whiskered cheek scraped her while he moved down to her shorts.
She lifted her hips as he slowly, sensuously slid them down her legs and left her completely bare to him.
Sheâd never felt more vulnerable.
Kyleâs gaze locked and held hers as he rose to his feet and kicked his boots off.
She held her breath as he reached to the waist of his unbuttoned pants and then slid them and his briefs down his long, hairy legs.
If she lived to the end of time, she wouldnât ever forget the way he looked standing there in the dim light of the lamp, his cock erect, his body perfect. He was pure male beauty. Completely unadorned and completely stunning.
With a charming smile he moved to a small backpack and pulled out a box of condoms and an army green bandanna.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked as he started folding up the olive green cotton fabric.
âRemember the scene with Ren in the cavern?â
Her face heated up instantly. âWhat about it?â
His smile turned ravenous. âI couldnât find the chocolate sauce, butâ¦â
She stiffened as he put the bandanna over her eyes. âI donât know about this.â
âTrust me, little teacher. I promise you, you wonât regret it.â
âIâd better not.â
He knotted the blindfold over her eyes. Marianne swallowed as she tried to see through the fabric.
It was useless.
She had no idea where Kyle was. Not until she heard the sound of foil tearing. Then Kyle was back, his warm hands urging her toward the back of the cave.
âWhat are you doing?â
It felt as if he was seating her on a large rock that he had covered with one of the blankets. âIâm going to take my time savoring you, little teacher.â
He rested her hips against the rock, then nudged her legs open. Marianne leaned back, unsure why she was allowing him to do this, and yet it was so wildly erotic that she couldnât bear the thought of stopping him.
Her entire body sizzled and throbbed with anticipation. With demanding hunger that longed to feel him deep inside her.
He trailed his hands from her knees, up the insides of her thighs. She shivered in expectation of him touching her where she ached for him.
He didnât, and she almost whimpered in disappointment.
Instead his hands skimmed up her ribs, massaging and tormenting her more.
âTouch me, Kyle,â she whispered.
She felt his lips touch her breast. Marianne groaned as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth while his hand skimmed down the outside of her thigh until he finally trailed it to the center of her.
His long, hard fingers parted her nether lips before they stroked her swollen cleft. She shivered as he massaged her clitoris.
She hissed as he finally gave her a modicum of relief.
Kyle growled at how good she tasted and at how well she responded to his caresses. He liked a fiery woman, and this one had more fire than her share.
Wanting more of her, he left her breast and kissed his way down to the part of her he wanted most.
She actually yelped the first time he licked her cleft. Laughing at her reaction, he spread her nether lips wide and ran his tongue over the hard edge of her clit, sucking and teasing her until she was on the brink of climax.
Marianne struggled to breathe. She leaned back on her arms, giving him as much of her as she could. Never in her life had she felt anything more incredible than him tasting her.
Wanting to see him, she started to remove the blindfold, only to find his hands stopping her.
âI thought you wanted to be Ren,â he said.
She hesitated. Ren was the kind of woman who would be in this cave with a stranger, not Marianne Webernec. Marianne always played by the rules. She always played it safe.
Today she didnât want to be a Goody Two-shoes.
âOkay.â
Kyle kissed her shoulder, then turned her over so that she was leaning on her arms and stomach against the
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