Page 94 of Chasing Paradise

My hips shifted so his cock could press against my cleft. And then I was rocking against him as he continued to tease me with his mouth.

It wasn’t long before we were both aching for more.

Wick sat back, his arms braced behind him, his molten gaze on me.

“I need you to fuck me,” he said, his voice a rough caress.

There was no hesitation.

I rose up, shifted back, and felt the head of him pressing against me.

Sucking in a deep breath, I lowered down.

A whimper escaped me as he filled me, and my hips wiggled a bit when he was settled deep.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, hips bucking up, creating a delicious little pinch as he surged deeper.

His hands drifted up my sides, teased over my breasts as I started to ride him.

It wasn’t long before he lay back, watching the show.

“I wish you could see what I’m seeing,” he murmured, fingers sinking into my hips as I rode him.

I wanted to go soft and slow, to really soak up the beauty—the greenery, the sun on our skin, the waterfall, the man beneath me—but the desire was too demanding.

I rode him hard and fast, my whole body tensing as I got driven right to that edge, then crashed over, crying out.

Wick rocked up into me, coming on the tail end of my orgasm with a long groan.

I lowered down onto him afterward, resting my head against his heartbeat as we both came back down.

“You’re gonna get sunburn on your ass,” Wick said, giving my butt a squeeze.

I grumbled as I slid away from him, sitting on my butt on the lush greenery for a long second before I remembered, well, the bugs.

I rushed to my feet, grabbed my last fresh clothes, and set to cleaning up and getting dressed.

Between the deep sleep of safety, some food, lots of water, a great shower, and some toe-curling sex, I was actually feeling happy and floaty, despite still being, you know, stranded in the rainforest.

“So, are we—“ I started.

And it was right then we heard their voices.

Close.

Dangerously close.

Close enough that it was entirely possible they’d heard me.

We didn’t stop to think or try to run.

We scooped up our bags and rushed behind the waterfall.

Unfortunately, not fast enough, though.

Bullets lodged into the rocks just behind me, missing my back by inches.

“Fuck,” Wick hissed, pulling me with him, getting us past the waterfall just before bullets flew through it.

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