Ice Man stepped over her, placing his feet on either side of her hips. The man obviously had no body-part-nemeses to give him any insecurities.

As well, he seemed awfully proud of the cock-that-could-choke-an-elephant. This close, it seemed to stretch above her-endless, and well, damned intimidating.

“You know, I’m thinking we should take a little time to get to know each other first,” she babbled, alarmed when he dropped to his knees and leaned forward on his arms, his wagging appendage tapping her belly before he eased down.

Closer now, she noted the flare of his nostrils, like he was taking in her scent. Was scenting a stone-age mating ritual or was he sniffing out his next meal? Her nerves jumped when a low growl erupted from deep inside his wide chest, and he leaned down.

Her hands shot up and braced against that wall of solid muscle, but he seemed as immoveable as the rock ledge on which she lay. “Um, I don’t suppose you’re the kind of guy who just likes to lick his food first, huh?”

The corners of his lips twitched, making her wonder if her expression had clued him in to her nervousness. His downward momentum didn’t stop until he lay on top of her-every overwhelming inch.

She forgot how to breathe. Instead, she wheezed, afraid to inhale too deeply and accidentally press upward against the long erection. Already, it burrowed between her legs and lapped over the top of her miniscule mini.

The fat, bulbous tip of him burned her quivering belly. “This is nice,” she said quickly. “Maybe we could stay like this for a little while?”

“Uh ugh,” he murmured, and dropped his head to nuzzle her neck. Again, he inhaled, sniffing her like she was a tasty treat. A thick thigh nudged between hers.

Despite her misgivings, her nipples dimpled and she relaxed her knees to let him slip between them. The base of his cock settled against her pussy, and she couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped her lips or the liquid pleasure that bathed his heavy sac as he rubbed against her. Her body softened instinctively beneath his.

No less breathless, now she opened to him, lifting her knees on either side of his hips to help him snuggle closer to the part of her drowning in excitement. “Maybe you are the kind of guy who licks first, hmmm?”

As though he understood her need to slow things down, he nudged beneath her chin and mouthed her skin, sucking softly as he followed the column of her throat.

“Yes, please. Just like that,” she whispered, her arms creeping around him to slide her hands up his neck and into his thick, blond hair.

She’d never considered herself easy, exactly, but going with the flow of this fantasy felt natural-even right-and if The Lunch Break had conjured the object of her daydreams to deliver the ultimate lunchtime getaway, why should she resist?

Slowly, Ice Man worked his way to the bare expanse of her upper chest, sliding his body downward so she missed the feel of his balls nestled against her pussy. She may even have moaned a protest, but he quickly substituted new delights that blew the loss right out of her mind.

His wicked mouth suctioned and nipped at her mounds until she gasped and moaned according to his will. Soon she was mad for him to remove the garment knotted between her breasts. Her nipples swelled and tightened, aching for his caress.

However, he seemed content to trace the edges of the garment with his tongue, licking over the tops of her breasts and between, then nosing the spiking nipples pressed against the thin suede fabric. When at last he sucked them through the cloth, her belly jumped and quivered, and moisture seeped to wet her swelling labia.

But it wasn’t nearly enough. “Please,” she moaned and tugged at his hair, trying to gain his attention, trying to urge him to get to “the points” a little faster now.

Rather than unknotting the garment, he tugged it lower, freeing her breasts, but trapping them above it, so they were squeezed over the top.

The constriction excited her almost as much as the heavy-lidded look he gave her rosy, dimpled areolas. Each shallow breath she managed to drag into her air-starved lungs lifted the distended tips like offerings.

Please, please suck them! She’d never known her breasts could be so sensitive, so attuned and eager for one man’s attention. Foreplay involving her breasts had always been nice, but only an appetizer.

Now, she’d gladly skip the main course if he’d just suckle-his wicked mouth to her taut stems.

His fingers closed around one peak, plucking, squeezing, twirling-igniting a firestorm that raced from her breast to her womb.

Kili’s breaths shortened, each exhalation a soft groaning sob as her body undulated, seeking to bring him toward her center. Her fingers threaded through his hair and wrapped tight around his skull as she tried to pull him down and bring his lips to her throbbing crests, but he resisted.

