On the riverbank they were much more exposed. She had spent the last two weeks in a small house in the forest, beneath a heavy canopy. Her only relief had been an underground cavern. The rain began, a soft steady drizzle that washed the river water from their skin as he carried her through the bogs and swamp to the edge of the forest. The wind touched their faces, flitted playfully through the leaves in the trees. All the while the gibbons, macaques, an orangutan and various species of birds watched them.

“I’m not making it up. They’re staring.”

“They should be staring. I’m about to show them how good certain things in life are.” There was wicked amusement in his voice. And something else—a note that rasped over her skin and sent heat spiraling through her body.

“I don’t think so, you pervert. We are not putting on a show for those voyeurs.” Just his voice could melt her body. The look in his eyes was her undoing. His eyes burned with desire, hunger, even as she could see the teasing challenge in his expression.

“Next you’re going to be telling me some strange story about how you go into heat and need a female.”

He shifted her, sliding her legs around his waist so that her wet channel was positioned over the head of his penis. “Not any female, Rachael, you.”

She tightened her hold around his neck, lifted her body so he could suckle her breast. Just that easy she was hot and wet and needful. He did things with his tongue, stroking and dancing and teasing until she couldn’t stand it and she began to slowly settle over his thick erection.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I want,” he said, his breath hissing out of his lungs. “Arch back and ride me, nice and slow, take your time.”

She leaned back, turning her face to the sky, to the warm rain and slowly slid her body up and down his. The rain fell on her face, droplets trickled between her breasts, down her stomach to sizzle in the heat of their joining. She smiled up at their audience, wishing them all the pleasure in the world. Wishing them the joy and freedom of a sensual relationship.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped the words, shocked at how the light fell across her face, revealing the intensity of her pleasure. It heightened her natural beauty. She was so uninhibited with him. So uncaring that he could see how much she wanted him, how much she enjoyed his body.

She laughed softly. “I’m only beautiful because you make me feel that way.” Lightning sizzled in her veins. Fire raced over her skin. She controlled the pace, deliberately moving slow, taking him deep, gripping tight with her muscles.