Amazon Awakening

by Caridad Piñeiro

  The man was all male, she thought, but refrained from any mention of it as she treaded water beside him.

  “It’s not far. Are you ready to follow me?” The moonlight silvered the drops of water along his skin, and he slicked back his dark hair, revealing the sculpted lines of his features.

  Considering how she was feeling, she’d follow him most anywhere, she thought, but all she said was, “I’m ready.”

  With a nod, he took a deep breath and then dove under the silvery surface. She immediately copied his actions, the water so clear that she had no problem seeing him just a few feet before her. As she stroked through the warm liquid, the space in front of her grew brighter. The water became denser and, as she swam through it, a tingling sensation and heat bathed her.

  Within her came an answering warmth and the heavy throb of desire deep between her legs. It curled upward to her breasts, making them so sensitive that each rub of the fabric as she swam made her ache.

  Her desire was so strong she became dizzy, her body shaking from the need overtaking her. She plowed on, beginning to lose focus as the water became ever thicker and brightened to the point that it blinded her with intense light.

  She could no longer see Rey and panicked, completely disoriented by the sensations and luminosity surrounding her. She spun around in the water, trying to make sense of where she was. The pressure in her lungs increased and brought the fear that she might drown. But a second later, Rey wrapped his arm around her waist and propelled her upward.

  Beside her belly came the heat of his body and the insistent press of his erection. He was naked, and his body was a contradiction of hard and soft along her length. Each brief touch with his flesh only amplified the ardor that had awakened within her.

  They broke the surface together, breaths exploding from their mouths.

  “Rey,” she called out, gripping his shoulders tightly since her body was no longer her own. Her nipples were rough peaks and aching for any touch. Between her legs an intense throb had her shaking for fulfillment.

  “It’s all right. It’s from shifting through to this space,” he said and stroked his hand across her face, the touch gentle.

  “Please touch me,” she said, taking hold of his hand and bringing it down to her breast.

  Once again he offered a tender caress and as her gaze met his, she could see that his pupils were wide and that he was as aroused as she was.

  “I won’t take advantage of you right now, but I will help this feeling pass,” he said. With a surge, he lifted her up into his arms and to the side of the pool. The area around the pool was covered in soft moss. He laid her down upon it and joined her, his body half on, half off hers.

  “So does this mean you’ll take advantage of me later?” she kidded, trying anything to rid herself of the nearly uncontrollable desire.

  He chuckled and said, “Maybe.”

  Slowly, he undid the strings on her bikini and let the fabric fall away, exposing her body to him.

  He groaned at the sight and along her thigh came the jump of his erection. Vivid images filled her brain of that thick, long cock pumping within her. Stroking her to release.

  It was impossible to deny that what she wanted more than anything was to make love with him.

  “You feel it, too,” she said and laid a hand on his shoulder, running it back and forth along the strong swell of muscle there. Rock hard muscle honed by demanding work. Skin tanned to a delicious caramel color by the kiss of the sun. She trailed her hand down his chest, circled her finger around his hard nipple.

  “I’m not sure I can hold back if you keep this up.” A low growl filled his voice as he raised his hand and cupped her breast.

  “I’m not sure I want you to hold back,” she replied, need for him driving away all logic and reason much as it had the other day in her office.

  He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and met her gaze, seeking confirmation.

  She gave it by leaning upward and brushing a kiss along his lips, inviting him to fulfill both their needs.

  All restraint fled Rey. He dug one hand into her hair and held her close as he devoured her mouth. Kissing those full lips and dipping his tongue in to taste her. Exploring the straight line of her perfect white teeth and groaning as she met his tongue with hers, dancing it playfully along his lips.

  He skimmed his hand from her waist to the underside of her full breast. Cradled its weight with his hand before shifting his thumb upward to stroke the turgid tip. She moaned into his mouth, snaking a line of desire down his core to his erection and balls, which throbbed in answer.

  Although he didn’t want to rush, didn’t want to make this first time with her short, the desire from the shift was almost too powerful to bear. With a roll of his hips, he rubbed his dick along the softness of her thigh and nearly came from that simple movement, so primed was he with the energy of the jump into the sacred space.

  Her response was immediate.

  She covered his erection with her hand and stroked him, her hand circling all around the sensitive ridge at his head. She whispered against his lips, “I want you inside me. Filling me.”

  Shaking, he moved away from her to lie on his back, allowing her to take control. Wanting her to know he would not do anything she did not want.

  She gave him a puzzled look, but there was no hesitation as she straddled his thighs and took hold of his cock with her two hands, one hand placed over the other to caress his immense length. Stroking him as she said, “Why are we feeling this way?”

  “This passion is from our journey here.” Although in truth, he had desired her from nearly the moment he had seen her.

  “And you feel guilty giving in to it?” Paola asked while running one hand up and down his long shaft and moving the other down to cup his balls. His eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of her touch along the sensitive center of his scrotum.

