Page 65 of In A Faraway Land

“We’ll stay a few more minutes, then we’ll go.”

Muscles in his hard back flexed under Flicka’s temple as he turned his head, watching.

Her hands were pressed to his stomach, where the stacked cobblestones of his abdominal muscles moved under her palms as he breathed. His breath was still rapid, his lungs expanding and clenching under the heavy muscles of his chest.

Flicka’s blood rushed through her veins, and her heartbeat pulsed in her ears.

She turned her head, pressing her lips to where his spine lay under his shirt.

He glanced back at her. “Flicka?”

She grabbed his face, pulling him down to her to kiss him. His mouth was malty from the beer he had been drinking but sweet.

The way his body stiffened almost felt like he was going to pull away from her, but his arms clamped around her and he drove her back against the wall in thepitch-black shadow of the semi-trailer.

He broke off the kiss and ran one hand up her bare thigh to her hip, shoving aside her skirt and raising her thigh around his waist. “Be quiet.”

Flicka nodded, biting her lip as his fingers slipped inside her panties and stroked her.

He grabbed her boob with his other hand, pulling her shirt out of the way and ducking his head to lick and suck her.

She threw her head back, cracking the crown of it on the brick wall, and didn’t even feel it.

He growled near her ear, so quietly that she could barely hear him, “God, you’re wet.”

She nodded, craning her neck to kiss his throat.

“I don’t have a condom this time, either.”

“I don’t care.I need you.”

His breathing hitched, and he pulled his hips back to unbuckle his belt and open his pants.“I’ve got to start carrying one in my wallet.”

“Don’t,” she said. “I like the feel of your skin.”

He groaned softly. “You’re going to kill me.”

She unhooked her leg from his waist and spun in his grip to face the wall. “Like this.”

“Now I know you’re trying to kill me.” He bit her shoulder, kicked her feet apart, and drove himself into her.

Flicka gasped and arched backward at his thrust.

He grabbed her hips for a moment, stroking slow and hard inside her. Flicka spread her fingers wide on the dark wall, feeling the rough bricks and bracing herself.

Dieter leaned back.

She stole a glance over her shoulder. Dieter was looking down at her ass in the dim light, watching himself entering her core and pulling back. When he looked up, the faint light reflected in his gray eyes, makingthem almost silvery, and the intense look on his face looked feral or angry.

He rammed his hips against her ass and crashed into her, wrapping one arm around her waist and slipping the other down to her clit, sliding his fingers on her wet skin as he grunted in her ear. He pressed her between his hard, strong body and the wall, grinding into her and grappling as she writhed, trying to feel moreof him.

In seconds, his fingers rubbed her to a tight peak, and she caught a cry just before it left her throat. Tension spiraled up her body, a frantic energy that made her grind her clit against his hand, and she blasted apart in a slow explosion that whited out her vision and made her head float in the silence.

Through it all, Dieter was murmuring in her ear,“Durchlauchtig, Durchlauchtig,”and his strong arms pressed her against his broad chest. One of his hands was splayed on her face, holding her cheek against his shoulder. His hard abs twitched behind her, the end of his climax.

Flicka sagged, exhausted and sated, and he held her up.

He whispered, his voice ragged, “We have to go.”