Not to be one to shy away from a challenge, she attempted to beckon a sultry voice, teasing, “I mean…we’re completely naked, outside, in broad daylight, and you’re about ready to bury yourself…”
The buck of his hips, rendered Carrie Ann speechless. Hard pressure slipping against wetness. “Red, you don’t have to say one more word. I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. Just thought maybe you’d been holding something back.”
Before her old nemesis, guilt had time to remotely contemplate the term holding something back, a zing of pleasure shot through her like a flaming arrow. She gasped feeling the thickness, slick and hot, stroking her outside, skating over her sensitive swollen nub. Holding securely to the roll bar, her back arched and hips rolled each time the hard ridge passed over her throbbing clit. The pleasure sensation, maddening.
“Do you want to put this on me?” he questioned tentatively, condom in hand.
A quick beat of silence quickly turned to a minute.
Letting go of the bar, her hands dropped into her lap. Carrie Ann sat motionless, gaping at the foil package. Her hesitancy had nothing to do with the premium quality latex.
She didn’t want anything between them.
She needed to unload the painful wound concealed deep in her heart. The truth she’d kept hidden from him. She should’ve done it years ago, ten years ago, but time passed and with each day the memory buried itself a little deeper. That shred of acknowledging put a mental road block straight in the path to her hooha.
“Red?” He sat upright, brushing his mouth to her. Cupping her jaw, he met her gaze. “Your mind is chasing something. Stay with me. Whatever it is can wait.”
Unable to summon her courage, she agreed with a nod, twisting to find his mouth. Easing her lips open, Summer sank his tongue between her lips, indulging in a long, intimate taste. He didn’t simply just kiss her. He devoured her. The sensual act drew her into the present as the past faded into obscurity.
Without abandoning the kiss, Summer’s hands worked the contraceptive. He guided her arms above her head and she complied, gripping the bar. Trailing his fingers down her body, he outlined her shape with infinite leisure. His cologne mingled with his natural scent, spicy and intoxicating, engulfing her senses.
A faint moan escaped her as he splayed a firm grasp over the full curve of her cheeks, encouraging her to lift. Holding to the bar overhead, she elevated her hips as he readied himself beneath her.
She nudged at the broad head, allowing the tip to glide inside. Taking full control, she lowered slowly, her body molding around the piercing heat. Her thighs contracted raising her hips once, twice, before tolerating complete impalement.
“Yes.” A hiss of pleasure split the quietness around them.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned.
His biceps flexed, palming her bottom, lifting so she topped him again. Loosening the resistance on the bar, she allowed her weight to sink lower, falling into the gravity of a full penetration. Their bodies melded together as he filled her completely again and again. She gripped tighter, alternating between lifting and lowering. The hot, silky friction and coolness of the air, showered her with mind-blowing delight. He supported her with ease, letting her set the pace, permitting her to ride freely. Her body moved with pure abandonment, wild and unrestrained. Neither able to take their eyes off the other, enthralled in unbridled passion covering the other’s face.
Carrie Ann’s legs trembled as the pressure of her climax began to take control. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she threw her head back. Strands of long hair stuck to her damp skin covered in perspiration. The sound of her voice rose in a cry. His hips jutted upward greeting the roll of her hips with deep commanding thrusts.
Her body jerked and bucked, fingers clamped securely to the brace. Summer sat forward, roughly wrapping his arms around her back and hips, driving deeper. Smashing her to his chest, he caught a handful of hair and tugged, fishing for another moan. She happily delivered.
“You love it when I pull your hair,” he growled, fisting his grip tighter into the tresses.
A long, drawn-out moan sufficed as a ‘Yes.’
Their bodies entwined in a fever rush of madness, bucking and thrusting fiercely as another climax broke over her. He tackled her mouth with ravenous, indecent kisses, seizing her hips, propelling himself deeper with his own release.
Struggling for air, she forced her fingers free allowing her arms to fall slack around his neck. Summer’s kisses gentled. She collapsed on top of his chest as he reclined backward into the seat. They clung to each other, absorbing the strong tremors of delight ricocheting through their bodies.
Lying in his arms, Summer still wedged inside, Carrie Ann couldn’t shake the feeling of being a little deprived. She wanted to feel the heat of his release. She wanted to feel the slickness. Wistful romanticism grew stronger with each beat of her heart, leaving her wanting and vulnerable. She found it difficult not to blurt out three little words that had once spilled so easily from her lips.
The temptation scared her. Sentiments caught in her chest. She wasn’t ready. Once she let him in, there’d be no escaping him…there’d be no escaping the truth. The idea of vocally acknowledging the wounds she’d kept buried for so long weaved an unsettling path through her consciousness.
A sweet kiss at her temple brought her back to the gorgeous vision in front of her. Carrie Ann smiled warmly. Pressing her lips to the stubble-covered dimple in his chin, she tried to keep her voice steady. “I think I’ve forgotten how good this can be.”
“I’ve never forgotten,” he whispered near her ear, his deep voice a caress against her skin.
Summer rummaged through a backpack lying on the backseat, retrieving a wet washcloth from a large Ziploc baggie. Pushing himself to an upright position, he opened the door, and assisted her from his lap. Scrambling out of the vehicle, he discarded the condom to the baggie, warming the cloth in his hand before washing each of them thoroughly.
“How many of those Ziplocs do you have in the backpack?”
A flash of white smile disappeared behind his shirt, as he yanked it over his head. “Three.”
“Good answer,” she giggled, slipping into her shorts.
They spent the next hour and a half hiking along the spine of the range. She huffed and puffed, feeling a shortness of breath in the thin mountain air. Summer navigated his way up a trail of sorts, stopping at an overlook.
“Wow.” Her breath diminished, riveted by the stunning panoramic views. The complete scope of Montana solitude on full display. Mother Nature showed off her beauty in vivid blends of yellows and greens. Not to be left out, the sophisticated greys and burnt sienna of the surrounding peaks stood erect like soldiers protecting the alpine cirque in the valley below. The considerable trek well worth every ache and pain she’d feel in her glutes later.
“Nice perspective, isn’t it?” He retrieved a blanket fastened to the bottom of his pack and rolled it out on a flat patch of ground in the sun.
“I’d say this qualifies as a million dollar view.”
“You think? I was thinking we might have to go to Paris for the million dollar view.”
“Paris? I’ve never been.”
“Or maybe St. Lucia, Italy, Seychelles…I have a list of places I want to take you.”
“You’ve been getting around.”
“Actually, out of the bunch, I’ve only been to Paris. And I wasn’t on vacation. I was there while filming…”
“You know you don’t have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Take me places to impress me.”
A low filthy chuckle sifted through the tendrils of loose hair as he moved in behind her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The sinfully rich, melodious tone made her toes curl.