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G8 smiled. He stood up just long enough to shed his own pants. Ingrid’s eyes riveted on his erection, and G8 wished he had the ability to ask her what she was thinking. But things had progressed too far for him to stop even for a second. He would ask her later. Later, when they were finished.
Sliding over her body dragged a low groan from his chest. She lifted her knees as he moved into position, and then, without warning, he began to shake. He felt her frame his cheeks between her hands and lift his face until she could see into his eyes, calming him.
“This is right. It feels right, and everything in me tells me we were meant for this. For each other,” she whispered as a tear fell from his lashes. Pulling his face down so she could kiss him, G8 reached down to find where he needed to go. He fumbled around, nervous as hell, when suddenly he wasthere.Ingrid moaned into his mouth as he pressed into her body where it was hotter and wetter than anything he could have ever imagined. Sliding inside her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Fitted and tailor-made.
Suddenly he didn’t need her to tell him what to do or how to do it. It was as if someone had opened up the book of instructions and poured them into his brain. Pushing farther into her, he watched her face to catch every nuance. Every moment of passion and pleasure.
Withdraw, enter, withdraw, in. Slow to pull out, rough and fast going back. Christ, it was so simple, yet it was the most fantastic feeling in the world. He couldn’t explain how, but he felt as if he was getting thicker every time he dove into her pliant body. Either that, or she was closing down on him as if she wanted to keep him permanently snug and deep within her. He had to move faster. Why, he couldn’t explain. He just knew he had to. Faster and deeper. Keeping the rhythm constant until he was nearly pounding into her.
She was tightening up, and her face was twisting into a picture of absolute rhapsody. Her hands clutched his back, digging her short nails into his skin as he began to pile-drive into her. It was coming. Building. Lifting them like weightless entities in the darkness. He could no longer control the situation. He could only bury his face against her pale yellow hair and bury himself inside her where she was hotter than he could ever imagine.
A thin, high scream echoed in his ear a split-second before she took off. She became a wild animal, all feral and fierce just as her legs clamped around his, holding him firmly inside her, preventing him from leaving. Two seconds later, and his own dam burst. G8 gasped for air as his hips jerked uncontrollably and his body continued to want to melt into hers. It wouldn’t stop, this release that defied description. It felt too damn incredible.
At some point he could finally breathe, and his brain managed to send orders to the rest of his body. He slowed down, resting briefly, relishing the aftermath and vaguely aware of the tiny kisses Ingrid was placing on his sweaty cheek and jaw. Reluctantly he pulled out and rolled sideways so as not to smother her. It was then he felt rather than heard her crying. Alarmed, he opened his eyes and reached for her. Her eyes were wet when she glanced up at him. Instead of answering his silent plea, Ingrid scooted closer until their bodies were once again in full contact, skin to skin, and they cuddled. Gently, he gave her shoulder a little shake. “Ingrid?”
“I’m okay,” she managed to whisper. “You didn’t hurt me.” If it were possible, she drew tighter against him. “I think I’m in love with you, G8.”
He kissed the top of her head, then lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. He wiped the tears with his thumb, questioning her with his eyes. Sniffing, Ingrid managed a weak smile. “I’ve never come before.” He lifted an eyebrow. She responded by nodding her head slightly. “I know you find it hard to believe, but it’s true. I’ve never had an orgasm before. Until tonight. Thank you, G8.” Sighing heavily, Ingrid detached her chin from his hand and nuzzled his neck. “Hold me?” came the muffled request. Her lips tickled.
Too astounded to try and think about it, G8 continued to caress her back and buttocks as his body wound down. He had no recollection of falling asleep with his Ingrid lying peacefully in his arms.
15CONTEMPL8
He felther detach herself from him. The mattress springs jiggled, letting him know she’d gotten off the bed. Rolling over, he opened his eyes to find her standing in the silvery moonlight. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful with her skin glowing like milk.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, finally able to find his voice.
“I need to get back to my cabin.” She started pulling on her pants and top.
G8 sat up. “Why? Can’t you stay?”
She turned to look at him. The shadow of her smile was reassuring. “There’s two little babies who are going to wake up wet and hungry any time now. I can’t leave F8 to handle them all by herself, especially since she has that bad arm.”
“Will you get to, uhh, stay…another time?” Damn him. He sounded like he was begging, which he was, but to him it was an indication of weakness. G8 knew he was conflicted, but why did he have to sound like a wuss about it?
After sliding her shoes on, Ingrid went over to the bed and bent over to kiss him. It was deep and as passionate as he could want, with a little tongue added for excitement. He felt his groin constrict as if preparing itself for another bout. When she pulled away, she dropped a gentler, second kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I would love to stay. As long as you want. As many times as you want. But for now, we have to be patient.” She paused to gaze into his eyes, and he thought he saw tears there before she sniffed and turned to head for the door.
“Ingrid?”
She stopped, her hand on the knob, waiting.
“I didn’t make any wrong moves, did I?”
She smiled. “No, sweetheart. You made no wrong moves.” Her head tilted slightly. “I care very deeply for you, G8. Never forget that.”
Before he could respond, she slipped outside, firmly shutting the door behind her.
Folding his arms behind his head, he listened to the sound of her footsteps crunching over the gravel as she returned to her cabin, and a smile came over him.
“I think I’m in love with you, G8.”
“I care very deeply for you, G8. Never forget that.”
Damn him. He felt the same way. So why didn’t he have the courage to tell her?
“I will,” he swore to himself. “I’ll let her know. I’ll tell her…”
