It was just before dawn by the time they were finished talking and everyone climbed into the helicopter to leave. Jonah and Dakota were barely back in the cabin before he slammed the door and pulled her tight against him.
"I need you, darlin'. I need you right now."
"You've got me," she said in a soft voice. "You know that."
He was like a man possessed, yanking off their clothes and carrying her to the bed.
"Wait, wait," she said. "We can take it slow-"
"No." His voice was strained. "Not slow. Fast. Hard"
He ripped back the bed covers and rolled them both onto the mattress. With desperate moves he pushed her thighs apart, knelt between them and placed his open mouth directly over her cunt. Dakota felt the surge of voluptuous pleasure race through her that his mouth always incited. The walls of her pussy vibrated with instant need.