“I do. It’s gravity I’m worried about.” The czarina stepped back from the edge of the pinnacle of rock carved by time and water through the green gulch of rain forest surrounding them. His body stopped her retreat. He circled her waist with his arm to steady her as she leaned forward to take in the thirty-foot drop. The view culminated in a natural pool clear enough to reveal a sandy bottom rimmed by darker rocks at the base of the outcrop. A twist of her head, and eyes as blue-green as the water focused on him. “How about I just watch you?”
“No way.” He tightened his hold on her waist and inched them closer to the edge. From this vantage point he not only got a view of the drop, but a look down the front of her bikini top—red, this time, thin enough to show off the tight points of her nipples. “The idea is for us to do this together. Feel the rush together.” With his other hand, he played with the bow at the back of her neck.
She let out a less-than-certain sound, but he held firm. She needed this. Free-falling generated a surge of adrenaline, followed by a wave of euphoria that washed away worries like work pressure or family drama. Afterward, with her heart still racing, her pulse pounding, and every nerve in her body electrified from the fall, he’d push her over another cliff, and straight into a longer, harder, even more satisfying fall.
A breeze freed a few strands of hair from the knot she’d secured at the back of her head. She shivered, but whether it was a reaction to the breeze, him fiddling with the bikini, or the prospect of hurtling through the air, he couldn’t say.
Her chest expanded as she took a deep breath, lifting those perfect, perky tits until they tested the limits of the bikini. His tongue itched to flick across one stiff tip. Hot blood settled heavily in his dick. “Do you need more incentive?”
“Maybe. What do I get if I do this?”
“What do you want?”
She rested her hand on his forearm and leaned back against him. “What you promised me yesterday.”
“You want to suck my cock, Czarina?” He said the words directly into her ear, even though there was no one else around. The locals-only spot offered solitude on a midweek afternoon. This time when she shivered, he didn’t have to guess why. “You want to run your tongue from my balls to my tip just to watch my agony? Swallow, so you taste me in the back of your throat, and try to prepare for the moment I stop letting you toy with me and thrust deep?”
“How deep are we talking?”
His cock throbbed like a second heart at the question. “I’m going to put it in deep. Deep enough to make your eyes water and your breath rush out in a quick burst through your nose. Deep enough to send you into a little bit of a spin, so you understand exactly what you’ve done to me.”
Her “Y-Yes” came out on a shaky exhale.
“That’s how I’m going to reward you today, Czarina. I’m going to fill your soft, wet mouth so well you feel full in every other soft, wet place. Tell me”—he ran his thumb over her lips—“when I groan your name and tell you I’m about to lose control, are you going to give me one last kiss and then wrap your fingers around my cock and finish me, or are you going to take it in that pretty mouth?”
“Mouth.” She murmured the word against his thumb. “My mouth. I’m going to take it in my mouth.”
He eased his thumb between her lips. “Swear?”
She drew his thumb into her mouth and sealed her lips around the base before nodding.
He nudged his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against her ass to try to ease the pain. “Good.” Then he popped his thumb free. “All you have to do to claim your reward is take this plunge with me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them and looked at the drop again. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to pick something a little less terrifying?”
A nice guy would do as she asked. Or a guy who didn’t give a shit. Either of them would settle for whatever she wanted to give. But he was neither. At least not when it came to her, for reasons he had a hard time articulating.
You want her to take down her guard with you and trust you to
take care of her.
A simple “Trust me” sounded better, and he’d already said that, so he stuck with a logistics-focused reply. “I’ll be with you the entire time. Just do me a favor and try to aim for the middle of the pool when you jump.”
“Why?” She craned her neck to see the water below. “What happens if we fall straight down?”
“Extreme exfoliation. Those dark patches are rocks.”
“Oh God.” She sagged against him. “I’m really not sure about this.”
“Relax, Czarina.” He wrapped his arms around her and took her weight. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t think.” He tightened his hold on her and stepped to the edge. “Jump.”
And then they were airborne. The wind competed with her shriek of surprise, but didn’t quite mask how it changed to exhilaration in the next instant. He spared a second to check their trajectory as the water rushed toward them. Satisfied they’d clear the rocks, he extended his arm so they were side by side, but didn’t let go of her hand. Not quite yet. He would, because his greater bulk insured he’d sink faster and deeper once they hit the water, and he didn’t want to weigh her down, but he held on until the last possible instant. A cry of something closer to joy than terror reached his ears—his dick pounded proudly in response, as if it had elicited the uncensored sound—and then the water swallowed him and muffled all noise.
They in no way ripped the entry, and bubbles swept over him, obscuring his view even as he opened his eyes and searched for her. He kicked and surfaced in time to hear her shout, “Holy shit. That was amaaaazing!” Her voice bounced off the walls of rock around them.