A curse spewed from his lips, his usual innate sense lost in his passionate torrent, and he abruptly spun them both so she was no longer pinned beneath.
Instead, she sprawled above as in the forest – unconfined and unhindered.
And likewise as in the forest, he simply lay supine, allowed her to explore with darting touches. He was at breaking point, tight as stretched skin on a drum as her fingers caressed his chest, then stomach.
“Ernest…”
He kissed her, lifted and sought her, allowed their bodies to meet, to leisurely join.
And now it was he who twisted his face to the side, eyes fastened shut as she drove him deep.
ACRY ESCAPEDHebe’s throat as his torrid arousal filled her, tight and thick and…pleasurable; nevertheless, she stilled, caught between delight and timidity.
Yet no one could see but the stars and moon, so she gradually rose and sank, palms sleeking over Ernest’s muscled arms, the slender ribbon of blond hair that arrowed on his stomach.
She hesitantly rocked, and in this nebulous light saw his jaw clench.
So she tried it again, sparkles of rapture alighting from within, and her lover groaned, a low, husky growl of gratification.
Casting aside shyness, she wished for him to meet her gaze. To know it was her.
“Open your eyes,” she whispered.
“I cannot,” he bit out, so she rocked harder, a male grunt emerging.
“Why?”
“You’re too beautiful. If I see you above me, I will be lost.”
Oh.
“Then say my name.”
“Hebe.” A groan as she thrust down.
The pleasure intensified as she plunged, dipping and rising, yet her rhythm was erratic and unknown till a firm palm clenched on her hips, guiding and urging, another at her breast, caressing and brushing.
“Hebe,” he muttered over and over, and a frantic desperation sheathed her, a brutal dance to the end.
And then names, feeling and words became lost as sensation and rapture superseded all else, the unknown sweeping her into its fervent embrace, carrying her to uncharted pleasure.
She saw those stars behind her eyelids, felt them – endless pinnacles of heat spinning through her, core shuddering and skin shivering with the heat of mindless bliss.
A moment of sheer beauty.
Her frame sagged upon his, skin singeing as though touched by fire, yet…
With glazed eyes, she glanced down, saw gritted jaw, felt him still…potent and firm.
“Ernest…”
At last, he twisted his head, eyes opening to mere slits.
“Forgive me, Hebe?” His voice a mere growl.
She cocked her head, breath a wheeze. She’d forgive him anything… “For what?”
A harsh exhale gusted from him, his thighs tightening.
