation followed and it wasn’t until she forced that sound from him again by flicking the other one that he realized he’d even been the one to make it.
She rubbed her fingertip over whichever nipple she wasn’t sucking on and suddenly it was his knees that weren’t so steady. “Sweet…Jesus,” he said, ending somewhat forcefully as she sucked him a bit harder, flicked the tip of the other one a bit harder. How had he missed out on this bit of knowledge before?
Then she lifted her head, but kept her gaze averted from his, as if intent on what she was doing and afraid he might stop her. She stepped closer, cupped her own breasts, and—dear, merciful God, that felt so goddamn good—she rubbed those plump nipples of hers across his chest, lifting up on tiptoe so that she could brush his…with hers. He groaned loudly then and when she went to move away, he gripped her and forced her to renew contact.
His hips bucked outward of their own free will, seeking, searching, damn near demanding. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her sweet backside, almost blindly seeking some kind of release. He buried his face in her neck and had to forcibly keep from begging her to let him take her right then. In fact, he had no idea why he didn’t. He was pretty damn sure she wanted the same thing.
But there was something about this…whatever the hell it was they were doing to each other…that begged to be prolonged, spun out to its furthest length, stopping only before one of them snapped.
He decided then he wanted to push this as far as he could. The rest of this night if possible, see how far he could drive them before they gave in to it.
He tipped her head back and looked into her eyes and knew right then that, at the end of this, she was going to give in to it.
But not yet. Not yet.
“I think we’re clean.” He slid out from the wall, willing his cock to subside…just enough so that he could walk. He didn’t think he’d fully subside until he was buried inside her. He took her hand when she simply stood there, suddenly looking uncertain. “Come on. We’re going exploring.”
“We are?” She held her ground.
And that’s when he realized just what it was about her that so intrigued him. She was this odd amalgam of strength and vulnerability. And he was never sure which part was going to surface at any given time.
“Oh yes,” he told her, wondering just what depths this exploration would take them to…and dying to find out. “We are.”