My horny, dirty little archaeologist. I think we’re past the pleased to meet you stage…
Getting her hands filthy too, which is what a man who knows what he wants likes to see.
I should give her some privacy though.
I should probably clear my throat, let her know I’m nearby.
But it looks like our instincts are in overtime today. And before I can stop myself, I’ve got my dick out again.
Her hand under mine as I show her how to stroke me, while I watch her finger herself.
The shock of me grabbing hold of her, then seeing my cock up close is nothing compared to the shock we both feel when our bodies are touching.
Closer than ever and in the best possible way.
“You were spying on me, weren’t you?”
A devilish grin pulls at my lips when I tell her what I already knew, this is what she really wanted.
That I’d kinda hoped she’d see me.
But never in my wildest dreams could I have come up with this scenario.
It’s just… perfect.
A low growl followed by a long groan flows out of me as I watch her work me silently in a way I know I never could on my own.
Biting her lip, her head pumps a series of nods when I ask her if she likes it. If she wants me and my cock.
“It’s just so… good. See what you do to me?” I moan, feeling what must be a quart gallon of precome running from me, my stiffness already twitching as she makes little gasping noises.
Whimpering with pleasure just like I imagined she would.
I’m forming the words, opening my mouth to demand she lift her top.
I wanna see those tits and my seed wants to paint them with my seed.
But the sudden snapping of a branch and then the sound of voices make us both freeze on the spot.
I press my hand over her mouth, but only to protect her from being discovered like this.
No way is any bastard gonna see what’s rightfully mine.
But to my surprise, and despite the imminent danger of being caught, I can feel Jacinta’s tongue running along the ridges of my palm.
Tasting my precome before mixing it in her own essence, fresh from her own aching arousal.
Pressing a finger to her lips, agreeing to keep quiet, I stifle another groan, watching her taste both of us for the first time.
I need the same in my mouth.
“Not here,” I whisper, her mouth forming an instant pout. I can feel my own body crying out in protest.
The first thing I do is make sure she’s covered up, and only then do I somehow manage to tuck away the steel rod between my legs.
“We need to go, someplace private,” I murmur quietly, but she seems more interested in listening to which way the voices are coming from.
“They’re going that way,” she whispers. Practically mouthing the words as her fingers silently point in another direction, away from us.
But it’s too risky.
And not because I don’t want her here and now.
But the thought of someone else even thinking about her like this, let alone seeing her fucking perfect body half-naked…
“No. We need to go, and I need to tell you a few things.”
“Like what?” she asks suddenly, and way too loudly for my liking right now.
She’s standing her ground, demanding some sort of explanation from me before we go anywhere.
Hesitating to find the words, I decide to let my body do all the talking.
Again.
Leaning down and bringing her as close to me as I dare, I cover hers with mine in answer.
Conveying every thought, feeling, and emotion I’ve had since spotting her, as well as my plans for the short and long term future.
Our future.
It’s a long, deep, and very intense kiss.
And I don’t know how long we stand like this, but when we both come up for air, I think she understands things a little better.
“Wow.” She shivers in my arms.
“C’mon, let’s go.”
I take her tiny hand in mine and head back to the rental car.
The car, the parking lot. The diner.
Hell, the whole town.
It all seems so… unimportant right now. But I already know that there’s no way I’m gonna let her out of my sight for a minute.
No way I’m gonna focus on work while she has more pressing needs that match mine.
“Where will we go?” she wheezes, trying to keep up with my large steps.
“A hotel, hell I dunno, a ditch in the woods. But I need to make some phone calls. And you. You need to hold that thought you were having, two fingers deep,” I add, grinning wider when she blushes.
She squeezes my hand tight, telling me everything I need to know and want to hear without a single word.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jacinta
“We could drive to the city.”
The whole day, let alone the past ten minutes are like a whirlwind in my brain.