His balls jerk up, and I slide my mouth back slightly as waves of salty, metallic-flavored cum fill it. I swallow his warm release as my pussy spasms around his finger. He continues devouring me like a madman, holding my hips as I spasm and fight him, so sensitive that each swipe of his tongue comes with a blissful intensity I can barely handle.

Finally, I collapse next to him, my mind still spinning with the unparalleled deliciousness of it all. Sexually, I couldn’t imagine a better match…kink for kink, appetite for appetite, hunger for soul-stirring hunger.

Fast, heavy breathing fills the cave, and I raise my head, glancing at Roscoe. He pants deliriously, satisfaction etched on his handsome face. Equally punch-drunk, I lie next to his legs on the tree branches, wrapped in the cozy fragrance of evergreens. He grabs my feet, kissing the top of each one affectionately as his breathing continues to slow.

As I catch my breath, my pulse slowing, I admire how the firelight flickers and dances over his angular planes and bulging muscles. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and I could pinch myself to be lying here like this with him, waves of delight still washing over me.

Resting his head in the curve at the front of my ankles where my feet meet my legs and absent-mindedly stroking my calves, he asks with an irrepressible grin, “Did I do better that time?”

“I loved both times,” I say, lifting my chin defiantly. My voice quivering at the beautiful memories.

“There’s that Aries stubbornness you mentioned earlier.”

I shake my head, smiling.

Motioning for me to lie by him, he urges, “We should get some sleep now. Because I literally can’t after that fucking blowjob. Damn, Ginger.”

“Was it bad?” I ask, self-consciousness gripping me.

“Are you kidding me?” he questions, his cheeks burning and a growl of pleasure filling his throat. “You sucked my soul out of my cock, Sweetness.”

The words make my eyes bug out. “Is that a good thing?”

“Fuck, yes,” he chuckles. “Thank you,” he adds with a contented growl and lopsided grin.

He motions for me to lie with him, and I snuggle happily against his furry, blond chest, listening to his booming heart. The comforting sound instantly lulls me towards sleep. Entangling his strong, long legs with mine, he leans up to pile branches over top of us.

Yawning, I whisper, “We don’t need those. It’s hot in the cave. Don’t you think?”

The corners of his mouth turn down. Draping his arm possessively around my shoulders, he observes, “You’re hot, not the cave.”

“It’s your fault, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles, a tense edge to his voice as he raises his head, caressing my face. His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

Nestling my head against his chest with a satisfied sigh, I return to our game from earlier as he rests his head back. I ask, “Ice skating or horseback riding?”

“Neither.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait, that was a trick question?” he asks, lazily eyeing me. I nod, and he laughs, caressing my back and shoulders, covering my flesh in happy goosebumps.

“Yoga or pilates?”

“You’re being funny now.”

I cling to him despite the heat pouring from his body. His touch is the antidote to the anxiety triggered by the kidnapping, the only reason I can relax. “For your information, I prefer yoga.”

“Noted.” My heart thrills at the one-word response. It’s the first time he’s made it sound like there might be something beyond the cave for us. “What’s your favorite flower?”

“Daisies.”

He blinks, looking confused. “What do you mean? Like the purple and pink ones you see at Easter? Or the orange and red ones that grow wild?

I chuckle. “No, plain white ones with yellow centers.”

He snuggles me closer.