“Mind? No. Maybe I’m supposed to be here with you, this night, under these stars.”
“Did the trees tell you this?” he asked, teasing her.
She shifted, moving deeper against him. “No, you told me. You’ve been calling me all day.”
“Since San Francisco, remember?”
“How can I not? Each time I looked at the peaks of Red Rock yesterday I thought about you, Darrius.”
“You didn’t attempt to follow those peaks, did you? You don’t have the right vehicle for that.”
“I gazed up the path near the entrance, gazed long; wanting to know what was on the other side, what mysteries could be there.”
“Plenty. On the other side of Red Rock are other cities like Zuni, Acoma and one of the Old Laguna Pueblo, as well as some of the reservations. It’s getting past certain parts of the rock that’s harmful.”
“Can you take me there before I leave?”
“It is considered sacred by some people, mainly the Navajo. Many of our people celebrated, worshipped, were born and even died in those hills. It’s an old place, dating back to the Mesozoic era, and it’s not safe. The red rocks frame the park now.” He kissed her hand, making her look him in the face. “Promise me you won’t go up there. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you were hurt. Do you promise?”
She met his gaze. “I promise. I still wish I could go, though. I’m sure the sights and legends are remarkable.”
“They are. I’ve been up there a few times, and that’s why I know it’s not the place for beautiful young photojournalists, no matter the breathtaking scenery.”
“Breathtaking, is it?”
“But not as much as the sight sitting before me. Did you mind my kiss moments ago?”
“Mind it! I craved it, Darrius.” Her face tilted to his again, spying a miniature medicine wheel in the background. Indeed, what they had was good medicine, and she replied, “I still crave it.”
“Then let me ease your mind, take you out of discomfort.”
The hem of her sundress fell below her knees, but was now rising. Her silken skin graced his palms and there was no stopping him from there on. As the fabric inched further up, dipping into the valley of silken delight, his cheek met hers and slowly brushed against it. “Are you comfortable with this, Justine?”
“I’ve been comfortable with you since day one. I just got a little uncomfortable in the darkroom, not knowing what you would think of me letting a virtual stranger kiss me.”
“I can never have a bad thought about you. Just remember that.”
Her hand covered his. “Don’t stop. I like how you feel against me. I did the other day as well, but didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me now.” His lips grazed her jaw, and then her neck, tasting baby-soft skin, skin he knew felt like destiny…his destiny. “Tell me what you want, how you want it and for how long.”
“You won’t have that kind of time on your hands, Darrius, because I think I could live with you in this spot for an eternity.”
“That long? So my vision was right?”
She pressed her back against his chest, making him feel just how much she wanted him. At the same time, she surely felt how much he wanted her. The thickness of his erection made her eyes dilate, wondered how he would feel inside her, how he would use what he had to make her dissolve into a mass of emotions. He was already doing that as both his hands and hers inched closer to her center. She was wet for him, was probably soaking from the minute she arrived almost an hour ago. It was unbelievable how much she wanted this man, and so soon. She had only met him two days ago, but if it’s right, there are no time constraints.
Her hand still edged his as strong yet soft fingers dallied at the band of her bikini panties, the lace ones that barely hovered on her hips. The seat was definitely wet, and his fingers had finally found the moistness. His tender kisses moved to her collarbone, and with one hand he tugged her bra off. “You’re sweet, like honey, and I can’t stop tasting you.”
“Then don’t. I’m here, Darrius; all night if you wish.”
“I do wish.” He turned her face to his again and nibbled her bottom lip. His tongue stroked her lip line, circling, feathering gentle kisses before taking her mouth whole. It was a deep, tender kiss with tongues battling for ownership—and she caved.
Halfway facing him, she felt his hair blanketing her in soft dark whispers. Her body contracted just from the feel of his hair teasing her breasts, fingers, neck. As his kiss deepened, so did his assault on the rest of her. Where he had played with the rim of her panties was now an opening, gaping, exposing her sex as he cupped it. She gladly opened for him, letting him play his games of moving in and out, repeating the rhythm until she could feel her body tightening around him. Little moans escaped her as her inner muscles twined around his wet fingers. Cries of heated passion were muffled by his kiss, taking her in, pressing against her, massaging and opening her sex as he slid deeper and deeper inside. The thrusts barely lifted her from his lap, and he calmed her by holding her in place—movement against non-movement, making for deeper releases.
