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He wondered if he was falling for her … was that even possible?

April leaned into his shoulder as he lost himself in the tangerine flames. The sensation of her pressing against him woke him from his doom and gloom.

“What’s going on up there?” she whispered.

Gripp felt her hand crawling over his leg, finding the part where his thigh met his crotch. She slid it down slowly and turned her head to him.

“We should pick up where we left off,” April whispered.

Her voice was as sweet as honey, rolling up his spine and tickling his brain. He shivered a bit, gazing down at her plump, tasty lips. He touched his own, feeling the dried blood from her aggressive nibble.

“Only if you kiss it better first,” he purred at her.

April slithered toward him in a sensual, erotic way. She planted her hands between his legs and found his cock, rubbing him while her lips hovered a mere inch from his.

“Oh, baby needs a kiss, does he?” She toyed with him.

Gripp quickly hardened and was thankful he was somewhere where they didn’t need to suppress their expressions of pleasure. He moved his lips onto hers, tasting her again after walking for nearly an hour since their last dalliance.

She moaned and wrapped her hands through his hair, quickly elevating their fervency to an eager velocity. They lowered onto the floor of the cave, with Gripp over the top of her, moving his hand up and down her delicious body.

He found her pussy with his fingers again and moved them inside of her with a jolt. She shook and gasped as his mouth moved to her supple neck. She tasted like candy and a smokey whiskey.

“You’re so wet again, honey,” he growled.

Her juices ran over his fingers as he teased her. She lifted her hips, trying to grind against him when he slipped himself out just in time. She whimpered with impatience, and Gripp gave her ass a light swat.

“I want you naked first,” he ordered. “Get those clothes off, and I’ll make you scream.”

April’s eyes were like headlights. She sat up and removed her shirt, then his crafty hand wrapped around her back and set her breasts free. He grunted as he saw them hang loose, so luscious and full.

“You are magnificent,” he moaned.

Gripp took her breasts in his hands and massaged them as he furiously kissed her neck. She pressed into him, pleading for more, always for more.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned into his ear, taking his lobe into her mouth. “Touch me, please.”

EIGHTEEN

APRIL

April was growing more and more confident about having the power to seduce Gripp. They had just had sex in the small room in the hut, run for their lives, shared an intimate story, and were once again making out and pressing hard against each other’s bodies.

The fire roared as April moaned against Gripp’s strong hands, one kneading her breasts and the other nearly ripping off her underwear with furious passion. She gasped as the hemline around her hips tore, and then Gripp sucked at her bottom lip.

Then he sank in a light nip.

“Oh, Gripp!” She panted, her pussy pulsing between her legs.

April tasted blood on her lips. The mix with his strong sandalwood taste set all the atoms in her body ablaze even more.

She moaned into him as he sucked hard on her lip, his hands continuing to massage her tits with her nipples hard beneath his palms.

He was grinning with her lip in his mouth, and when he finally let go, he licked the ruby red shade from his sensual mouth.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he snarled.

The look in his eyes was manic, the crackle of the flames reflecting in the warmth of his chocolate cream irises.

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