  Paola loved his responsiveness to her actions. Loved the feel of having so much masculine power at her control and understood that had been his intent. By surrendering himself to her, he was trying to absolve himself of the guilt of taking her in this condition. But she couldn’t let him continue in his misery since the truth of it was she had been imagining being with him like this since the moment she had laid eyes on him.

  “Rey,” she said, command in her voice.

  He opened his eyes and gazed up at her.

  “I’ve wanted this from the second you walked into my office.” She reached down, laid her hands over his, where they were fisted at his sides, and urged his hands up to her waist.

  “I want to make love with you,” she said.

  He took her at her word, cupping her breasts. He played with her nipples, tugging at them with his fingers. Rotating and tweaking the tight peaks as she resumed her exploration of his body. She stroked the hard length of him and massaged his tight balls in her hand. Growing so wet, she was certain she was drenching his thighs with her passion.

  As one stroke of her hand made a drop of moisture escape him, she shifted until she was poised above him. He dropped his hands to her waist, stilling her motion and asked, “Are you sure?”

  Funny thing was, she had never been more sure of anything in her life. She slowly lowered herself onto every delicious inch of him, experiencing the stretch and fullness of their union.

  They both groaned at the same time as a feeling of balance entered them, along with the pull of even greater desire.

  Paola could only remain still for a moment, driven to move on him. To ride him to fulfillment.

  Rey was lost in the feel of her. Hot. Wet. Slick.

  He could smell her. Musky and all female.

  He saw her, moving on him. Her full breasts bobbing slightly with her motion.

  He needed to taste her and braced one arm behind him to rise up and suckle at her breasts. So hard and sweet.

  Her cries of satisfaction filled his ears. With each shift of her hips, she made a soft little sound. When he teethed her nipp
les, she moaned more deeply and dug one hand into his hair, holding him close.

  She increased the pace of her ride, moving more quickly as she strove for her release and his.

  He was surrounded by her, lost in the sensations she was creating.

  Her eyes were closed as she rode him, her head thrown back and her hands on his shoulders for stability.

  He reached down and braced one hand on her hip. Dipping his thumb down, he found the center of her, pressing against that nub while her own motion created friction with the movement of her hips. Until that pressure was too much and she climaxed.

  Paola called out his name and clutched his shoulders, her back taut as a bow as she came. Within her, the almost painful need evaporated as her climax slowly ebbed. Inside her he was still erect, but she couldn’t move, her body quivering from her release.

  He shifted then, gently urging her to her back. Bracing his hands on either side of her so he could look down as he slowly pumped his hips, he sought his own release. Renewing desire and pulling her over the edge with him again, he came with a hoarse shout of her name.

  He dropped down onto her, burying her beneath the weight of his body for a moment with an apology. “I’m sorry. I’m too heavy,” he whispered, but she encircled him in her arms.

  “You feel fine,” she said, loathe to lose the contact with him and the sensation of being filled by him. Their connection was more than just physical. Something else had come to life, binding them.

  “As much as I hate to leave you now, our time here is limited,” he said and reluctantly slipped out of her.

  She protested when he eased to her side, but as he did so, she realized that although it had been night just seconds before, it was now daylight and the warm rays of the sun were spilling down on them, drying their bodies.

  “Where are we?” she asked, curiosity finally driving away the last vestiges of want.

  Rey rose and helped her to her feet, but kept a steadying arm around her since she was decidedly out-of-balance. He motioned to the rain forest around them, which was alive with all kinds of flowers and plants. Many more than had been in the space surrounding the plantation. The air was redolent with their vibrant scents. High above, monkeys swung from the trees and their actions roused protest from the many birds in the branches.

  As with the plants, the monkeys and birds were in amazing abundance, but the forest was filled with a multitude of fruit trees and banana plants to feed them. No one would go hungry in this place.

  The monkeys chattered loudly, and the colorful plumage on the birds competed with the riotous rainbow of colors in the flowers. It was so vibrant it almost hurt her eyes.

  “This is incredible,” she said, but a sudden low rumble sent a frisson of fear up her spine.

  With a loud roar, an immense jaguar ambled from the underbrush and came directly toward them.

  “Rey,” she warned and stepped back, trying to take him with her as her flight reaction kicked in.

  “There is no need to fear here,” he said and, as if to prove his point, he released her and walked toward the jaguar. When he was barely a foot away, he dropped to his knees and held out his hand.

  The jaguar walked right up to him, wrapped its two massive paws around his shoulders and began to lick his face. With a rough laugh and a noise that sounded like an answering purr from Rey, he dragged the cat down to the mossy ground. Playfully, he rolled around with it, scratching behind its ears and massaging the long powerful muscles along its flanks. The big cat purred with pleasure before giving a shake of its massive head and facing her.

  The cat’s gaze was surprisingly intelligent and appraising. The jaguar pushed off of Rey and approached her, but her earlier fear had vanished. When the jaguar reached her, it plopped on its haunches before her and tilted its head to the side, as if examining her. Then it raised one paw as if for a handshake.

  She glanced past the animal to Rey.

