She spun and twisted, shuffled her feet. The throb of the didgeridoo sank into her blood. It pulsed throughout her, driving the tension higher. Hunger ate at her. A thirst for sexual satiation drove her to rotate her hips and slide one hand down her body to the apex of her thighs.
And all the while she kept her gaze fixed on Morgan. Sweat covered his forehead. A flush of red rode high on his cheekbones. A sexy smile curved his lips and gave him a ravenous look. Hopefully, that hunger she read on his face was for her.
Hands on her waist, she sashayed closer, swinging her hips to the rhythm that pounded through her veins. He held out his hands to her, but she avoided them. Instead, she spun around behind him, grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pushed it up his back. He took her silent command in the manner she meant and skimmed the t-shirt over his head.
Gili ran her hands up his back, across his shoulders and down to his hands, spreading his arms out to the side. He was so attuned to her that he remained just the way she’d placed him.
She stepped in closer and shimmied against him, rubbing her breasts on his warm skin. Her nipples throbbed, tightening even more into rock-hard points. Every brush shot sensation down to her core. Every movement made her ache with need.
A soft moan escaped her and she struggled to find her voice. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
She didn’t give him time to answer. She pressed her mouth to his back and licked his bronzed flesh. The tastes exploded in her mouth. Sweat and hot male. A heady aphrodisiac. She wanted more. So much more.
Starting at his upper back, she licked and nibbled her way down to the waistband of his jeans, indulging her senses. His guttural groan just spurred her on. Sliding her hands around to his front, she undid his belt and dragged it off. She unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zip. Then she dipped her hands inside both jeans and briefs and slowly started to ease them down.
Gili rewarded each inch of exposed flesh with a sweep of her tongue. She slipped his clothes down to his ankles and urged him to lift each foot so she could pull his boots off at the same time as she dealt with his jeans and underwear. When he was totally naked, she kissed her way up the back of his thighs until she came to the curve of his butt.
One sharp nip and Morgan shuddered. She laved the bite with the tip of her tongue before turning her attention to his other buttock. She felt the tremors racing through him. She gloried in his erratic breathing. And all the time sensation spiked through her. His excitement was her excitement. It made the moisture pool in her core, causing her hands to shake when she caressed Morgan’s flanks.
“Christ, Gili, you’re driving me crazy here.” He reached around behind him and clamped a hand on her shoulder.
“Honey, this is just the beginning. Hang onto your britches because I haven’t finished yet.”
He groaned. “I like your enthusiasm, but I haven’t got any britches on.”
“Oh!” Gili chuckled. “Of course. Silly me.”
She scooted around until she was able to squat in front of him. “Now for the next step. I’ve been learning a lot watching these spirit ancestors of yours. This is just the entrée to the main banquet.”
A breathy giggle suddenly erupted inside Gili’s mind. A fluttering and a sense of fullness as if her skin was too tight for her body. She burst out laughing. She’d forgotten about her silent passenger.
Standing, she held her arms wide and angled her head back to stare at the wispy ghosts dancing in the light of the opals. One of the males floated down to where Gili and Morgan were and just hovered there.
“Thought you said this was my time,” she said to the Aboriginal woman inside her.
Another giggle followed her words.
“Go find your own lover. This one’s mine.”
When the male figure beckoned, Gili felt a lightness inside her. A white shape separated itself from her body and brushed against Morgan before floating into the air. Within seconds, the female shape was fully established, and the male’s arm about her shoulders, she darted back up to the roof of the cave with a final sexy giggle.
“Okay, that was interesting,” Morgan said with a shake of his head.
“If she hadn’t giggled, I wouldn’t have remembered she was there.” She grinned. “I got the feeling she wanted to do you.”
Morgan snorted. “There’s only one woman I want doing me from now on.”
“Just hang on to that thought, okay? Now, where was I?”
Using his thighs to anchor herself, she kneeled so her face was in line with his lower body. She leaned forwards and dragged the tip of her tongue along his hard length.
Hot.
Enticing.
A feast worthy of savoring.
She slicked her tongue around the top before probing at the roped veins that ran down the length of him. A swipe of her tongue across the tip of his penis garnered a new taste sensation—the salty flavor of the fluids that glistened at the opening.
“Hmmm, ambrosia,” she whispered.
Morgan’s only response was a raspy groan.
Impatient now to taste all of him, she fitted her lips over him and took him deep. She worked her mouth up and down his length, swirled her tongue around his width. Settling in for the long haul, she curled her hand around the base and drew him as deep as she could. Then she sucked. Hard. Drawing out every fragment of feeling she could.
Tremors racked his body. His hands tunnelled through her hair and gripped hard. “Gili, enough. I can’t hold on much longer.”
She released him with a soft plop and raised her head to grin at him. “Why, Morgan, I didn’t think you’d give up so easily.”
With a growl, Morgan leaned down, grasped Gili under the arms and pulled her up so he could stare into her eyes. “You think I can’t make the grade, woman?”
He slammed his mouth over hers and sent his tongue thrusting, imitating the movements his body wanted to initiate. He lapped. He nipped, thrusting his tongue deep, swirling around her mouth to savor every last drop of her.
