Page 98 of Bad Rio

She had to have him.Now.

Lying beside him, she reached for his thick, straining cock and stroked him, marveled at his size and strength.

He groaned. “You better stop that or I’ll come before I ever get inside you.”

Without shame, she rolled to her back and bent her knees. In one deliberate movement, she opened them, drew them up so he could see her. With heavy-lidded eyes, she invited him to look, to touch. Her breath came out in little pants. “Then come inside me. I’m so wet for you.”

“Oh, Becca.” Sitting up, he stared at the apex of her thighs, and staring at her soft, pink folds, said her name like a reverent prayer. “Becca.”He touched her sex and his chest heaved. He was panting, too.

She could tell he wanted to be gentle, to slow down for her, but tonight she needed fast and she needed hard. In sensual demand, she pulled at him, urged him to cover her body with his own.

As he eased atop her, she guided his length to exactly where she craved him, and he obliged, pushing inside, her dampness easing the way. He filled her body and her mind with thoughts and sensations only he could engender in her. Only Rio.

She bit his neck, clutched at him, told him without words to take her hot and rough. Plunging in and out, he gave her what she needed, and like a wild mare she bucked beneath him. The bed creaked in a loud squeal of metal springs. Neither cared.

Together, they came in shattering, dual climaxes that left them only temporarily spent.

The second time, she climbed on top and rode him, deliberately grinding her sex against him in slow undulations. She arched her back, pushed out her chest, and he eagerly reached up. “I love your breasts,” he told her, sucking in air.

She leaned down to him and licked his neck. “Call them boobs,” she whispered in his ear, then bit the lobe. “Or better yet, call them tits. It’s naughty, like flashing you. And with you, I feel like such a bad girl.”

He grinned, raised a hand and gave her bottom a sharp slap. “That’s for misbehaving,” he said.

She yelped at the sting, yet the small punishment sent a thrill up her spine.

Gripping her hips, he commanded, “Now, naughty Becca, put your tits in my mouth. I want to suck on first one nipple, and then the other.”

“Yes, sir.” Easing up just enough to dangle her breasts over his face, she felt his lips surround her nipple and quickened her rocking on his body. Her excitement climbed, reaching fever pitch. Rio responded, flexing and thrusting his hips so his manhood speared her to the hilt. Sweat gathered on his chest. His breathing escalated.

His eagerness fed hers and she never wanted to stop. The friction on her body grew to delicious heights. His lips, tugging on her nipples, took her breath.

All at once she felt a tremendous climax crash over her. She shuddered, cried out, and then the next orgasm took over. When she rose again to the heights, Rio gave a final pump and lifted off the bed to pull her face to his.

As the final vibrations slammed through them, they kissed, and while they wound down, continued the kiss for a long time.

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In the morning, theyrose from tangled quilts to take water bottles to the clear stream and refill their reserves. At creek side in gentle sunlight, they sat on a bed of pine needles and soft loam. Giving her tiny kisses, Rio held Becca close to his side.

“I’m so in love with you,” he told her. “It feels like you’re part of me. Inside me.” He laid one strong hand on his chest. “In here.”

She looked at him, misty-eyed. “I’m glad.”

Nestling her head on his shoulder, she felt happier than ever before. This man knew her, warts and all. He understood her. He’d seen into the depths of her heart and soul, and he loved her.

“I love you too.” She whispered the words. Her throat felt raw.

Surprising her, he pulled a small box from his pocket. A telltale tremble shook his fingers.

Seeing the jewelry box shape, she gasped. “Really, Rio?”

“Yes, really.” He set the unopened box in his lap. “When we first met I tried to remain detached. You were a job to me and I couldn’t allow my thoughts to get twisted up. Not if I wanted to keep you safe.”

“That’s why you seemed so distant.” Just as she suspected.

“I needed my head clear. Needed to stay focused. Over the years, it’s been easier to be unemotional.”

She didn’t like the fact, but she accepted it.

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