Free Entwined: Jane in the Jungle (The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle: Part 1) by Colette Gale Page A

his head toward her.
    She heard his breathing change—become faster and deeper—and she held her own breath, waiting. Her quim seemed to fill and swell, her tiny pea expanding in anticipation and need. She felt him draw in a breath, inhale her, and the image excited her. His fingers closed tighter over her thighs as if to anchor them there.
    Jane shuddered in frustration and shifted, trying to lift her hips and quim closer to him. When at last something touched her there—quick as lightning, hot and sleek—she had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from crying out. Yes! She pulsed and throbbed harder, hotter, and again he swiped out tentatively with his tongue…just quick enough to set her to quivering, but leaving her raw and sensitive and crying.
    “Please,” she moaned behind her hand, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips thrusting up as much as his grip would allow. “Man…fuck…woman.”
    He stilled for a moment, but didn’t, as she’d hoped, pull away and shove himself inside her. No, he paused, as if trying to understand her, then, as if comprehending that whatever she meant to say, she wasn’t warning him off, he bent back to her again. This time, his tongue was wide and thick, swiping and teasing and lapping at her juices as her quim surged and filled.
    His strokes were slow, maddeningly slow, tortuously slow, as if he meant to explore and memorize every fold and crevice of her…and yet Jane had never felt such intense pleasure as she felt herself burgeoning red and hot and desperate. She twisted and bucked, writhing and urging herself as he held her in place, tasting and sucking on her ready, full flesh.
    “Oh,” she cried into her fist as she suddenly found the peak, arching and coiling up and over into a hot, loud, splintering orgasm. Ohhhh.
    She collapsed flat back on the bed, gasping for breath, her insides full, her quim quivering and pulsing, her limbs weighty and still.
    He seemed to understand that he could release her now, that he could slip his light, gentle fingers over the sated, full lips of her quim. She gave a little shudder, sighing softly, and trembled a bit as he trailed his touch along the inside of one of her thighs.
    When his touch left her, Jane opened her eyes at last. He knelt next to her bed, close enough for her to see his eyes, dark and blazing with desire and…pride. Such pride that she gave a little shiver at the pure maleness of it.
    She sat up and smiled at him…a soft, wavering smile that required hardly any effort, for she was still weak with satiation. “That was lovely,” she whispered, and reached out an awkward hand toward him. “Thank you.”
    Her hand landed on his chest and he stilled, his breath arrested in its lungs. Beneath her palm she felt the strong thudding of his heart, the warm tightness of skin stretched over flat, solid muscle, and the gritty coarseness of hair.
    Oh . Jane almost gasped aloud at the sensations. Strength, heat, man. Man.
    Man fuck woman.
    What would it feel like to have this powerful body, this hot, taut, sleek figure sliding over hers, skin to skin, pressing into her….
    She swallowed hard, her body already heating and drawing up again in expectation. Yes.
    He gave a sudden little shudder beneath her hand, expelling his breath in a warm gust of cinnamon. He hadn’t moved otherwise except to stare at her like a rabbit caught by its predator.
    Hunger shone in his eyes. Blazing and unmistakeable. It made her insides draw up tight again, and a twinge of pleasure pang in her belly.
    Jane bit her lip, knowing what she was about to do, and hardly believing it of herself. Only two months ago, she’d been nothing but a proper Victorian lady, trussed up in her corsets and shimmies and petticoats in London.
    And now, here she was, a wanton woman seducing a wild man of the jungle.
    She shifted her hand on his chest, moving her fingers to point. “Man,” she whispered, her voice rough and husky. She used her other hand to point to her