Colette Gale - [The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle Part II] by Entangled Page A

pressed against hers…forever since she’d covered the long, hard length of cock with her hand, feeling its rigid outline beneath the rise of loose trousers. He gasped and shuddered against her, his mouth slipping away from hers when she touched him.  
    “Oh, yes,” he sighed into her ear. His mouth was hot against her neck, and Jane felt the rise of her own pleasure at the thought of him filling her, sliding in and out of her wet quim.
    Her eyes still closed, Jane allowed herself to be swept into heat and titillation, her body swelling and moistening, readying for pleasure. She imagined his strong, tanned body poised over hers, his wide, calloused hands gentle on her sensitive breasts. His long, soft ringlets brushing against her skin, and the ridges of his lightly haired, sleekly carved torso pressing into her curves. The hesitance in his touch. The wonder in his gaze.
    Man. Woman.
    Jane’s eyes flew open.
    It was Jonathan pressing against her…Jonathan pressuring her hand down over the ready length of his cock, holding it there as she felt its engorged ridge behind his trousers.
    But it wasn’t Jonathan she’d imagined just then.  
    Jane sat up abruptly, nearly clocking her fiancé in the chin with the top of her head. What am I thinking?
    “Here, darling,” he said, drawing her by the shoulders and helping her kneel in a position between his legs. “Ahh…yes,” he sighed as she loosened the frayed string that tied his trousers together.
    His cock sprang free, full and ready, glistening at the tip with a pearl of moisture.
    I must stop thinking about…about anyone but Jonathan.
    She settled between his thighs, grasping the length of his cock in one hand and balancing herself on the surface where she’d lain recumbent moments earlier. Licking her lips, she bent to him and covered the dark red head, squeezing below it with her hand.  
    Jonathan stiffened and gave a soft, welcoming gasp as she began to slide him into her mouth, closing her lips tightly around the hot shaft. Her fingers moved down with the rhythm of her mouth, working in tandem as she concentrated on the pulsing cock inside her…and not on the events of the night before.
    She could no longer allow herself to think about the events of last night.
    Last night…when she’d no longer held any hope that Jonathan might be found, alive or dead. Last night…when the sleek, muscular wild man had slipped into her bedchamber high in the trees…
    …and settled his face between her legs.
    Jane’s insides shivered, and the little bud nestled in her quim gave a sharp pulse at the memory of the wild man and his tentative and then very busy tongue, licking and stroking and sucking there in her hottest place.
    She sighed into the next slide down Jonathan’s cock, imagining the wickedness of the wild man’s pointed tongue, darting inside her, jiggling and jimmying against her until she exploded with pleasure. Even now she felt the moisture gathering there, the filling and pulsing as she worked her mouth up and down over the length of hot cock.
    Jonathan’s breathing changed, and she felt his cock swell against her tongue and lips. His fingers curled into her shoulders, painful and desperate, as he lifted his hips to slam into her mouth.Jane swallowed, trying to keep from gagging as the head of his cock thrust deep into the back of her throat: bang, bang, bang ….
    With one final, violent thrust, he froze and exploded into her mouth, pulsing and trembling inside her. Jane swallowed the warm, salty wad and pulled away. Her lips were full and pounding, her shoulders sore from his fingers, and her quim and its little bud were thick and damp.
    “Ahh, Jane,” Jonathan sighed, sinking back onto the chaise. “I cannot remember the last time I felt so good.” He gave her a crooked smile and beckoned for her to slide up along his body and join him in reclining.
    Jane allowed him to settle her against his warm, damp torso and tried not to think about the