As she reached for them, he snatched his hand back, keeping the pearls in his fist. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m in charge of these now.” He nudged her onto her back again, and the bomber jacket fell away as he stretched out, leaning toward her, his hard cock against her thigh.
Her pulse leaped, and she was deliciously wide awake as he let the pearls fall in one looped jumble from his palm.
“Let’s see how you like being teased by these for a change.”
Her lids drifted closed, concentrating on the light caress of the cool, smooth pearls against her throat, her shoulders.
“You were driving me crazy with these,” he whispered as he ran them along the top of her breasts, skimming her nipples slowly only to circle back and do it again.
She held her breath as he rubbed a pearl harder into her nipple, then bent his head to lick the two. His tongue flicked from her to the bead, again and again until she thought she’d cry out from the light erotic play, before he moved on, draping the strand along her stomach, the outsides of her thighs. She bent her legs, opening them slightly in silent invitation, as he threaded the pearls through her pubic hair, a massage of his own fingers and the cool necklace.
“Where should I put these now?”
She could hear the laughter in his voice, and she peeked up to find him on his side beside her, on one elbow, his head propped in his hand as he played with the pearls and her heated body, watching down as he did so. Her breath came faster, excitement building as one lone pearl made it to her clit and he rubbed gently, the slight friction so hot she thought she would jump out of her skin.
“Do you like that?”
She nodded and the pearls dipped lower, slipping into her wetness, the cool surface and his hot fingers working the smoothness against her, with her, teasing and then pushing farther. When she felt him nudge the pearls slightly inside her, she moaned, and he leaned over to place his warm mouth on her nipple, pushing farther inside with the pearls, as he licked and sucked her breasts and she shuddered under his dual attentions.
Jiggling the pearls below, in and out and against her heated flesh, he moved up to her mouth, a long thorough tasting of her, whispering, “Every time you touched those pearls, this is what I imagined.”
She cried out as he went deeper with his play, relishing the novel feel of his fingers working the rounded beads inside her, against her hot, wet pounding flesh, and then pulling them out to rub slick against the insides of her thighs, the tip of her clit, only to shove them between her legs again and again.
By the time she came, she was panting, thrashing her head from side to side, begging for release, and he was murmuring, “Okay, no more teasing,” and pulling the pearls out to drape them on her clit, her hips. He ripped open another condom, rolled it on, and in one smooth movement buried himself inside her.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she muttered as he began a hard, driving rhythm that took them both to the top.
She came down to the feel of the pearls draped over her chest as he took her into his arms, rubbing her shoulders, her back. The exhaustion of the lovemaking and the plane crash and the walk in the mud and rain all jumbled together and culminated in one reverent humble moment of gratitude. She was alive and it was mind-bogglingly wonderful. She drifted into a heavy sleep, swearing it would only be for a few minutes, as they snuggled together, the fleece-lined jacket over them as a blanket.
Chapter Six
When pink light filtered through the window they’d broken to get in, Camilla surged up, registering that the fire was reduced to ashes. The cold nip in the air shocked her. They’d slept too long. Much, much too long. She prayed the pilots had gotten to a phone and someone had already told her parents they were okay, if they even knew about the crash in the first place.
“Mason.” His face in repose evidenced none of the shadows or tension it sometimes did when awake. Firm mouth, with the sensuous lower lip, was only slightly open. Black lashes dusted his cheeks, so long she had to resist the impulse to graze them with her fingers just to feel again how soft they were. “Mason.” She shook his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, coming awake all at once, staring at her.
“We have to get going.”
His eyes shifted into a darker blue. She ignored the reaction of his cock farther down, which came to attention right away, and stumbled out of bed. “We slept way too long.”
Her jeans, which had spent the night in front of the fire, were dry, and she shrugged into them and the rest of her clothes before Mason managed to sit up, elbows on his legs, head bent and hands in his hair as if trying to rouse himself.
No need for any rousing in the lower part of his body. To his credit he didn’t reach for her, understanding her haste, though he did glance up with an ironic smile. “You couldn’t have put your clothes on before you woke me?”