He stared down at her with heavy eyelids. “How does it feel now?”
“Absolutely obscene.” She flicked the tip of his erection with her tongue, then slowly slid her mouth over the bulbous head.
His fingers clenched her hair, pulling almost painfully. Unable to move her head, she slid her hands up the back of his thighs to his ass and pulled him forward, forcing him deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck.” He unclenched his fingers, which gave her room to move.
Maintaining eye contact, she gripped the base and slowly withdrew. He kneaded her scalp again and she matched her motion to his, sliding up and down his shaft in time to his fingers rubbing back and forth.
Desire suffused her body. It was the hottest moment of her life.
“Damn it. I’m gonna come fast. If you don’t want it in your mouth, tell me.”
A sense of power flowed through her, heightening her own hunger. She was on her knees in the middle of the river, but she held all the control. She slid her mouth down as far as she could, almost to the base, and sucked as she pulled up to the head.
She wanted him at her mercy. She wanted to take him to the brink and force him over the edge.
“Son of a motherfucker.” He pushed his hips forward and tilted his head, closing his eyes. “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you. You like having me at your mercy.”
Kinley picked up her pace, hollowing her cheeks as she slid up. The water felt electrified, sparking over her skin and sending a craving shooting through her body.
His ass cheek clenched under her other hand and his fingers gripped tight in her hair. He shuddered and groaned, head falling back as warm come filled her mouth. She swallowed and pumped with her hand and mouth, urging him on.
His fingers relaxed and went back to rubbing small circles on her scalp. She lapped at his softening erection, then kissed her way up his happy trail to his belly button.
He grasped her under her arms. “Up.”
She stood and barely had her feet under her before he grabbed her ass and picked her up.
“Give me your mouth.”
Kinley grabbed the back of his head and did as he demanded. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned in the water and waded back to shore.
In front of the tent, he broke their kiss. “I’m glad I gave you lots of time to rest today.”
“Why’s that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because I’m going to wear you the fuck out.”
God, she hoped so.
* * *
Kinley shoved her dry but stiff clothes into her backpack. She would never take a washing machine for granted again. She’d assumed the dig site camp would have some sort of laundry tent, even if it meant hand washing her clothes, and had packed accordingly. Her only choices that morning had been the somewhat clean and stiff undergarments from the day prior, or smelly, ripe underwear from the day before that that. Somewhat stiff and clean it had been.
“Kinley!” Shane rushed through the edge of the jungle. “Come here. You need to see this.”
“What is it?”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. “You’ll see.”
She followed him into the tree line several feet from their camp to a large stone structure.
“Oh my god.” She stared reverently for several moments before walking around it. Standing about eight feet high, it was a pillar carved on all four sides. Although weathered and worn, the structure was mostly intact even with small plants sprouting from some crevices.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Can you read it?”