  Smiling, he met her gaze and said, “The jaguar is my guiding spirit. It came to welcome me back. Now it’s welcoming you.”

  She had to be dreaming or maybe hallucinating. Maybe there had been something in the wine she had drunk earlier. For good measure she pinched herself.

  The pain unfortunately confirmed that she was awake.

  The jaguar growled and pawed at the air before her and she relented, taking its large paw with both of her hands. A shock of power, like plugging into an electrical socket, traveled through her and settled in her center. At that spot, a strange vibration and heat sprung up before shooting out along her extremities once again.

  “She is strong,” she heard in her head before the animal retracted its paw and loped back into the jungle.

  Rey stood a few feet away, likewise considering her. When he walked toward her, as powerful and predatory as the jaguar, desire coursed through her body yet again. He was a beautiful man and she wasn’t sure she would ever tire of seeing him.

  Clearly he felt the same way about her. His eyes were dilated with desire and his erection, which had ebbed after their lovemaking, rose up once more. He stopped before her, inches away to keep from touching her with his hardness, but it didn’t stop him from raising his hand and cradling her breast. From flicking his thumb along the turgid tip.

  That little action brought a flood of moisture between her legs and a noticeable hitch in her breath.

  “You tempt me beyond belief,” he confessed, continuing his languid caress, but making no overture to take their interlude further.

  “And that’s bad because?” she surprised herself by saying even though she knew dozens of reasons why it was bad, beginning with the fact that things were moving too quickly between them. Except…from the first moment she’d met him, she had been drawn to him. Connected somehow. And that sense of being linked with him had only grown stronger with each second they spent together. Making love to him had only strengthened that sense of belonging.

  “Being here opens us up to emotions and sensations we would not feel back in our world,” he explained, that magic hand still working her breast, reviving intense need within her.

  “What is ‘here’?” she asked again, looking past him to all the astonishing flora and fauna.

  “It is what might have been. Some even say it’s the Garden of Eden before man despoiled it.”

  If Adam and Eve had been feeling anything like she was right now, she could understand how the situation had gotten out of control. Rey must have sensed her thoughts. He ripped his hand away and then motioned for her to walk ahead of him toward a path that cut through the jungle.

  She did so, striding barefoot along soft moss-covered earth. Enjoying the many sights and sounds without her earlier apprehension as the peaceful energy in the place calmed her spirit. With that serenity within her, Paola could understand why some thought this was Eden, a place with no cares, no worries and no fears.

  They had walked for about half an hour when Paola spotted a clearing ahead of her. As she stepped within the opening, she took note of the assorted huts and beyond them, the banks of the river. Familiar and yet still different.

  As they marched toward the settlement, people emerged from the shelters and nearby forest area. Gloriously beautiful people in all shapes, sizes and colors, their faces wreathed in hospitable smiles as she and Rey approached.

  She had a moment of hesitation at her naked state, but all the people were likewise unclothed and unashamed, lessening her embarrassment.

  “Welcome,” she heard in her head.

  When she faced Rey with a questioning look, he said, “There is no need for speech here.”

  Soon there came a babble of voices in her head, all from the individuals gathered nearby. It was nearly overwhelming until Rey’s voice rose up from all the others.

  “She is not yet trained,” he explained mentally and the riot of voices quieted. In the silence which followed came one strident vocal challenge.

  “I see you wasted no time getting her here.”

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sp; Chapter Five

  The man who had spoken up slipped from the throng of people.

  Emilio Ribiero. She had met him at dinner earlier and had not cared for him. There had been something rapacious about him as he had leered at her as if he wanted to eat her up instead of the meal.

  “Patricia suggested the time was right tonight,” Rey replied silently, challenge in his tone.

  “Patricia always did favor you. I can see the jaguar spirit has already claimed her, as have you,” Emilio replied caustically and shot Paola an accusatory look.

  To Paola, the entire exchange seemed very Cain and Abel-like, eroding the tranquility she had been feeling earlier. “Gentlemen, I am not some prize for the two of you to fight over,” she said aloud, earning a disbelieving grunt from Emilio.

  “I guess he has not told you yet,” Emilio replied, directing a laser-like stare in Rey’s direction.

  Rey ignored the statement. “What are you doing here?”

  Emilio raised his arms and motioned to the air around him. “I sensed a disturbance. I was not wrong,” he said, looking at her. His gaze swept up and down her naked body. He almost licked his lips before saying to Rey, “You caused it with your shift, but now it is almost time to go.”

  “It is,” Rey acknowledged and glanced at her. “Unfortunately, our trip to the village took longer than I thought it would. We must head back to the pool to return to our place in time.”

  Paola did not understand any of this, but she would not question Rey’s judgment. Plus she was starting to feel a weirdness inside her, as if she was being jerked between two places.

  When she glanced up at Rey, he must have sensed her unease. “It’s from the shift. Once you’re trained, you’ll learn to control that pull from our world. Trust me.”

  Surprisingly, she did trust him and nodded to confirm her assent.