Tender Savage (Siren Publishing Allure) (10 page)

Scrambling quickly to her feet, she was brought to a halt as a sudden feeling of faintness assailed her. Reaching out, she grabbed at a tree and waited for the dizziness to pass. Abraham caught her as she swayed and quickly lowered her back to sit on the groundsheet.

“Take it easy, Eleanor. You were dehydrated, so you’ll feel slightly disoriented for a while.”

Looking up at him, she searched his face, waiting for some sign of tenderness. Finding none, she looked down and, finding a loose thread at the bottom of her shirt, started fiddling with it, occupying her traitorous hands, hands that wanted to reach out and touch him.

“You’ve had a wash?” she questioned, still avoiding his gaze.

Reaching out a hand, he lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

“No hello or good morning?” He smiled whimsically.

“No, err, sorry.” She took a deep breath. “Good morning, Abraham. You’ve had a wash?”

Abraham grinned at her single-mindedness.

“Good morning, Eleanor. Yes, if you’re sure you feel well enough, I’ll show you where you can get cleaned up.”

* * * *

Eleanor’s eyes grew wide, taking in the beauty of the wilderness that surrounded her. The waterfall was like something out of a film set. The water crashing into the pool was the bluest she’d ever seen, and the froth as it hit the pool was as white as snow, foaming and fizzing in a fantasia of sound. The sun shone, turning everything into a bright cornucopia of colour. The exotic flowers and butterfly wings seemed brighter somehow, and the myriad of beautiful plumage high in the trees took her breath away. The plants surrounding the pool were lush and strong, the greens vibrant, varying from a vivacious lime to a deep prosaic sage. And the smells—she sniffed, feeling intoxicated, exhilarating aromas, rich scents that tantalised the nostrils, smells she likened to honeysuckle, freesias, lilies, and May blossoms.

Everything seemed surreal, calm, peaceful, and exquisite, eons away from the death and destruction of the last few days. Turning a happy, smiling face to Abraham, she laughed girlishly up at him.

“Can I really swim in here? It’s like—well, it’s just like I imagine ‘The Garden of Eden’ was.”

Abraham, looking down into her delightful eyes, felt something strange stir in his heart. Ignoring the phenomenon, he pulled her close, his arm encircling her small, slender frame. Trustingly, she lifted her face for his kiss. His mouth unerringly found hers in a deep, soul-destroying kiss, a kiss that buzzed and sparkled like electricity throughout her veins and caused the blood to pump wildly around her erratically beating heart. Lifting her arms, she entwined them around his neck, her fingers stroking his nape and the soft hair that now needed cutting. She pushed closer, her breasts pressing against his hard, muscular chest. She groaned, a small grumbling in the back of her throat as she whispered for him to make her his, to let her be his Eve to her Adam.

Laying her on the bank among the lush vegetation, Abraham, caught up in the moment, needed no second bidding and unhurriedly began undressing her. Slowly removing her clothes, he gently explored the womanly contours of her body. Finally naked, she lay exposed to his scrutiny. She was unashamed, spreading herself to his gaze. He looked his fill. She was all woman, skin soft and satinlike, luscious breasts, small waist, curvaceous hips, long, slender legs, and at the apex of her thighs a womanly mound, the lips already parted, ready, and pouting for his attention.

His hands slid under her, cupping her backside, squeezing and caressing the cheeks, enjoying the feel of their shapely softness. Lifting her to his lips, his tongue danced around the perfect shape of her clitoris before sucking it deeper into his mouth.

Eleanor’s hands in his hair stilled as a tingle began building deep in her pelvis. As she pressed his head further into the apex of her body, she wrapped her legs more securely around his neck and, with hips thrusting, urged him in small impassioned cries to make her come. Abraham appeared happy to oblige his mouth becoming an instrument of pleasure, nipping, suckling, and lapping, the scent of her essence filling his nostrils, and with her small mewing cries carried away on the sun-warmed air, he took her to heaven.

* * * *

Eleanor slowly opened her eyes. Her breathing had slowed, and the ripples of pleasure were now just a tingle. Still feeling weak from Abraham’s pleasuring, she sighed deeply in satisfaction, loving the feeling of abandonment sex in the open air had produced.

