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  "I'll try."

  I put my lips to the inside of her knee, then the other. Laved kisses up the insides of her thighs, one side and the other, pushing her legs farther apart with each kiss as I went. Every once in a while I'd look up at her, make sure she was looking at me. And she was, the whole time. Eyes wide but brows drawn, lower lip caught between her teeth. The closer I got to her pussy, the harder she breathed; by the time my breath was soughing over her pussy, she was almost hyperventilating.

  "Keep breathing, babe. Slow breaths in and out. And if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. I'll stop immediately."

  "I'm totally panicking right now, but don't you dare stop. I might strangle you with my thighs, though."

  I shifted a little closer to her, nudged her thighs farther apart, pushed her feet closer to her buttocks, and now she was spread wide for me, opened for me. And god, what a gorgeous pussy. Tight, a thin, trimmed scrim of curly black hairs...god. I wanted it. I needed to taste it. I glanced back up at Lola.

  "Keep going, Thresh. Just...go slow."

  I just touched her at first. One finger, my index finger, trailing from the top of her pussy downward. She shivered as I traced her opening, feathered my touch over the tight firm lips. I gently flicked the beautiful little hard button of her prominent clit and she gasped, and then I circled my fingertip against it, barely touching, and her head fell back on her neck, whimpering.

  "Look at me, Lola," I commanded. "Watch me as I finger your pussy."

  She lifted up a little more, watching as I ran my finger around her clit. "That feels too good--oh god..."

  I moved my finger down, to the entrance of her channel, and slid my finger into her wet tight warmth. Dragged her wetness out of her and smeared it against her clit. "You're wet for me, Lola." I slid two fingers in, then drew them out of her and showed her my slick, glistening fingers. "See how wet you are?"

  "It's you, the way you touch me. You make me so wet. You make me ache."

  "You're aching?" I asked, sliding my fingers back in, pulling them out and then pushing back in, then going to her clit again, slow circles around the now-lubricated nerve center of her sex. "Aching for what?"

  "Oh....mmmmm..." She moved her hips, head lolling back again. "More."

  I circled faster, until her hips were gyrating. "More of what?"

  "You."

  "You can have anything you want, Lola."

  She jerked her head up to glare at me. "This again?" She sounded as riled up and turned on as she did frustrated. "You're gonna make me ask, aren't you?"

  "Damn right I am," I said. "I like to hear you talk dirty. It's so fucking sexy."

  I slowed my touch, ran my tongue along her inner thigh, right along the crease where inner thigh met labia, and she gasped, a breathy, whining sharp intake of air.

  "That, Thresh. Your mouth." She shoved her hips at me, seeking more of my lips. "Put your mouth on me."

  I kissed around her pussy, over the top, just barely missing her clit, then down the other side. "My mouth is on you."

  She huffed. "Damn you..." She flopped down, scooted her ass to the edge of the platform, and reached her hands to clutch my head. "Lick my cunt, Thresh. Make me come with your mouth. Don't stop, no matter what I say or do."

  I nearly came in my pants, then, but managed to hold it back. "Play with your tits while I lick your cunt, Lola."

  I watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, and that too was so erotic I could barely contain myself. I slid my two fingers deep inside her, curled them to finger her G-spot, and when she bucked her hips off the platform, I knew I'd found it, and that's when I dove in, flicking my tongue over her clit, a questing first taste. She gasped, and her grip on my head tightened. I licked again, from the bottom of her pussy to the top, pressing in at the apex to flatten my tongue against her clit, and then I began circling, alternating with side-to-side flicks, changing at random, glancing up now and then to watch her roll her nipples between her fingertips, then squeeze her breasts hard and knead them, then return to flicking and pinching and rolling her nipples.

  The more I licked her clit, the breathier and more frantic her breathing became, until she was almost hyperventilating again, each breath in a sob, panicked, frenzied.

  "Oh fuck, oh fuck--Thresh, Jesus--" she bit out, and then her head jerked up and she stopped toying with her breasts to lean on her elbows, just watching now. Her eyes darted around, and I realized she was feeling the panic then, feeling the eyes on her.

