Wild Men of Alaska 03 - Dreamweaver

her to take everything he had to give. He held himself impossibly deep within her, breathing hard, keeping their bodies flush and tight, his mouth hovering over her collarbone.
    Lightly he scraped her skin with his teeth. “Gemma,” he groaned. “I’ve never felt so... so complete as I feel buried within the depths of your beautiful body.”
    She melted further at his words. A rush of molten liquid infused her body where they were joined, and her inner muscles contracted in a series of hot spasms.
    She stretched her arms around his neck and held on as he slowly, painstakingly retreated from the heat of her body, and then thrust in to her again. She’d never been held like this before. Never been made love to like this and didn’t know how long she’d last without crumbling at his feet. Muscles strained as sensations snapped and sparked with electrical current.
    “Tighten your hold on to me,” he ordered, lifting her other leg to hook his hip, his arms wrapping like steel bands around her. In one graceful, measured move, he lowered them to the lush, carpeted ground without retreating from the zenith of her body.
    How did a man move like this?
    “Yoga,” he answered. His mouth stole her breath as his teeth captured her nipple. With a flick of his tongue against the turgid peak, he tugged and released it, only to suck the nub roughly into his mouth as his hips slammed hard into her.
    Her arms hooked around his upper torso as she attempted to anchor herself. If anything she found herself holding on more in this position than the last one as he mindlessly pounded into her.
    “Oh, God,” she began to chant. She tried to slow the reaction of her body, wanting it to last longer, but sensations danced over her like vibrant waves of the Northern Lights. “Oh, my God.” Electrical currents charged her with each plunge and retreat. His mouth continued to lick, suck, and nip at her breasts, his hands yanking her closer, spreading her, angling her hips upward, opening her to the sweet assault of his body as he imprinted on hers with voltage too high to contain.
    “ Ohmygod, ” she screamed to the Heavens.
    His answering shout of satisfaction joined in with the cadence of her cries, clutching her tight within his iron grasp as he emptied his essence inside her.
    She imploded into the fabric of the Universe.
    ***
    Lucky’s body settled softly over hers, his weight delicious.
    “Oh, God that was amazing,” she gasped.
    “You gotta quit throwing that word around. Someone will hear.”
    No way did she have the strength to move even if a crowd of thousands had gathered. “Who will hear?”
    “God,” he leaned in and whispered, nibbling on her ear.
    She giggled then sobered, her wide eyes meeting his. “You’re not kidding.”
    “Kinda. Sorta. Yeah, not really. I haven’t seen the Big Guy as I’m stuck in Limbo. But hard not to believe He exists with all this.” He lifted his head, looking around them at their glorious surroundings, then back to her. His eyes heated with emotion as he gazed into hers. “And with what just happened between us.”
    “Do you, uh, think what just happened was okay?” She shrugged. “You know, with Him?” And you , she silently added.
    “As far as I’m concerned, He made all this possible. You are meant to be here. Now. Like this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” He caressed her face with the back of his fingers. “As for me, there is nothing in my life, or death, that compares to what I just experienced with you. I love you, Gemma, more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.”
    Tears tickled the back of her throat, making it impossible to speak. Something in the way she looked at him must have satisfied him, for he smiled, and softly kissed her lips. Taking time to treasure rather than plunder.
    They held each other like that for a long time, leisurely caressing, softly kissing, as they seemed to float in a moment of weightlessness.
    “This place is so beautiful,” Gemma murmured, gazing up at the puffy clouds so white they gleamed like pearls.
    “Nothi ng is as beautiful as you are.”
    She angled her head to look at him, her mind needing to see his reaction, though her heart feared for his answer. “How could you ever leave such a place?”
    He smoothed her hair to fan on the grass, before his eyes could meet hers. “It’s a spirit prison, Gemma. Doesn’t matter how pretty it’s dressed up, it’s still a prison.”
    “So if you choose to