His hand reached between them, unleashing his belt buckle and zipper. A feverish erection sprawled out, and he lifted the back of her dress so it could pulsate against her. Yes, that was what he needed. To feel her sultriness against his own seething flesh! God, he wanted her. He would do what she said and only when she said it. He hoped it would be soon.
8
IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT
Justine felt Darrius’s hulking rage against her backside. It was glorious, wet, dark, hungry—everything she needed. She slid up and down against him, feeling his erection expand, the moisture of his droplets of eager cum, and the rigid, juicy tip massaging her moist skin. Her mind went crazy from want, and the very idea of his semen anywhere on her made her wild. She cupped the underside of her breasts—squeezing them together, matching each tight nipple, point to point. When her eyes were open, she could see the medicine wheel spinning, spinning potent vibes throughout the room, drawing her to the point where she had to face him, give him what they both needed. With that realization, she shifted in his lap. Their eyes locked, and in heated fury, Justine kissed him in openmouthed tugs, feeling his tongue as it swirled around hers. The movement of his fingers as they danced up her stomach and to her breasts, toying with and tugging at the hardened nipples as they kissed, drove her wild.
One touch of his lips against hers made her see distant lands and times; he took her away, and to a place she never wanted to leave—total male inhabitation. Every part of her was awake now, from her hair follicles to the bottoms of her feet, and the deeper she kissed Darrius, the more her passion heightened. Her sex quivered, thrusting against him, wanting, needing him to explore it the way he would a hidden cave. She wanted him to hunt her, set a trail, dig in and claim his space within her body. God, how she ached for him, and her body jutting against his reinforced her need. She was insane now, and nothing could cure her but him pumping inch upon inch into her.
Needing it now, Justine relinquished her kiss, slowly pulling back and leaving him lunging for more. Without another word and without casting her gaze anywhere else but on him, she stood and slipped from the wet panties. Seeing his exposed length literally vibrating against his damp shirt made her drop to her knees again. Everything seemed like a dream, and that at any moment she would awaken in her room at the hotel. However, once her hands made contact with his penis, she, indeed, knew it was a dream—a waking dream that felt so good in her hands. Finally. His rich brown hue, the stiffness and heat of an incredible erection, consumed her. She had to have it, and without further delay, she had it.
His scent lingered long and hard against her palate. She let the tip of his sex play at her lips before tenderly embracing him with her mouth. His hands played in her hair, and he then slid the dress up her back; it made her take in more of him. He removed her dress, and within moments, swift, talented fingers dipped in and out of a juiced sex. He was now almost completely inside her mouth. If she had ever wondered what the best taste in life was, he had to be it. She was insatiable, taking in as much length as she could handle. Her soft tongue seduced the turgid veins of his phallus. Her gentle hand movements encircled his scrotum, letting the heft of his sac bounce in her palms. He was hot there as well, and her lips slowly moved from his phallus to the turgid sac, nipping at them, licking and lavishing. Her excitement heightened just from feeling his reaction to her. He bucked several times, but pushed deeper into her, letting her get all she craved and desired. The stroke of her lips soothed hot desire that was on the brink of explosion, yet he relaxed, letting her will him into submission. That was what Darrius Red Sky gave her, unconditional power over him, and she took it to the max.
Gently, he cupped her chin in his hands and made her withdraw from him. Their eyes locked briefly, and Darrius moved strands of dark-brown hair from her beautiful, flushed face. “Are you sure you want this of me?”
She could still taste him on her tongue and was weary from the lack of him filling her in any crevice. “I—I can’t stay away from you, Darrius. Why? What is it about you that makes me crazy when I’m not around you? Hell, I’m nuts even around you.”
“That’s what I like, girl. You’re supposed to be here, and I can’t explain how or why.” He delivered a quick kiss on her lips. “There’s no going back now, Justine. We’re here, together, and getting ready to do what must be done. There’s no way around it.”
“I’m too hot to go back. You have what I need, and in more than the physical sense. You feed my soul, and I think I’ll die without you near me.”
“I’ll always be near. Have no worry.”