  Time to amp it up. I slid my fingers in and out, curling as I slid them in to brush her G-spot, then sliding out, faster and faster, increasing the pace of my tongue against her clit. She fell back to the platform, and her fingernails dug into my scalp and she was jerking me against her pussy, riding my face, grinding against me, legs around my shoulders and clinging tight. All the while, she was sobbing, gasping, periodically jerking her eyes open to meet my gaze.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed. "Oh god, please, please--"

  I didn't know what she was begging for, who she was begging to, but I didn't stop, even as her sobs took over, replacing the gasps and the whimpers. Tears streamed down her face, but she was writhing against me and had my head in a death-grip, holding me so hard against her pussy that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd tried. She was levered up on her elbows, staring at me, watching me, and I saw the fear, the panic, but I also saw that she was working through it, letting herself feel it.

  She broke apart on a sob. Her spine left the platform, her shoulders taking her weight, feet digging against my shoulders, pushing away, pushing herself up and away even as she clung to my head with both hands, my tongue moving in a wild frenzy, fingers gliding in and out hard and fast, squelching in her wet channel, bringing her up, up--

  "THRESH!"

  She arched, paralyzed, spine bowed out, hips fluttering in tiny helpless circles as I licked her past her orgasm, past her climax.

  Eventually, she relaxed, letting her spine and ass meet the platform once more, hips still jerking as the after-shocks wracked her, and I laved her through those, too.

  She finally pushed me away, panting. "Stop, stop. God, please stop now--it's too much, fuck, it's too much--"

  I let her stop me, sank back onto my haunches and watched her pant, chest heaving, tits bouncing with each desperate breath. Eventually, I stood up, licking her essence off my fingers as she watched. "You come so beautifully, Lola," I said. "I think I need to watch you come a few more times."

  She shook her head as I bent over her, claiming her mouth. "Mmmm-mmm," she said, and broke the kiss. "My turn. Your turn, I mean."

  She ripped at the closure of my jeans, opening the button, jerking down the zipper, shoving them down past my hips, freeing my cock to sway and bounce, hardening yet more under her gaze.

  "Fuck, Thresh. That cock of yours is just too beautiful." She wrapped her hand around it; glanced at me, then back down at it. "It's so big, so much. It's perfect, and I'm scared it won't fit."

  I counted sheep and clenched my PC muscles as she caressed my length. "We'll go slow. You need to come again. The more you come, the looser and more ready for me you'll be."

  "I'm not sure I'll ever be ready," she said. "And I'm not sure I can come again."

  "Rub me against your clit," I told her. "Use my cock like a dildo."

  She pressed the head of my dick against her clit and rubbed in circles, and fuck, fuck, fuck, I had to clench, had to hold back, because she felt so good, just the soft warmth of her clit against my crown felt like heaven. It wasn't taking her long, despite her worry that she wouldn't be able to come again. It was almost too much, watching her use me to make herself feel good, watching her hand around my cock, using me to stimulate her hard little clit until she was writhing against my cock, gasping now, whimpering, gyrating.

  I had to close my eyes and clench and focus, because I was on the edge, and if I didn't stop myself now, I'd come all over her belly and pussy and both of our hands,
and then she'd be covered in my come--

  I had to jerk out of her grip and stumbled backward, breathing through clenched teeth, counting out loud: "One...two...three...four..."

  "You're that close?"

  "You almost made me come all over you," I said.

  "Oh..." This was breathy, aroused. "That would've been pretty hot, I think."

  "Goddamn it, don't encourage me, woman."

  "You want to come on me?"

  I opened my eyes to slits, still breathing hard, even though I'd gotten myself under control by that point. "One of these days I'll come on you. I'll paint your tits with my come, and watch it trickle down your stomach."

  She reached for me, palmed my ass and hauled me back between her legs, then wrapped her hands around my erection, her touch on my cock gentle, soft, her eyes impassioned and hooded with erotic heat. "Would you come on my face?" she breathed.

  "Only if you told me to."

  "I've never done that before," Lola murmured, stroking me slowly. "But I've thought about it. Maybe I'll let you, sometime."

