Bolt

24

KARA

She couldn’t help herself. All day and all evening, not going to Bolt had been an act of conscious will. She longed to touch him, to run her hands down his strong arms, and to feel his body pressed against hers.

She couldn’t stop thinking about how his hands felt on her soft skin. His skin was rough in contrast, calloused from years of hard labor. The strength in those hands made her tremble from the inside out.

She couldn’t even talk to him much over dinner. The urge to throw herself at him was too strong. She knew he was distracted by the day’s events, and he was watching for danger, so she tried to do her best to stay out of his way until the camp had settled and the others had gone to their beds. Then her cravings overcame her.

She lay down in her sleeping bag next to Elle like she always did, but her senses were on fire, listening for Bolt. When she heard the very soft sounds of his return, she stayed still for about thirty seconds, her body trembling with anticipation.

She slipped out of her sleeping bag and hurried through the tent flap. Her feet carried her almost noiselessly across the cool sand. She reached Bolt’s side, and her hands were on the zipper of his sleeping bag before she could think. She noticed he was awake as she slid in and pressed her body to his.

He turned to her, and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips, just at the sensation of his body on hers. His hands went around her hips and pulled her close, and she writhed against him, her arms coming up to circle his shoulders.

She found his lips, hot and wet. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, leaning into him. Moans slipped out through the kiss as she felt arousal charging through her. One of his hands slid up her side and grabbed her breast, and she cried out with a sharp yell.

Bolt covered her mouth quickly, and they gave each other a guilty look. She giggled, and to her surprise, he chuckled too. It was quite a serious situation, really. If the others woke to the sound of screaming, they would assume the worst and come running.

I don’t know about Bolt, but I’m not keen to live through that! Kara thought. She resolved to be quiet from now on.

Then Bolt pulled open her shirt, baring her breasts to the cool night air. She laid back on the dirt, stretching out. His strong hands went around her waist, and his lips found her n*****s. Even though she had just promised herself she’d be quiet, a gasp of pleasure slipped through her teeth. Bolt tightened his grip on her, grinding his hips into hers as his other hand came up and kneaded at her breasts while his lips and tongue attacked her n*****s.

She moaned. She couldn’t help it. It was a low, drawn-out sound that she tried to stifle, but she was moving beyond conscious thought. She rocked her head back, opening her legs and letting him grind against her.

“f**k me,” she whispered. The heat and throbbing between her legs were literally driving her wild. She could feel herself getting wet enough to soak her panties. The fire seemed to run from her c**t, right through her throbbing p***y, and up to her n*****s that felt like hot points of fire.

She bucked against the ground, her hands fumbling for his pants, grabbing at them eagerly.

“f**k me,” she breathed into his mouth. “f**k me, please!”

Bolt kissed her, his tongue stroking hers as he caressed her lips with his mouth. She felt his hands opening her pants and rolled and struggled to help him. Somehow, in the act of taking off their clothes, they had rolled away from the sleeping bag and ended up a few feet away, making the sky a witness to their act of love.

Kara had come out on top at some point, and she didn’t hesitate. She kicked her pants free in a violent motion and jumped on top of Bolt, grabbing his shoulders. With a sharp movement of her hips, she thrust him inside her, and this time she did shriek — she couldn’t help it.

He held her hips tightly as she slowly sank down on his massive, throbbing c**k. The sensation of each inch going into her made pleasure run through her whole body, shocking her spine and setting her skin on fire. She moaned in short, sharp bursts until she finally came to rest against him, his hard c**k filling her.

She stayed still, leaning forward with her hands braced on his belly for a moment. She felt her deepest muscles clenching around him, parts of her body she had never known existed wrapping around him and caressing him with a strength she didn’t know she had.

From the rise of his breath, she knew the sensations were just as good for him as they were for her. Slowly, she sat up, her eyes meeting his. The connection she felt at that moment stole her breath and stopped her heart. Her body trembled, and her p***y throbbed, the spasms against his hardness creating new sensations all over again.

The moment she tried to thrust, she cried out again. Friction against that heat made her weak. Bolt reached up and grabbed her hips and began to move gently back and forth, letting her rock. When she slid forward and her c**t ground against the hardness of his belly, she cried out again as her p***y tightened and went through a series of spasms.

When she could think again, her hands were wrapped around Bolt’s shoulders, her nails digging deep into his skin. His eyes were wide and wild, and as his tongue crept to the edge of his mouth, she thought of him as a predator.

Yes, she thought, trembling. Eat me, take me, use me up. I’m yours!

“I’m yours,” she whispered, falling into his gaze. He shook his head, stars glinting in his eyes.

“No,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”