Page 73 of Kiss Across the Universe
The idea of sitting sounded marvelous.
He dug into the pack and pulled out the rolled up rubber sheet that they had slept on, and spread it over the top of the rock.
Alannah stared at it, puzzled. “Tablecloth?” she asked.
Kit put his hands on her waist and drew her to him and kissed her. It was not a tentative kiss at all. It held heat and intention. And it roused her from her tiredness with greater efficiency than an entire pot of coffee.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervor.Thiswas exercise she was quite happy to do.
Kit lifted her and put her on the rock, so that she was sitting with him between her knees.
“I see,” she said, as his hands slipped up under her tunic. He cupped her breasts, and toyed with the nipples and she drew in a shuddering breath, as pure wanting exploded along her veins and nerves, turning her middle into a throbbing core.
“Dessert first,” Kit muttered, raising her tunic and exposing her breasts. He feasted on them, making her crazy with need and fizzing excitement. Then he calmly stripped her of her boots and leggings and spread her knees even further.
“Oh….” She sighed and clutched at him as he gripped her hips and placed her at the front edge of the rock, her ass on the edge of the sheet. Then he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and slid into her. She was more than ready and his quick thrust was delicious.
His thrusts grew deeper and harder, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and let herself sink into the pleasure and let it build. Their movements grew more frantic. Alannah didn’t think she would climax, not after a night of intense pleasure, but the electric current caught at her, picked her up like a leaf on an ionized stream. Her climax hit, good and strong, mere seconds before Kit shuddered through his own.
Kit groaned and rested his head on her shoulder. “I’ve been unable to think of anything else since you mentioned dessert,” he said roughly. Then he straightened and slid out of her and fastened his jeans. “But I did hear your stomach protesting, too. Let’s get a fire going. I will eat any meat you don’t. I’m starving like I haven’t eaten for a week.”
Alannah dressed and went in search of firewood. At these lower levels, wood was in good supply. Kit found a spot for a fire, one that had been used by other hikers, for a convenient ring of rocks marked the spot, and old ashes and soot covered them.
The last meal was another pasta dish, with Cajun chicken pieces. They both ate hungrily. Alannah tossed some of the bison into the pan when they were done, to soak up the sauce and the spices. They ate it with their fingers, tearing it apart with their teeth.
Then the promised coffee, which tasted even better today than it had the last two days, despite being instant and initially bitter.
Alannah took the cup to the rock where the sheet was still spread out, climbed up onto it, and stretched out with a sigh, the cup on her stomach. “Perfection,” she decided. Then she propped herself up on her elbows and finished the coffee.
Kit stayed sitting on the low rock by the fire, watching her with a small smile.
“You could join me,” she suggested, raising a brow.
“In a minute, maybe.” He hesitated. “You do a lot of orienteering?”
“Not as much as I would prefer to in the last few years. But for a while, I was doing a contest nearly every week. Why?”
“I was wondering…were you ever tempted to cheat? To jump ahead, maybe?”
She smiled and shook her head. “That would defeat the point.”
“The point being?”
“Orienteering is nearly the exact opposite of what I do when I jump around the timescape.”
He frowned. “You jump from point to point on the timescape, but orienteering… you have to traverse the whole distance yourself?”
“Exactly. And I’ve got to see some amazing landscapes up close and personal, that I might have missed otherwise. Makes you appreciate the true size of the planet.” She laughed. “Especially when you look on a large scale map and realize that the distance you jogged over the last two days looks like an ant’s step compared to the miles on the map.”
“Some might say the same thing about driving from place to place instead of flying there.”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, it’s something like that. I think.” She laughed again. “I don’t fly or drive anywhere, so how would I know?” She finished the coffee, put the cup aside and laid down again. The sun was warming the ambient air quite nicely.
She closed her eyes, then shivered and opened them again.
The sun was all wrong. It was too far west and all the warmth had gone out of it.
And Kit was beside her on the rock, fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly.
