behind her and unhooked her bra. Embarrassment flooded her. She’d never made love in the light of day. She covered her breasts as he tugged her bra off.
“Why do you shield yourself? I won’t hurt you.”
“No, it’s not that.” She was going to die of embarrassment right here, right now. When DeeDee and her parents came to the cabin, they would find her lifeless body decaying on their beautiful hand-hewn wood floor.
“Then what is it?” He lightly stroked her arms.
She swallowed hard, then looked at her feet. All the boldness from a moment ago had disappeared. “I’ve never been naked in front of a man in daylight. I mean, I’m not a virgin or anything.” Her brow knit. “But, of course, you already know that. It’s just that…”
“You’re very beautiful. I love looking at your body. You are like the goddess Aricepta.”
“You have a goddess?”
“We have many gods and goddesses that we worship. Aricepta is the goddess of beauty—you have been touched by her hand.”
“I have?”
He gently tugged away her hands. Her face was so warm that she was afraid it would start glowing any second. But she didn’t cover herself again.
“Your breasts are perfect. High-pointed, with dusky nipples. I love running my tongue over them, sucking them into my mouth.”
She trembled, the ache between her legs grew stronger. He brushed his fingers across one taut nipple. She sucked in her bottom lip, arching toward him.
“I like seeing the need on your face. It matches the one I also feel inside me.” He took her hand and placed it over his erection.
She lightly squeezed, he sucked in a breath.
She’d never really looked at a naked man. At least, not up close. DeeDee had stuck a magazine of sexy naked men in one of her so-called care baskets to Callie, then called her up to ask what she’d thought. Callie had reprimanded her, then mentioned she’d thought the pictures were…uh…enhanced, but right now, she was thinking maybe not.
Looking at pictures, covertly looking at Rogar when he’d been naked, was just not enough. She wanted more. Maybe it was time she became more assertive. She unfastened his pants, then tugged the zipper down, letting his slacks slide down his muscular thighs, and onto the floor. He stood there before her in only his briefs.
She glanced down. That was a really big bulge, but then she already knew he was built rather large. Oh, Lord, just thinking about him buried deep inside her made her want him all the more.
“Your turn,” he said.
“I’m not finished. You still have your briefs on.” She reached for the waistband.”
He grabbed her hands. “Your pants next.”
She stepped closer, letting her nipples graze the hair on his chest. “Don’t you want me to touch you? To run my fingers over your swollen penis.” Had she really said that? She had, and it felt damned good, as though she were superwoman—powerful and strong.
“You first.”
He tweaked her nipple and spasms of pleasure swept through her. Rogar had found her kryptonite. She guessed it didn’t make any difference if she removed her pants. They would both be naked in a few minutes anyway.
She stepped back. “You win.”
He smiled.
“This time.”
His smile dropped, but then she thought he wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to what she was saying as she slid her sweats down, ever so slowly. The way she thought a stripper might perform. Then all of a sudden, she didn’t feel quite so shy. She wanted to turn him on with her body.
When they were around her ankles she kicked them away, then slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties. She slowly lowered them, then halfway down, lost her nerve. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her. There was so much need in his expression.
“Don’t stop,” he said, words husky, but to ease her fears, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugged then downward.
Her mouth went dry. He was big, and this time she wasn’t looking away. When she reached to take him in her hand, he stopped her. Turnabout was fair play, she supposed. She removed her panties, kicking them out of the way.
“Magnificent,” he breathed.
She blushed, and looked away as she felt the heat crawl up her face…again. She was being ridiculous. It wasn’t like there was anything majorly wrong with her body. She was a size six.
She let her gaze roam from his head downward. Broad shoulders, six pack abs, tanned—and no lines that she could see, and she looked closely.
But her gaze slowed when she came to his erection. Now that was magnificent. Thick, sensuous, made to give a woman pleasure. Made to make her cry out in ecstasy. She’d already experienced firsthand how it had felt to have him inside her, and it had been wonderful.
Her gaze rose, meeting his eyes. “You’re not bad yourself.” This time when she reached toward him, he didn’t stop her. Good thing, too, because they would’ve had to have a serious talk if he’d stopped her exploration of his body.
She encircled him, and slowly slid down the foreskin. He jumped. She jerked her hand away. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He took her hand and put it back on him. “It felt good. Don’t stop.”
Tentatively, she rubbed her thumb across the tip of his penis. It felt different than what she’d expected: soft, rubbery, and a little damp. She watched his expression. His eyes were closed and his breathing ragged.
She reached lower with her free hand and cupped his balls, then began to lightly massage. When he groaned, she knew whatever she was doing, she must be doing right. Only problem was, she was getting even more turned on just watching him. And she wanted more.
Leaning forward, she licked across one tight nipple. He sucked in a breath. She gave as much attention to the other one.
More. She wanted more, but before she could figure out exactly what she wanted, he placed his hands on either side of her head, and brought his mouth down to hers.
She tasted his need as his tongue aggressively explored her mouth. Then his hands were sliding down her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He cupped her butt, pulling her against him. This was good. Right there. He’d found the spot that needed scratching.
She couldn’t stand much more. She thought she might burst into flames any moment. She stepped away and quickly went to the suitcase. More heat flooded her face when she pulled out a handful of condoms.
DeeDee made sure she had plenty since Callie had forgotten to pack any. She grabbed one, ripping it open as she hurried back to Rogar. Her hands trembled, but he let her roll it down his length. God, she liked how he felt.
Rogar picked her up and slid into her. She gasped with pleasure as he slowly began to fill her. She tightened her arms around his neck. No one had ever made her feel this way.
She clenched her inner muscles. He cried out and drove deeper.
“More,” she said.
He thrust inside her.
Faster. Harder.
She tightened her legs around his waist.
He thrust again and again.
Faster. Harder.
Yes, this is what had been missing from her life. It felt so good. He slid in, then slid out. Stroking her, filling
