Colette Gale - [The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle Part II] Read Free Page B

drowsy and very much awake. Her pulse sang through her veins, her knees were weak, and her skin felt as if it had come alive. Jonathan smiled and led her to the bubbling pool, and just as she made to step in, she noticed him peering into the darkness behind her. He made a sharp gesture and she turned to look.
    “What is it?” Her heart skipped a beat. A tiger? A snake?  
    The wild man?
    “It’s nothing to be worried about, darling,” he replied, urging her forward. “Come, tell me what you think of the water.”
    She saw nothing in the jungle behind her, and she trusted Jonathan, so Jane poked a toe into the pool. “It’s hot ,” she said, then stuck her foot all the way in. “Ahhhh,” she sighed. “It feels…wonderful.” She couldn’t remember ever being in such warm water—the baths at home were hardly more than tepid, even in the winter.
    Despite the heavy humidity of the jungle air, she found the steaming pool’s heat welcome. By the time she settled, naked, in the water, Jane’s cheeks and throat glistened with perspiration and her face was hot. Her muscles relaxed and she became languorous, half-reclining against a slick rock.
    The underwater spray of the hot springs caused the water to rumble and bubble, surging over Jane’s skin in little licks of heat. Jonathan hardly stepped into the pool across from her before he reached for her, settling deep in the water.
    Jane went into his arms willingly, the hot water rushing over her shoulders and nearly to her chin as she sank lower, fitting into his embrace. Her breasts bobbed in the rumbling water, tossed and caressed by the hot waves. Jonathan kissed her, deep and long, with warm, damp lips and a strong sleek tongue.
    She couldn’t breathe—it was hot and steamy, their mouths crashing together, his teeth sharp and firm against her lips. He found her hand and closed it around his cock, holding it beneath the water as he sighed against her throat.  
    Jane curled her fingers tightly, sliding along the length of him, her legs straddling the outside of his thighs. A rough stone scraped her as she knelt, and her quim spreading wide, open to the hot water and its bubbling, surging motion. Jonathan found one of her breasts, his fingers gently pinching the bud of her nipple. Jane sighed with pleasure, feeling the little tugging throb of her tiny clit. She shifted to press into the top of his thigh, rolling her hips as she surged closer.
    “Tighter,” Jonathan groaned, and she fisted her hand more tightly around his cock, sliding up to the velvety knob at the top. “Faster.” She complied, and the water splashed beneath her ministrations.
    He found her other breast, flattening a hand over each one then pulling back to play with her nipples. Yes .  
    Her world was steamy and wet, and when she closed her eyes, everything tilted and swirled, everything felt close and hot and full. She smelled Jonathan, his male scent, the sweat clinging to his warm skin, sweet flowers and damp soil. She felt the coarseness of the hair on his legs, scraping against hers. The hard, smooth stones beneath her knees. The heat of his cock, hotter even than the steaming water.  
    Jane couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t speak. She felt as if she floated on some hot cloud, and at the same time, she felt heavy and expectant. She rocked and shifted, moving her hips to find a way to join with him. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to fill the heat, the length, slamming up into her—
    Then all at once, he lifted her at the hips, positioning her over him. With a sharp jerk, he jolted up into her and she cried out at the sudden shock of pleasure.
    He was deep inside her, and she wanted to move, fast and hard…but he grasped her tightly by the hips and held her in place. He filled her, throbbed deeply inside her. She was tight around him, quivering with desire, her tiny pearl full and aching….
    “Please,” she whispered, jolting against him in desperation. The pressure of