Turning on her side, Eleanor gazed at Abraham. Eyes closed, he appeared to be asleep. Reaching out a hand, she traced the scar that ran the length of his cheek, wondering how he had got it. His eyes snapped open, and a hard hand covered hers. She looked questionably at him.

“How did you get this?” she asked, putting her thoughts into words. Pulling her hand from under his, she reached up to continue her exploration.

Recapturing her hand, he told at her to behave and, pushing her onto her back, gave her a hard, hot kiss, his hands once again discovering her body.

Her question forgotten, Eleanor pulled laughingly away, and sitting up, she in turn pushed him until he lay flat. He was naked, his clothes dispensed of she knew not when. Unclothed, he was the very epitome of raw masculinity, savagely elemental, designed to attract the opposite sex and created to mate.

Filled with mischief, she kissed his lips, moved on to his neck, his shoulders, across his chest, and down to his flat stomach where the narrowing of hair signified the way. Glancing up briefly, she smiled at his expression and moved lower, teasing him with soft caresses that went from hip to hip, across his stomach, stopping momentarily to dip her tongue into the indent of his belly button and then to travel lower.

She heard Abraham catch his breath as her lips stroked, butterfly soft, down the length of his cock, and she smiled briefly in satisfaction, the smile a gentle movement that stopped at the eye of his dick to taste the essence dewing there.

He groaned, the sound resonant, raw, and primal rising from deep in his abdomen. Satisfaction at his involuntary response had her smiling secretly to herself and enticed her to be more adventurous. So with that in mind, she gently lifted his cock in her hands, softly skimming its surface, and, bending her head, she nuzzled his balls, loving the soft pliability of their fleshiness. Opening her mouth, she caressed and licked, nibbled and teased until, with another heartfelt groan, Abraham grabbed hold of her hair and gently pulled her head away.

Capturing his spasmodic cock, she closed her lips over its amazing length and began sucking, her hand moving backward and forward up and down its length, whilst her other hand lightly stroked his balls. His breathing laboured, Abraham held her head in place as his hips involuntarily rose up from the ground in the pursuit of satisfaction. Grunting softly, he thrust faster, and Eleanor, realising gratification was nigh, increased her devotions, sucking harder, drawing his cock more forcibly into her mouth and using her tongue with acrobatic accuracy. A shout and she realised he’d reached the pinnacle. Feeling an answering response, she felt the fizzing and sparkling of climax, followed by the pulsating and throbbing of satisfaction and the gratifying rush of heat as his seed surged into her mouth.

Throwing herself onto the ground beside him, Eleanor, her breathing steadying, relaxed back and, still having the taste of him in her mouth, looked at the blue sky above her. Here the trees were not so dense, and she could see monkeys of some kind swinging happily from branch to branch, chattering noisily and curiously looking at the humans lying naked on the ground. She smiled, happy in her own skin, happy to be here in this place with the man she loved, and happy to have shared her body in such an intimate way with him.

Rolling on her side to look at him, she gazed lovingly down into his face, hard and world weary, but she thought as she stroked a finger across his lips, she truly loved this man. However, she must not let him guess it. That would just be too humiliating by far. He’d made it clear right from the beginning that she shouldn’t fall in love with him, that their physical intimacy was just an itch that needed to be scratched. Briefly she closed her eyes, and yet she’d done it, hadn’t she! She’d fallen in love with the one man that didn’t want her love. Like a cloak, melancholy settled around her shoulders, and tears hovered, glistening like silver pearls along her lashes.

Abraham’s eyes snapped open, and he lifted a hand, a concerned look briefly entering his eyes. “Are you crying?”

Pinning on a smile, she quickly flicked at her eyes. “Of course not. You’re not so good you move me to tears,” she quipped jokingly, hoping to distract him.

“Really!” Abraham responded, grinning happily, quickly adjusting their positions and twisting her onto her back.

