Page 10 of Dark Flame

“Closer,” she whispered. She could feel the heat seeping from his body like her own personal furnace, and she smiled.

“I’m trying to do the right thing, Nat.”

She lifted up on one elbow and kissed him sweetly, shoving back a thick shock of his long black hair.

“Then do the right thing, Flip.”

CHAPTER FIVE

“At your pace, Nat, you tell me how fast or how slow. I damned sure don’t want to stop, but I will if you need me to,” he said softly.

He knew that Spook could probably hear every word of their conversation, but at this moment, he really didn’t give a damn. He could only hope his friend would turn off his super spy ears when the moment was right, if that was even possible.

Nat knelt beside him and lifted her arms, pulling the big sweatshirt over her head as she did. Her perfectly round breasts bounced, milky and soft in the light of the tent. Her tits weren’t huge or fake like so many young women. They were just flawless round globes perfectly suited for her body. Perfect. That was the only word going through Flip’s mind – perfect.

Flip groaned, and Nat glanced down at his own personal tent situation. The large mass was jutting upward, and she blushed thinking about it being inside her.

“At your pace,” he said in a raspy voice.

She nodded and pulled her yoga pants off, revealing thick blonde curls glistening with desire. He could smell her need and groaning, he adjusted himself slightly.

She sat quietly on her heels as he ran his rough fingertips down her curves, taking in every contour of her body. Her breathing was rapid now, heavy and filled with a need and a desire she’d never known before. Her breasts rose and fell with every touch of his hands, her heart beating so fast she was certain he could hear it.

With shaky fingers, Nat unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled it from his shoulders. The massive chest smattered with dark hair seemed even bigger without clothes. The rosy pink of scars was barely visible in the dark tent, but she recognized wounds when she saw them. A knife, a gun, shrapnel, another knife wound, they all represented this man’s history.

She let her fingertips glide down his chest to the trail of hair running from his belly button to his waistband, stopping as she reached his belt buckle. She sucked in a calming breath. She worked at the buckle and then unbuttoned his jeans. As she reached for the zipper, Flip held her wrists.

“I know, at my pace,” she smiled nervously.

“I’m big, baby. Have you…” She shook her head, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck!” he murmured. A fucking virgin! He loved that he would be her first, but he needed her to know that he would also be her last.

“It’s okay, Flip. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Her innocence made him even more protective of her. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt her, but some things couldn’t be helped, and this damned sure was one of those things.

“Baby, it will hurt no matter what I do. But I promise to try. Damn, I don’t want to hurt you, but, Nat, I want you so badly right now I’m about to explode… literally!”

She nodded with a knowing smile, and he kneeled, pushing his jeans further down with his boxers. Nat sat back and watched as he pushed, not getting a clear view of what she really wanted to see. When he was completely naked, he turned, kneeling before her. She couldn’t help but gasp at the size of Flip.

He wasn’t just big in the shoulders or the chest or in his height. He was big everywhere! The rigid cock bobbed up and down in front of her, filling her with such excitement she wasn’t even sure how to explain it. The enormous purple head was just begging for her touch, the heaviness of his balls swinging between muscular thighs. All she could think of was that this must be what a prized bull looks like.

“We can wait,” he said calmly.

She could see the massive purple head even in the darkness of the tent, the long thick veined member begging for her touch, and she couldn’t resist. Reaching out, she gripped the heated soft skin, and he groaned. For a moment, she worried that her hands were too hot, but then realized her hands were cold, and it was him putting out the heat.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips.

Flip gently pushed her shoulders to the sleeping bag and laid slightly on her and slightly off her, not wanting his entire weight on her body. His rigid cock lay against her hip, stretching all the way to her waist.

He slowly ran his big hands down her belly to the soft warmth of her curls and felt the heat and wetness at her apex. Sliding one finger in, he noted her tightness and cursed under his breath.

Nat sensed his hesitation and reached up with both hands grabbing his face. She pulled him closer, kissing him, her tongue sliding through his lips, tasting him. As she did, she raised one knee and jutted her hips upward, forcing his finger deeper and feeling the searing burn. Widening her knees, she begged for more.

Flip moved back and forth inside her until he thought she would be ready for more. He added another finger, and she gasped. He slowed but continued to move gently until her body responded with its own natural juices, welcoming him.

Her passion and desire were evident, a willing partner in their lovemaking. The hard nub of her clit begged for his tongue, and he flicked it vigorously back and forth while plunging his fingers inside her.

“Flip! Oh God! Flip, please!”

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