When she emitted a soft moan, he suddenly remembered Whitey’s attack. Breaking off the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers. “Sorry, forgot about your lips again. If that bastard was here right now, I’d knock his block off for hurting you.”
“It doesn’t hurt so much now you’ve kissed it better.” She twined her arms about his neck and wrapped her legs about his hips, pulling herself up his body.
He widened his stance, taking her full weight. “Reckon if I hold you, you can reach down and grab my jeans?”
“Huh, what for?”
He grinned. “In the back pocket of my jeans. My wallet. Protection. For now anyway. Later we can discuss it.”
She leaned back in his arms. “You meant what you said when we put the Dreamtime Fire back where it belonged?”
“What do you think? You’re my flame woman. Where would I be without you?”
“Just as long as you remember that the next time you get pissed off with me, okay?” She uncurled her legs from around his waist and lowered her feet to the ground. “You can let me go now.”
“Not certain I want to do that. Ever.”
She gurgled with laughter. “I love the sentiment, but if you want me to get that condom, you might have to think again.”
He laughed and released her, watching as she bent down, grabbed the wallet and fished out the foil packet. Then she stowed the wallet back in his jeans. Whirling away from him, she gathered up their clothes and laid them out beside the fire pit.
“Um, what are you doing?”
His mouth dried as he watched her lace-clad backside when she leaned over to smooth out his t-shirt. Her breasts bobbed with her movements and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and cup the weight of them in his palms. Mould them. Caress them. Take each nipple into his mouth and suckle until Gili cried out with need.
“I’m making a bed for us.” She shrugged. “It’s not much, but it should be a little softer than bare rock.”
As a variety of erotic scenarios filled his head, excitement gathered in Morgan’s gut. He glanced up at the gyrating phantoms floating above his head, each couple lost in sexual abandon. He felt as if they were egging him on. As if they wanted to watch, needed to see he and Gili come together. It should have been off-putting, but if anything, it increased the level of tension riding his veins.
He looked at Gili and held out his hand. “Come here, woman.”
Her mouth quirked into a smile as she jumped to her feet and pranced back to him. When she was close enough, he grabbed her hand and spun her around so her back was to his chest.
“Who said I want to take you in a bed?” He bit softly on the lobe of her ear, grinning when she moaned in response. “I could have you up against the wall of the cave, although that might be too hard on your bare back.”
He slid his hands down her stomach and slipped them under the elastic band of her panties. With a tug, he manoeuvred them down her legs. She was quick to kick them away.
Morgan slowly trailed the tip of his fingers up her inner thighs. “Open your legs for me, fire lady.”
The moment she did, he slid one hand between her thighs and dragged the tip of his finger along the heated folds of her sex. She mewled like a little kitten as he continued to stroke her.
“Of course, there are other options.” He struggled to find his voice, swallowing hard as the musky scent of her arousal teased his senses. “I could bend you over that boulder over there and take you from behind. Would you like that, sweet Gili?”
“Promises, promises,” she quipped in a breathy voice. “But I do like it when you talk dirty.”
“Tell me how it makes you feel,” he demanded as he parted her slick flesh and traced his fingers along the length of her. “God, you’re so wet. So hot. Do you like this, too?”
He dipped one finger inside her, plunging in and then withdrawing. She rocked her hips back, pushing his finger deep again. He inserted a second finger, stretching her sheath to accommodate him.
Gili started to pant. Her hips pumped forwards and backwards, following the thrust of his fingers. Her legs wobbled and he wrapped his free arm about her waist to support her weight. She clasped one hand over his as if worried he’d stop. He chuckled. As if.
Sweat slicked her body. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder. Her breath came out in tortured sobs. Then he felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers and she exploded, crying out her orgasm to the spirits of the cavern.
It was all he could do to hang on to his own control. The blood pounded through his veins. His erection was rock-hard. Savage need gnawed at him. If he didn’t bury himself deep inside her damp heat soon he’d be the one exploding…with frustration.
When he felt the last of her spasms fade away, he withdrew his fingers and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is. Watching you come like that.”
“Lord, I think my legs have turned to jelly,” she whispered.
“Think you can walk over to that boulder in front of you?”
Yeah, he could lay her down on the makeshift bed by the fire, but something about this cavern brought out the wild side of him. And Gili wasn’t complaining so…
His hands shook as he guided her over to the boulder. His own legs didn’t appear to be much better than hers. “Lean over and brace you hands on the top of the rock.”
“Oh, I do like the macho male dominance bit, but I think you might want this first.”
She looked at him over her shoulder, licking her bottom lip until he swooped and caught her mouth in a torrid kiss. Mindful of her sore lip, he kept the pressure light, but it was still enough to light a fire in his gut. When he finally caught his breath, he remembered to look at what she was waving in her hand.
A silver foil packet. Crap, he’d forgotten all about the condom. He grabbed it from her, and using his teeth, ripped it open. It was a matter of a few seconds to roll it on and deal with the issue of protection.
By the time he looked back at Gili, she had bent over the boulder, legs spread and bottom wiggling at him. Now she was open to him. Never had a sight looked more inviting.