  I reached between her thighs and found her clit, gave her the light fast circling touch she liked best. "You want that, baby? You want to wrap both of your hands around my cock and suck me and jerk me off until I shoot my come all over your face?"

  "Oh--oh fuck, you and your goddamn talented hands, Thresh!" she said, panting, "How can you get me off so fucking fast? Jesus, Jesus, oh fuck, that's right, just like that, don't stop, don't--fuck, oh fuck, don't stop! Yes! I want that! Ohhhhh--"

  I had her riding my fingers again, and this time all I had to do was slide them inside her and press my thumb against her clit and let her writhe against my finger and she did all the work, fucking my fingers hard and fast, her grip on my cock mercifully tight, squeezing hard involuntarily until I hissed at the pain of it, but it was good, because watching her fuck my fingers was the hottest thing yet.

  "I'm coming, Thresh, I'm coming again!"

  "Come hard for me, beautiful," I murmured, "let me feel you clench around my fingers."

  She squeezed her vag muscles hard around my fingers. "Like that? Oh--oh--ohhhhh--"

  "Fuck me, Lola, you do that around my cock and I won't stand a chance."

  I wasn't exaggerating. If she felt that tight around my fingers, and then squeezed even tighter? I'd come so hard so fast it wouldn't even be funny.

  She writhed and ground on my fingers, whimpering and gasping through her climax, and then flopped backward, panting.

  I stood and stared down at her exotic beauty, made all the more intoxicating in the glow of two orgasms. "You are so goddamned beautiful, Lola."

  She sat up all the way. Stared up at me for several long moments, and I couldn't quite read her thoughts, this time.

  "You have protection?"

  I nodded. "In my bag," I said, indicating the backpack on the ground by the fire.

  "Get it."

  "You're sure?" I cupped her face, bent down to kiss her. "We can take this as slow as you--"

  "I'm scared out of my mind, and I'm more turned on than I've ever been," she said. "I'm torn between wanting to run as far and fast as I can because I'm scared out of my fucking head, and wanting to jump on your cock and ride you like a mustang at the rodeo."

  God, when she said shit like that, it was the hardest thing not to grab her hips and start fucking. I needed her so goddamned bad. I'd never wanted anyone this bad, never needed anything this desperately. I needed to be inside her. I needed to come. I needed to feel her pussy wrapped around me, clenching, throbbing, coming.

  It took every ounce of self-control I had in me right then to keep my hands at my sides, to not seize and take her the way I wanted.

  But this wasn't about me, this was about her.

  Bad alpha. Down boy.

  I sucked in a breath, let it out. "Lola--"

  She bent forward and took my cock in her mouth before I could react, shutting me up instantly, fists sliding and fluttering at my base, and then she took me deep, sucked hard and bobbed down on me once, twice, three times, backing away when I hissed through gritted teeth.

  "I'm choosing the second option, Thresh," she said, her voice sultry and low, "so get the goddamn condom."

  12: SCREAMING IN THE MANGROVES

  My heart was hammering so hard in my chest my ribcage hurt. I was only barely in control of my panic. I felt the eyes. I felt watched. I was constantly fighting the urge to scan the clearing for hidden cameras. So far, I was winning. And thank fuck for that, because Thresh was...incredible wasn't a strong enough word. His fingers, his mouth...the things he could do with them. God, I was shuddering, still feeling it, still quaking from the aftershocks.

  But his words?

  I don't think he understood how potent his constant praise was. I got the impression he didn't think he was good with words, but he always seemed to know exactly what I needed and wanted to hear. He could get me crazy just by talking, just by telling me what he was going to do.

  Had I really told him I wanted him to come on me? That'd always been a hard line for me, with--before. One of the few things we'd never done...but now, with Thresh in front of me, with his huge hard thick iron rod of a cock swaying in front of my face, just begging for me to touch it and lick it and suck it and ride it and make him come a dozen different ways, fuck, I wanted to watch him come, wanted to just caress him with my hands as slowly and for as long as I could, until he shot his load all over my hands... I shivered, picturing, imagining how it'd feel, how it'd look, his eyes squeezed shut, rugged, handsome features twisted in ecstasy as I slid my hands up and down that massive, glorious cock of his, that perfect specimen of manhood, and then he'd give me a warning, or better yet, he wouldn't, he'd be so caught up in how good I was making him feel that he'd just come, and it would squirt out of his cock like a fountain, and it would hit my tits, hot and wet and thick and viscous, or maybe--god, maybe I'd aim his cock at my face and take that milk, musky seed on my face, sticky and hot and salty on my lips and down my chin--

  I felt heat clenching between my thighs, and I realized I was getting myself worked up just thinking about this. So I went with it. Better than the fear, the panic, the irrational worry.

