Page 34 of Noah's Reckoning

“Technically, it’s past midnight,” she said, reaching to grab the T-shirt we had been using as a sex washcloth.

“What’s your point?”

“So it’s a new day,” she said over her shoulder with a wry smile. “Which means a new score. That was only my first orgasm of today.”

I held her steady as I took a second to look at what I had done. My jizz all over ass. Why the fuck that was sexy as hell I didn’t know, but it was.

Then I cleaned her up and tossed the shirt in the corner. The stench of sex had long taken over from the smell of cooked rabbit.

She laid out on the sleeping bag with this graceful, long stretch that arched her back and tilted her head. I ran my hand along her, free now to touch her as I had always wanted to. To revel in her body, her beauty.

In Olivia.

“Five,” I said. “Rummy starts over, but this is a running total.”

Because my goal in life right now was to give Olivia one million orgasms and that wasn’t physically possible in one day.

I stretched out next to her and pulled her up against me spooning her from behind. Just like I had that first night. Only this time, one hand was cupping her breast, the other her pussy and my softening dick was nestled up against her ass.

This was much better.

The blanket wrapped around us, we were fed, warm, sated. I thought if it took the guys another few days to find us, that would be okay by me.

9

Olivia

I was pretty sure I was going to die from sex, and I decided that was an okay way to go. Noah and I were apparently insatiable. Or maybe…making up for lost time?

Because the way we were here, in this cabin, it was like we should always be doing this. Always kissing and touching and sucking. And fucking.

It was morning and as soon as we had woken up, we reached for each other. This time he was on top of me, rocking his hips into me slowly, inexorably, even as he ravaged my mouth.

Eventually his thrusts became heavier. I loved when this happened. This was the part where he wasn’t focused on me and making me come. This was when he started to take for himself.

A little harder. A little rougher. A little more out of control.

I reveled in it.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist, my heels knocking against his ass as he pumped inside of me.

He lifted his face and I cupped his cheek. Loving that deep green color in his eyes. The same as when he was angry with me.

“You close?”

I nodded.

He panted. “Might have to finish you with my mouth.”

I squeezed my arms and legs around him. “No, stay.”

“Can’t, Liv.”

He looked like a man suffering on the rack, but I stayed locked on his gaze.

“Stay, that will make me come.”

I wouldn’t let him go. Wouldn’t let him pull away from my embrace.