Free Winter of the Passion Flower (The de Vargas Family) by Annie Seaton

rest before we make our way back to
the river before dark.”
    After carefully laying out the rest of the
stamens on his T-shirt, where they would capture the full sunlight, she
collected their water bottles and sauntered toward the cliff, beckoning Zane to
follow her. She moved ahead of him and walked through the sheer cliff, slipping
through the fissure in the rock face. His footsteps echoed behind her as he
followed her through the opening in the cliff, which was wide enough for two
people to walk abreast. Rainbows reflected off the sheer walls and the noise of
flowing water surrounded them.
     
     
    Stepping out onto a wide rock platform,
Zane drew a deep breath as shafts of light from the afternoon sun turned the
mighty river into a stream of molten gold below them. A magnificent vista of
green jungle edged with the distant deep blue of the Pacific Ocean spread
beyond the Amazon River. Steep rocky cliffs tumbled away beneath them and a
fine mist rose from the surging water of the roaring waterfall cooling their
overheated bodies. Indigo pointed eastward, where a high snow-capped mountain
disappeared in the clouds.
    “ Nevada Mismo . The source of the
Amazon.” She smiled up at him.” Now, I hope you are not prudish, sir, as I am
in desperate need of a cooling shower.” He couldn’t take his eyes from her as
she removed her boots, setting them aside in a dry corner. Her jeans, T-shirt
and minuscule red undergarment quickly joined them before she strode across
past him and stepped into the fine mist
    She beckoned him with a tilt of her head.
“You are more than welcome to join me.” Stepping into the curtain of cascading
water, she turned and smiled at him as he quickly placed his boots, clothes and
chronometer on the ground before following her into the fine mist. The clear
water cascaded over their bodies, icy cold from the snow that fed the
waterfall.
    Zane stepped toward her, his arms stiffly
by his side. Holding her gaze, he sought permission. “Are you ready for my
touch now, Indigo?”
    She leaned over and kissed him hard,
pushing her breasts into his bare chest and he gently turned her around. She
arched back against him and he bent down to kiss the beauty spot on her
shoulder.
    “I have wanted to do that since I first saw
you,” he murmured.
    Tangling her luxuriant hair in his hands,
he pulled her head back, sliding his lips down her neck, and Indigo pressed
herself against him.
    “I need to touch you,” she whispered
softly. Turning, she wrapped her hands around the silken length of his manhood.
A shudder rippled through him as she brushed him with fingers as light as a
butterfly wing. He sighed and Indigo pushed him against the hard wall of the
cave and lifted her legs, wrapping them high around him, opening to him.
    “Now,” she demanded her voice thick with
lust. Zane followed her lead. He entered her and she trembled in his arms.
Waves of pure pleasure washed over him when she shuddered, out of control as she
reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. He continued to pleasure her and her
breath mingled with his as he moved slowly until he could hold back no longer.
A guttural cry left his lips as he climaxed and he closed his eyes, dropping
his head on her shoulder and Indigo turned into him allowing his lips to slide
down her neck. She loosened her hold on him as he bent, putting his arms under
her knees. Zane picked her up, his strong arms easily carrying her across to
the ferns growing beside the waterfall. He laid her gently in the soft
greenery, using his tongue to master her mouth and body until Indigo begged for
completion. Sated, he held her close and they dozed lightly for a short time.
    Zane woke slowly, his muscles aching from the
physical work in the plantation. Indigo turned to him and cupped his face in
her hands before placing her lips gently on his.
    “It is time to leave, Captain,” she said
and he could hear the regret in her voice.
    The cascading waters provided a cooling