Frustrated, she curved her belly, craving more connection, and ground her mons against his belly.

Motionless, he stared at his fingers plucking her ripening nipple. Finally, he grunted, a harsh and fiercely masculine sound, and swooped down to take her breast into his mouth, drawing so hard her toes curled into the furs.

He didn’t stop suctioning-not when she keened high and sharp, not when she clamped her legs around him and bucked, her belly shivering and jerking as he tortured her.

Kili stared at the jagged ceiling of the cave and savored the sensations of the rhythmic pulls of his mouth, the weight of his solid body pressing her into the fur, and the coiling heat building deep inside her. She thought she might come from just his mouth on her breast-a first.

But he released the tip and glanced back up at her face. The darkness creeping into the cave painted deep shadows beneath his sharp cheekbones and cast his eyes in an almost sinister light. Again, he seemed a predatory animal, pausing to gauge whether the mouse he teased still had the strength to play.

Kili panted, unable to rally her mind to wonder what he planned. She trembled, anticipating what he’d kiss next and hoping for something even more breathtaking than what she’d already experienced. “Please, Ice Man.”

Perhaps her urgent tone and the way her nails dug into his flesh gave him the message. The corners of his lips curved upward, forming a slight, satisfied smile. Rather than moving lower down her belly, he simply switched to the other breast, clamping hard on her ruched nipple.

Her back bowed beneath the unrelenting pressure of his lips. Her head thrashed, every sensation painfully intensifying. His hot mouth surrounded her; his teeth grazed and chewed the hard, swollen tip. Even the fur beneath her felt erotically charged-soft, yet prickly on her back and bottom, a counterpoint to the sleek, smooth chest and belly pressing her deeper into the bedding.

She was so wet-so unbelievably hot! Everywhere! Moist, humid heat. Sweat, slick and searing, bonded their bodies where skin met skin. Her sex wept, the swollen folds clasping around nothing, aching to be stretched and filled with his cock.

Teeth bit into her nipple and Kili arched her back, crying out. Ice Man wasn’t just a gladiator-he was a love god!

Three

Gunnar ground his cock into the fur and groaned. Sweet Kili was killing him-coming apart in his arms-and he hadn’t even entered her yet.

Her body shuddered, and she was making those kittenish sounds again-the ones that made his balls so hard he thought he’d explode. Each little jerk and rolling wave of her hips had him ready to slide back up and slam inside her tight, hot cunt. Well past ready, she was hotter than a saber burn.

He didn’t know why he’d drawn out his lovemaking so long. Kili seemed eager enough to get on with it, but his hunger drove him to explore her body and discover every erogenous secret it withheld.

With the women he’d enjoyed before, foreplay had been pleasant, but strictly a preliminary round building to the Grand Slam.

However, Kili’s breasts seemed more delicious and velvety than any he’d ever tasted and miles more responsive. Even her cries were more compelling, building a painful urgency in his loins. One he knew he had to temper or he might hurt her.

Never mind this was just a fantasy-a real mind-fuck. They’d share the memory of this wild-ass dream. Gunnar grew determined she’d never forget him.

So, he curved his tongue around one beaded little point and pushed it against his teeth, rearing his head back to tug it, side to side, pushing her past comfort into the pleasure-pain zone.

Her sexy little gasps and groans quickened like the panting of a cat and he smiled, wondering if she’d purr or snarl when she came.

The scent of her drove him crazy. Her arousal, a mix of wild exotic musk and clean woman, blended with the flavor of her skin-every bit as appetizing as a cinnamony sticky bun.

He released her breast and rose up on his elbows to admire his handiwork. Both nipples were reddened, the tips thick and engorged. Confined above the shelf of her little top, they looked like presents ready for unwrapping.

Because he felt every inch the primitive male, he growled, letting the sound rumble through him, and lowered his eyelids to half-mast before glancing up at her face. Then he reached behind his head and drew down one of her small hands and placed it on her breast.

Kili needed no coaching. Her graceful fingers fluttered over the straining peak, cupping the heavy mound then concentrating her caresses around the blushing areola. Her breaths puffed between her pursed lips as she stared down at what her fingers teased.