Free Always by Deb Stover Page B

stripped off his remaining clothing, grabbed a blanket, then chased after her, only somewhat self-conscious about his nudity and his blatant erection. Taylor had seen that part of him–touched him there–before. Even so, he was more aware of his engorged state today than ever.
          What would it be like inside her? He stumbled at the thought, remembering the hot slickness of his tongue in her mouth. Warm. Wet. Wonderful.
          Taylor shrieked as she slipped behind the cold sheet of water pouring down the canyon wall. Even in mid-summer, the water up here was frigid. He slowed his pace on the slippery rocks and ducked beneath an outcropping, then emerged behind the falls.
          With Taylor.
          A cool mist surrounded them and the roar of the water spilling to the creek below created a world all their own. They were as isolated as two people could be. Together.
          The cold spray from the falls did nothing to diminish his enthusiasm. In fact, the water enhanced the erotic urges pulsing through him. His gaze feasted on the sight of her standing there, her bare flesh damp and glistening, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at him. All of him.
          They didn't speak as they came together, all mouths, hands, gasping, kneading. His erection pressed against her lower abdomen, aching, throbbing, wanting. He dropped the blanket to the damp stone, then eased her down. She held her arms up to him invitingly.
          Gordon thought once, briefly, of the condoms in his glove compartment, until she rose up on her knees and took him in her hands. Gazing upward, her expression banished further thought of anything even remotely practical.
          He dropped to his knees before her, his penis throbbing in her hands, her breasts brushing tantalizingly against his chest. Fearing he would lose control, he reached down and grasped her wrists, pulling her hands away. He kissed her mouth, suckled the lobe of her ear, still holding her hands in both of his out to their sides.
          Finally, he eased her down onto the damp blanket and hovered over her. Her breasts thrust upward, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. For a few minutes, all he could do was look at her, vowing to never forget a single precious detail.
          She reached for him and he kissed her again, wild and deep. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, drawing her deeply into his mouth. So soft. So sweet. She moaned and arched against him, and he hungrily sampled her other breast.
          "Make love to me, Gordon," she whispered.
          He rose onto his elbows and met her gaze. "Are you sure? Very sure?"
          "Don't you want to?" An impish grin curved her full lips.
          "More than anything. You know that." He kissed her again, dipping his fingers into her honeyed core, knowing the time had come. He'd read an article in Playboy about how to get a woman ready for sex. The article had suggested a man use his mouth, but he wasn't sure either of them were ready for that just yet. Instead, he sought and found the small nub between her thighs and rotated it with the pad of his finger. Her response was more than he'd dreamed. She moaned and pushed herself upward against his hand.
          As desperately as he wanted this, he was determined to make it as wonderful for Taylor as he knew it would be for him. She cried out his name and her body went stiff for a few silent moments.
          "That was..."
          "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
          Her eyes were half-closed as she reached for him, shaking her head. "Wonderful."
          "I..." He looked down at himself, the red tip of his penis ready and waiting. "I..."
          She reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. "Now."
          A shudder of anticipation and apprehension rippled through him as she guided him to her soft folds. She was slick and wet and