  He stood in front of me, his gaze hot, but full of compassion and concern. I was still flushed and loose from the second orgasm he'd just given me. He'd fingered me, and he'd gone down on me, and fuck, his tongue inside me, fluttering against my clit, that was the stuff of fantasies, his fingers inside me...but using his cock to rub my clit, that was--whatever was better than a fantasy.

  I could still barely breathe from the power of how hard I'd come, and now I was aching all over again, throbbing, and he was just standing there, cock hard and at attention, begging for me.

  I needed more.

  I was ready for more.

  The hungry, lust-hot, lascivious gleam in his eyes, there and gone in a quick gleam, told me which option he preferred. The way his cock twitched and straightened, visibly hardened, the way his hands curled into fists, the way his muscles tensed as he fought for control, fighting the urge to ravage me, most likely--

  He was holding back, for me, I realized.

  He was a rough, take-charge, dominant man, and he was holding those instincts at bay for me. No way I'd have gotten this far, through this much of my own mental fuckery, if he'd just gone for me the way I figured he normally would have, just grabbing and commanding and ordering and taking what he wanted. I was a mess, and required a good bit of finessing.

  Oh, I knew once I was in full possession of my old libido, I'd want his dominance, want him to take me anywhere and everywhere and any time. I'd expect that from him. But for now, I was beyond grateful that he was working as hard as I could tell he was to let me set the pace, giving me time to work myself past my barriers and fears.

  Fucking hell, watching him hold back like that was sexier than anything I'd ever seen. His jeans were down around his thighs, his balls heavy and taut against his shaft,
a hint of tree-trunk-thick thighs.

  "Lola," he started protesting, but there was nothing for him to say.

  I gripped his shaft, marveling at the way my middle fingers didn't meet my thumbs, stroking him near the root. I bent forward and filled my mouth with him, giving him strokes of my hands around his base as I welcomed more of his goddamn perfect cock into my mouth, rolling my tongue against him, taking him to the back of my throat, sucking, backing away, and then committed to it, bobbed on him, doing my best impression of a porn star, fucking his cock with my mouth a few times, until I felt him tense and heard him hiss, and then I knew I had to stop, because as much as I really truly did want to watch and feel him come like this, it wasn't what I needed.

  I needed to be fucked.

  No, that wasn't right. Earlier, it had been more than a blowjob, and this...what Thresh and I were about to do...it was going to be so much more than fucking.

  I met his gaze. "I'm choosing the second option, Thresh, so put on the goddamn condom."

  I didn't have to tell him twice.

  He did two things at once, then, kicking off one boot and then toed off the sock, then did the same with the other foot, all the while rummaging in the backpack for a box of condoms--magnums, obviously, and that reminded me of just how massive the man was, especially his cock.

  He shucked his jeans in a flash, and then he was beautifully, intoxicatingly naked, and good goddamn, what a man. What a fucking man. Huge, larger than life, massive and exuding power, a real-life colossus, a Titan made flesh. Rippling with muscle, ripped and gnarled with scars, carved out of living marble, but no statue ever carved had ever boasted the dizzying proportions of the man standing proudly before me; I'd certainly never seen a statue with a twelve-inch cock.

  I reached up, grabbed his handsome, rugged face in my palms and brought him down to me, sought his kiss, because holy fucking hell that man could kiss like a god, and his kisses never failed to erase any fears, never failed to quiet my panic and never failed to add fuel to my raging libido.

  But there was something...missing. Something holding me back.

  I pulled back, stared into his eyes and held him and breathed him in, and then, in a flash, it hit me, the one thing I was missing in that moment. "I--Thresh, I need something, before we do this."