once more and nibbled his way from knees to pussy until she squirmed against his voracious mouth. He tasted her, licked her, suckled her clit, and he fucked her sweet pussy with his tongue and fingers, forcing her up to a peak that made her mewl, buck and rub her gorgeous cunt against his mouth.
Then, when her whimpers died down, he renewed his efforts to make her tremble and quiver all over again.
When he finally donned a condom and climbed over her, Axel noticed her white-knuckled grip on the bars of the rustic log headboard. Thankful she hadn’t suffered any splinters as a result, he blanketed her very compliant body with his, slid one arm beneath her head, and raised one of her legs with his other.
“Hold me,” he told her, and she responded with a quick tight hug around his neck. “Don’t let go.” He kissed her hard and pushed into her tight, damp pussy with agonizing slowness.
He drank in her moan and groaned in return as he gently entered her again and again, drawing out each thrust, stretching her inner muscles and pausing every time he buried himself inside her.
“Oh, my, that feels wonderful,” Dakota whispered against his ear. It hadn’t taken long for her fingers to weave into his hair, the sensation of her touch an aphrodisiac to his libido.
He hesitated, trying to catch his breath, hoping to hold off a little longer.
He pulled almost out of her, felt her lift her hips toward him, and then shoved in harder than he had before.
“Yes,” she said against his neck.
He used his hand beneath her butt to hold her in place, pull her toward him, as he repeated the thrust.
She whimpered and clung to his shoulders.
“There’s more,” he warned, the words a mere whisper in her ear.
“Oh, God…”
“Hang on.” He nipped her earlobe, laved her jaw line, and kissed her thoroughly as he released the last cord of his restraint and fucked her with deep, solid strokes.
She felt too good…in his arms, beneath him, wrapped around his cock. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, and she cried out her pleasure.
He followed with a powerful orgasm of his own, the rapture leaving him lightheaded and spent.
Though his muscles trembled from the force of his release, the tender kiss she pressed to his cheek struck him like an arrow to the heart.
Chapter Four
Dakota felt no pain this morning. In fact, she doubted she’d ever felt better. Her body had been well used, she’d had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than she’d had in forever, and she was surrounded by warmth.
Her nose itched. Something tickled it. She slowly pried her eyes open and looked at the back of a furry head. In fact, fur pressed along her whole front and she had her arm around Falke. Behind her was the long, warm, bare male body of Axel, his arm around her, holding her tight, her head cradled by his arm and his warm breath brushing against her hair.
A slow smile overtook her and she closed her eyes, pressing her face against Falke’s fuzzy head. He smelled of the outdoors. Fresh and clean. She buried her hand in the fur of his chest. He started purring, which made her grin grow. “Morning, Falke,” she whispered. “Get lonely downstairs?”
He made a soft sound that almost sounded like “uh-huh,” and Dakota giggled.
“Wha—?” Axel lifted his head.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Axel’s bleary-eyed stare. “Mornin’,” she said. “Look who came to join us.”
Axel looked over her shoulder and sighed. “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?” After a short pause, he chuckled. “I think the fire burned out and he got cold.”
She leaned back a bit and kissed his stubbled chin.
“I hadn’t noticed.” The air was cool, chilly really, though under the covers with big, warm cat on one side and long, hot male on the other, she was toasty warm.
Axel dipped his head and kissed her lips lightly.
“Stay here until I get the cabin warmed up. I’ll start the generator when I bring in wood, and we’ll have a hot breakfast.”
She smiled at him and nodded. “Sounds good.”
He kissed her again, then threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. “Shit! Okay, it’s colder than I thought.” He laughed as he pulled on his jeans, hopping from one foot to the other, nearly toppling over, and making silly little sounds as he hurried for the ladder and disappeared out of sight.
Dakota sighed and relaxed back into the pillows and Falke, rubbing his side, digging her fingers into his soft fur. She hugged him and rested her head against his neck. “You’re a good kitty, aren’t you?”
His purr got louder, and she felt his tail flick against her shin under the covers.
“I wish I could take you home with me.” She dropped her voice to a whisper so Axel couldn’t hear her. “I wish I could take you both home with me.”
Falke made that little question mark sound and dipped his head to lick the inside of her wrist.
“I know, I know, this is just a vacation fling. I’m sure I’m not the first woman Axel has brought up here and shared this bed with. I’m also sure I won’t be the last. But…” She sighed. “He’s just so…incredible.”
The purring stopped, and Falke rolled over. He stared at her with eyes she could swear were filled with intelligence.
“You always seem to know what I’m saying.”
The cat nuzzled her neck with his cool, wet nose, and she giggled and pushed his face away from her.
“God, can you see me walking down Freemont Street with you on one side of me and Axel on the other? Bet that would deter the muggers.”
A low grumble came out of the cat, not quite a growl, but close.
She frowned at him. “It only happened once.”
He bared his teeth, his lips pulling back, and this time there was no question he growled.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It wasn’t really a mugger, just a teenaged purse snatcher. Nothing major. A stupid Midwesterner saw it happen and took off after the guy. I got my purse back, then had to tell the small-town Good Samaritan that chasing a purse snatcher was a good way to get himself killed.” She shrugged. “Then I took him out to dinner, since his buddies had abandoned him to go off to some brothel. He had a fiancee back home.”
She loosened her hold on Falke and leaned back into the pillows. “How come I can’t find a guy like that? Or like Axel. Only one that isn’t temporary? I mean, I suppose I paid for this trip, and he’s supposed to wait on me, cook my meals, make sure I don’t freeze to death, but do you know what my last boyfriend did?”
Falke nudged her shoulder with his nose when she stopped talking, when she’d slipped into the memory that to this day made her furious. She heard the generator fire up outside. “He was at a buddy’s house one night, drinking, and they ran out of beer. He called me at one in the morning, when I had class at eight, and wanted me to make a beer run for them.”
A low grumble came out of the cat again, and he bared his teeth a little bit.
“Yeah, well, I let him have it. Then I changed my phone number.” She shrugged. “And since then I guess I’ve just been too busy to look.” She scratched Falke’s ears, ran her fingertips over the silky tips and laughed when he flicked them and shook his head. “Sorry.” She went back to scratching. “I really like Axel, you know?
But part of me doesn’t know if it’s just been so long since I got any, or if there’s really something special about him. Not that it matters if there is,” she hurried to add then frowned at the cat. “I’m having a heart-to-heart with a mountain lion. That’s got to tell you something, doesn’t it?” Dakota really wished one of her friends was there to smack her upside the head and tell her what she already knew deep down inside. She wasn’t supposed to get attached to a vacation fling.
