Page 17 of Kane's Bounty
Her forehead rested against his shoulder and her legs still clung to his waist. “It’s all right. I liked it.”
She was telling the truth, but she hadn’t come. Even in his rapture he would have felt her release. He had selfishly gone too fast. He wanted to kick himself.
Still holding her, he nudged the low coffee table away from the couch and knelt between her spread legs. He placed her on the soft cushion and continued down until his mouth touched her wet folds.
Her desire was a bolt of lightning flashing through his mind and he relished it.
She sighed and leaned back while keeping her legs wide for him. He had to pull the bathing suit bottom out of the way while he licked from her tight puckered hole, past her juicy slit to the tight clit that begged for attention. He stopped and sucked until she lifted her ass off the couch and cried his name. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, he sucked it in again. She tasted sweet and spicy at the same time, and with each swipe of his tongue, she screamed and moaned for more.
He watched her face, feeling the rise of her rapture and his own arousal beginning again as her hands covered her full tits and squeezed hard. She continued to massage the globes and pinch the nipples through the suit.
Sucking her clit had her on her toes, pressing her pussy against his face. He made another pass with his tongue and sucked hard, pushing her over the edge. Her body clutched in spasms against his mouth and he lapped up the flow of juices, enjoying every drop.
Carefully, he slid her bathing suit back into place. He kissed her belly and dipped his tongue into her navel.
She gasped.
He continued to kiss a path up her body until he tasted those sweet lips again.
“Mmm, you taste like me,” she said.
“Jesus.” His cock jumped at the idea of her tasting her own juices. What kind of power did this woman have over him?
He never said a word about wanting to fuck her again. She pushed him gently back onto his haunches, closed her legs and slid her bathing suit bottom off. Then, as if she could read his mind, she stood up, turned away from him and knelt on the edge of the couch. Her head moved down and her ass lifted in the air, exposing her glistening pussy. He glimpsed her fingers between her folds as she massaged her juices into the sensitive skin.
He wanted to be a gentleman, but no one could resist such an offer. It was too erotic. His cock was hard and ready. He had no idea what happened to the used condom, but he pulled a new one from his duffle, tore it open and put it on. He moved more slowly, entering her one torturous inch at a time. Her sheath clutched at his cock, pulling him deeper. He felt her mind wanting more, but he held back. Sliding in to the hilt, he waited a second as he enjoyed the sensations her body provided. She was wet and smooth, as if he was sliding into silk.
As he slid out, the tips of her fingers caressed his balls heightening every sensation. “Lena, that feels so good, baby. Good god, just like that.”
He moved in and out slowly, holding her hips in place while he fucked her and she caressed his balls ever so gently.
She slid her fingers to the base of his cock then rubbed her clit. Her climax was building.
Kane felt her excitement and it pushed his higher. He thrust faster, this time waiting for her to come.
Her fingers moved faster over her pussy. Tiny gasps escaped her mouth. Her back stiffened and her pussy pulsed around him, sending him over his own cliff.
The orgasm rocked his body and her pussy continued to tug at him until he had nothing else to give.
She slid forward, turned and sat on the couch.
Kane smiled down at her. “You really are something, Lena.”
“Thanks, you’re pretty hot yourself.” Her grin was at once wicked and sweet.
He recovered the lost condom, went into the bathroom and disposed of both. Once he was cleaned up, he found his new bathing suit and pulled on a button-down shirt. He left it open. Lena grabbed her bottoms and vanished into the bathroom, reappearing a few minutes later looking clean and neat in the suit and a pair of shorts.
* * *
An hour later, they walked hand in hand down the white sand beach. To the few people enjoying their vacations in Mexico, they probably looked as if they were a happy couple on a romantic stroll.
Kane adjusted the duffle on his shoulder. Something had been nagging at the back of his mind. Actually, several things bothered him about Lena’s story. Yet he knew she hadn’t lied to him. He’d have sensed a falsehood. Even if she had him blocked, people had tells when they lied and he was an expert at seeing through them.
The weight of the five little glass stones in the pocket of his trunks niggled at him. He could also sense the power they drew from the universe. He didn’t like it. Actually, Kane didn’t like anything he couldn’t control. The stones were a variable he hadn’t counted on when he took the job. Falling for Lena was another unpredictable problem. He had to focus.
“If these stones of yours can predict the future, why didn’t you know you were being followed? Why didn’t you see me grabbing you up? Why didn’t you know about Wade and Banta?” His voice held more accusation than he’d intended.
She tightened internally at his tone before she tried to pull her hand away. He held on, hoping that his determination to keep her close would soften his words. Then she closed off her mind to him.