There followed a powerful mating, Eleanor yielding and feminine and Abraham masterful and commanding. Their hot breath drifting away on the morning air and their final cries of completion resonating through the trees, they slowly came back to earth. With a quick smile in her direction, Abraham rose to get some water, and she softly, to herself, whispered the gentle words of love she longed for him to hear and waited expectantly, hoping for she knew not what. However, it was merely the rustling of the trees that whispered back.

Watching Abraham’s naked body as he bent to pick up the canteen, Eleanor felt a yearning tugging at her heartstrings, a feeling she’d never felt before. Her eyes glazed, a small smile danced across her love-swollen lips. What would it be like to have Abraham’s child? They’d never used any protection, never even gave it a thought, well not on her part anyway. She wasn’t promiscuous, only having had one sexual partner in the past, and hadn’t ever carried condoms, foolishly leaving that responsibility to the man. As for Abraham, well, she didn’t imagine he would carry condoms into the jungle. Biting her lip, she looked quickly away as he glanced toward her, frightened at what he might see. A worried frown puckered her forehead. It was stupid to think such silly thoughts. What would she do with a child? She had a living to earn, and backstage at modelling venues was no place for a child, and anyway, there was still her brother to consider. His care took up all the money she earned. And what of Abraham. How would he feel about being saddled with a child he didn’t want or hadn’t asked for? She was almost certain he thought she’d taken care of the protection, probably assumed she was on the pill. After all, a woman of twenty-three was usually on the pill. He was not to know that due to unfortunate fainting fits when she was a teenager, she wasn’t able to take oral contraception. God! She smoothed a hand over her flat stomach. What if she was pregnant? But no, she shook her head. She couldn’t possibly be—could she?

Handing over the canteen to Eleanor, Abraham started to dress, leaving her to take a deep, satisfying swig, grimacing slightly at the taste. The sterilizing tablets left a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Aren’t you coming in for a swim?”

“No, and neither are you,” Abraham, spinning quickly, shot back at her.

“What do you mean? I thought that was why you’d brought me here.”

“I never said that, Eleanor. You can wash, but don’t go in the water. It’s teeming with bacteria and God knows what else as well, and you don’t want any unpleasant side effects from something wanting to creep into your body parts.”

Eleanor looked deep into the clear water.

“I can’t see anything in it. It looks perfectly okay to me.”

Catching hold of her arm, Abraham drew her to her feet.

“Looks can be deceptive, Eleanor. Believe me when I say it’s not safe. I’m more experienced in these matters than you, so just for once, do as you’re told,
mmm
?”

Looking mulishly at him, she nodded reluctantly, her lips pouting in disappointment.

Grinning, he tweaked at her chin and strode off back to the encampment.

Teeth clenched, she rubbed her chin in annoyance. Just how old did he think she was?

Stooping down at the water’s edge, she cupped a handful of the cool water and splashed her face. Instead of bending to scoop another handful, she sat on the bank and dangled her feet. The water felt lovely, soothing her sore feet and easing the tiredness away. Wriggling her toes, she laughed as some small fish nibbled at her ankles. It was almost like having a Garra fish massage. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feeling of cleanliness on her skin and the soothing lap of the water at her calves. It was so hot. She glanced up at the sun, feeling sticky, sweat drying on her skin. It would be just heaven to slip into the water and wash away the dirt, to cleanse her hair and body. Hesitating, Abraham’s warning coming to the fore, she peered into the water. It looked harmless. The little fishes were now paying her no heed, and there was nothing else to see. It appeared so inviting, clear, and pure. Abraham was obviously just being overcautious, and anyway, she’d only stay in a minute. With that thought, she slipped into the water, quickly looking around, ensuring nothing sinister had appeared at her entry. She then, with a blissful sigh, closed her eyes and lay back, enjoying the sensation of the water caressing and relaxing her limbs.

Time passed, and forgetting her good intentions of staying in for only a minute, she frolicked and played, dipping under the water and racing after the little fish. Finally, feeling clean for the first time in days, she swam back to the bank. Levering herself out, she threw herself onto the ground and lay back, enjoying the peace and tranquillity and enjoying being in paradise, if only for a moment.