“Come on, caveman. I’m getting impatient here.” She wiggled her hips some more.
Morgan didn’t need any further urging. He stepped up behind her and grasped her hips. “Hard and fast, Gili,” he warned.
“Not too fast.” She chuckled, although it came out as a half-smothered groan. “Or I might have to throw you down onto the ground and do the job myself. The lady is still horny.”
He bent his knees slightly until he could run his cock along the length of her. She bucked, pushing her hips towards him.
“Stop teasing,” she demanded.
With that, he grasped her hips and with one powerful thrust, buried himself to the hilt in her welcoming warmth. With a groan, he held still, enjoying the feel of her sheath caressing him. She flexed her internal muscles and the sensation transferred itself to his cock.
Fire skittered along his veins. Energy infused him. The spiritual choir above him built to a crescendo, the sound pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Holding tight to Gili’s hips, he withdrew and thrust again. Again and again, until his heart felt like it was about to burst.
Gili clenched him tight, her muscles contracting and releasing. He groaned as the pressure built up. He slid one hand around to her front and probed her damp folds, rubbing at the little bundle of nerves until Gili cried out. She suddenly shattered, her body gripping him tight. She cried out his name, letting the orgasm carry her away.
He lost it. The climax rolled over him. Pleasure so great he felt as if he’d pass out from the overload of sensations. He drove into her one last time and felt Gili’s muscles milk him dry.
With a guttural groan, he subsided over her, his hands braced on the boulder to keep his weight off her. Her body was wet with sweat and he lapped it up, laying a string of kisses across her bare back.
When he finally found the strength, he pulled out from her and spun her about, lifting her into his arms. Then he tottered on shaking legs over to the bed she’d made with their clothes. He laid her down and dropped beside her, his arm across her waist to pull her close.
The kaleidoscope of color above them had dimmed, leaving the cavern in a misty half-light. Smoke filtered upward from the red coals of the fire, but the ghostly figures had faded. All that remained was a faint echo of the didgeridoo music, a reminder of the spiritual forces at work within the cavern.
Gili rolled her head and grinned at him. “Wow. Who knew that was hiding in this oh-so-handsome exterior? I have to tell you, that caveman act is quite a turn-on.”
In that instant, Morgan felt about ten feet tall. He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Reckon the old ones will mind if we come back here on a regular basis? It sure as hell is one way to keep our sex life interesting.”
Immediately, there was a flash of blue and green interspersed with fiery-red. It wove a pattern across the roof of the cavern before disappearing as quickly as it had arrived. The didgeridoo player blew a long, mournful note and then it, too, faded.
Morgan pulled Gili over so she rested on his chest. “Forever, Gili. The spirits have spoken.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Come on, lazy bones, wake up. It’s time to leave.”
“Hmm?” Gili resisted the voice filtering into her brain and burrowed deeper into the bedding. She frowned as a particularly hard lump dug into the side of her face. Darn pillow. Without opening her eyes, she punched at the pillow to try to pound it into a more accommodating shape.
“Ouch.” A jolt through her hand banished the last remnants of sleep. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at the bed made of her and Morgan’s clothing.
Memory returned and with it, a burst of heat that spiralled in the pit of her stomach. A night of pleasure. Of loving and being loved by Morgan. When Morgan’s supply of condoms ran out, they’d found other ways to plea
sure each other. After all, there were only so many condoms a guy could stuff in his wallet.
Gili flopped back down onto their makeshift bed, rolled onto her back and stared up at the roof of the cavern. The opal lights still flickered, although they were less powerful now. Just enough to drive back the darkness and paint everything with soft, muted color.
The music of the didgeridoo had disappeared and the fire had died down to nothing but a few red coals. The wispy ghost-like forms of the spirits no longer danced in the air, but Gili didn’t feel their loss this time. She knew they still watched and would come if she called.
She turned her head to find Morgan squatting beside her, a grin on his face as he watched her. Lifting her hand, she blew on her abused knuckles. She answered his grin with one of her own. “That’ll teach me to try to beat my pillow into submission.”
“Aww, poor baby.” He lifted her hand and pressed soft, butterfly kisses on each knuckle.
At the feel of his warm mouth on her skin, a delicious shiver feathered through her. Goosebumps broke out on her arms and heat gathered in her veins. When her nipples peaked and an ache lodged between her thighs, she reared up and snaked an arm around Morgan’s neck. With a jerk, she pulled him down and slid her lips across his.
He took the invitation and ran with it, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Teasing. Tasting. Until her blood heated and she wanted nothing more than to drag him back into bed with her. Or what passed for a bed at this moment.
With a final nibble, Morgan ended the kiss and lifted his head. Gili stifled a disappointed moan as she licked her lips and savored the taste of him.
Morgan ran the pad of his thumb across the dampness on her lower lip. “Keep that up, woman, and we’ll never get out of here.”
“Aww, do we have to?” Gili sat and stretched, fully aware of Morgan’s gaze fixed on her bare breasts. “What time is it anyway?”
He twisted his wrist to stare at his watch. “Would you believe it’s just after seven? Knowing how kids are, they’ll be clamoring for breakfast right about now. We should go help.”
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