Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Fawn Lowery
Word Count :26250
Publication Date :2010-09-01
Series : #
Heat Level :
Category : Erotic Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-55410-693-6
Molly finds herself at the mercy of a man she once loved—but now her very life depends on her surrendering herself to him.
Molly ran away from Mike once -- now she's stranded with him on a mountain, and at his mercy. She needs his rugged ability to survive in the wilderness and Mike realizes fate has given him another chance to prove his love to Molly. When they are forced to huddle together during the cold nights, they soon heat up the makeshift shelter and rekindle romantic sparks that Molly admits she cannot deny.
“Morning, babe,” Mike murmured in a sleepy voice. He stretched, straightening out his arms and legs, then, before Molly could take any action to stop him, he lifted her body atop his, the back of her head resting atop his left shoulder and her legs stretched out the length of his. “You feel so good to touch,” he said, his hand caressing her from neck to hip.
He took complete charge, as he had the previous night, only now he made no hesitation about sliding his hand into her slacks. His right hand quickly searched its way into her panties, making her gasp out loud as he delved his middle finger into her wet recesses, while his left hand slipped beneath her blouse and pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts.
“Mike!” she sputtered. “Stop!” things were getting out of hand, she admitted and since she had no intention of rekindling their once torrid romance, she needed to call a halt to any and all future intimacy.
“I happen to know first hand, you like my playing,” he said, his tone low and husky. He nipped at her ear with his teeth, and then poked his tongue into the tiny pink shell.
His fingers were inside her, thrusting and wiggling about, sending all sorts of delicious tingles wafting through her. She could hardly catch her breath. And his other hand on her breasts—her nipples were tight little buds aching to be suckled.
“Relax,” he cooed, feeling her stiffen against him. “Relax and let me pleasure you.”
It was impossible to relax.
His hands were driving her to the outer limits of sensibility. Suddenly she grabbed the hand inside her panties and tried to still it.
“You’re about to climax. Relax. Just let it happen,” he ordered.
It was impossible to still his fingers. The pressure of her hand atop his through the thin coverings of panties and slacks made the sensations grow so strong she knew she couldn’t prevent from coming.
And she found she didn’t want to. For an uncontrollable instant she felt like crying. It was starting all over again with Mike and every fiber in her body screamed out in objection. They had no future together—her career was her life.
“Mike!” she gasped the sensations ripped through her insides.
With a quickness that surprised her, Mike thrust her slacks and panties from her body, then splayed her out atop his body, her thighs spread wide across his lap.
The chilly mountain air pressed against her exposed flesh, vividly drawing attention to her nakedness. But then Mike quickly placed both his hands on her, parting her sensitive fleshy lips and resuming the erotic touching that had brought her to near sexual frenzy. His long fingers slid in and out of her wet tissues, gliding up and down along her slick folds.
Molly moaned deep in her throat. She arched her hips and thrust her pussy against Mike’s moving fingers. Reaching, reaching for that inevitable release.
And finding it.
“Oh my God!” she yelped.
“Savor it, baby,” he commanded.