Hinekiri (19 page)

“Are you going to show me what you purchased from Fancy Free?”

“Ah, sure.” Hinekiri clambered off Richard and trotted over to where she’d left her bag. She unzipped the side pocket and pulled a box out. “Here it is.”

“Bring it over here.”

“Yes, sir, sailor.” The alpha male. She didn’t enjoy males who bossed her around, but on the other hand, they sent her temperature soaring. A time and a place. Fodo crap, she had to stop tormenting herself and accept that the sorcerer had charted the correct horoscope. She was destined to live alone. This relationship with Richard was merely another in a long line of romantic interludes.

Hinekiri gave herself a stern talking-to and sashayed over to Richard. She set the box aside, leaned over and blew a stream of warm air down the middle of his chest, following the faint arrowing of dark hair and finishing with an extra big puff at the base of his cock. She grinned at his soft groan even as she breathed in his scent. “Someone used my soap when they showered.”

“It smelled better than the river mud Killer and Harry had spread everywhere.”

Hinekiri couldn’t argue with that logic. She lowered her head, blowing the length of his erection, letting her mouth move closer and closer to the swollen head. He wanted her—he couldn’t hide the evidence. Her tongue flicked out to lash across the broad head of his cock. His salty taste danced across her taste buds and suddenly she didn’t want to play with toys. She wanted flesh on flesh with nothing artificial between them.

Hinekiri desperately wanted to fill her mind with memories to treasure. She leaned forward and licked a path across the smooth skin of one hip. His erection cozied up to her cheek while she nibbled at the tender skin of his groin. She tugged at the wiry hair surrounding his cock.

“Hey,” Richard said. “Treat me nicely, woman, otherwise I won’t pleasure you.”

A splutter of laughter squeaked past her lips despite trying to hold it back. She grasped several hairs between her forefinger and thumb and tweaked them sharply. “I believe I can entice you, sailor. By the time I’m finished, there won’t be another thought in your head apart from how quickly you can get inside me.”

“Is that a dare?”

“A promise.” Her hands grasped his hips to hold him in place while she teased some more. She nibbled at his smooth, warm skin, letting him feel the bite of her teeth, kept him guessing as to what she’d do next and took heart from the increasing pace of his breathing. She spread his legs and knelt between his corded thighs. His erection jutted toward his belly in a fully extended state. The tip was shiny with pre-come. Hinekiri kissed the tender skin of his inner thigh.

“I don’t suppose I can get you to move faster?”

“You supposed right, sailor.” Quick wouldn’t give her memories while she explored the barren planet of Galvestin or the twin moons of Salvetin. “Today I’m on a go slow.”

“Remember we have a plan to concoct,” Richard said. “I don’t think Livingston has a sense of humor despite the constant grin.”

The male had a point. It wasn’t as though they had the luxury of time but Hinekiri promised herself a slow loving before they returned to Sloan. She cupped his sac, massaging the tender skin lightly while studying his face for a hint of reaction. His cock jerked and she noticed he swallowed an instant before his eyes fluttered closed. Oh yeah. He was hot and bothered. The discovery brought satisfaction. Bending her head, she took his sac into her warm mouth. His large frame jerked and when she glanced up, she saw his eyes were open. Was that alarm? He needn’t worry. She would never hurt him. She licked slowly and carefully until he relaxed, his flesh becoming harder to the touch. With her finger, she traced a bulging vein from base to tip. Her hand curled around his rigid cock and pumped while she continued to lick his sac. A masculine groan fuelled her satisfaction level higher.

Hinekiri pumped his cock again and with one final lick of her tongue, she released his sac. It glistened as much as the broad head of his cock. Hinekiri hummed under her breath. Richard’s face screwed up with discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

“My balls feel like they’re going to explode. I don’t know what you do to me, woman, what magic you possess, but it doesn’t take much more than a kiss and the touch of your hands to make me want you.”

Instead of making her happy, his words caused a pang of regret and the prodding of unhappy memories. A courtesan. Obviously, the predictions regarding her sexual experience held an element of truth. A tight sensation burned behind her eyes, but she refused to cry. She’d shed enough tears on hearing the initial telling of the horoscope. No point in wasting any more tears over what might have been.

Hinekiri guided his cock to her mouth and closed her lips around his tip. He bucked upward, driving his cock deeper into her warm mouth.

“Oh god. Hinekiri. You do that so well.”

Yes, she knew this, but she didn’t want to hear it from him. She wanted a good, hard ride. Honest, sweaty sex. Memories. Her tongue licked the broad head of his shaft, licking away the bead of pre-cum that had formed.

Hinekiri felt the wetness between her legs and the thrum of sexual arousal coiled low in her belly. Her nipples had pulled to tight peaks—so tight they’d started to ache. Hinekiri rose to a kneeling position. There was pleasure but increasingly her past and the impossibility of a future intruded on the present. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down.

A slight shift of his body alerted her to his scrutiny. She was a pro, dammit—a woman who had pretended throughout her life, wearing a happy face and a toothy grin and presenting a great front. This week, the pretense had become too much. Hinekiri was tired.

But the show must go on.

She forced a bright smile and leaned over Richard. Halting a hairsbreadth away from his lips, she commenced a rear attack, tickling him in the ribs.

“Woman!”

In an instant, he’d flipped her over and she lay on her back in the middle of the mattress. He grinned down at her, parting her legs with an insistent knee. “I wonder if you’re ticklish?”

“No,” Hinekiri said with complete truth.

“That’s good.” His eyes twinkled with wicked intent. He reached for the paint box that came with the condom set.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Richard tweaked her nose. “All in good time, my dear.”

“That sounds like a line from an Earth fairytale.”

“Close. My favorite is all the better to eat you, my dear. Does that help in the clue department?”

Hinekiri trembled beneath his intense scrutiny. This man made her feel things she’d never felt before, never believed were possible.

“No. I need more clues.” Her voice was thick. Throaty.

Richard ripped the cellophane cover off the paint box and tossed it aside. He opened the small box and drew out a paintbrush. He pried the lids off the individual pots of paint. “Terracotta first.” He dabbed the brush into the shallow paint pot. Richard studied her body for an instant. “Tribal patterns seem appropriate. They’ll go with your own markings. A nice contrast to the turquoise.” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried this before. James told us it was fun. I think he’s right.” Richard swirled the brush across her rounded belly in a scroll design. Hinekiri quivered—it was the sensual tickle of the soft brush and the dangerous gleam in Richard’s eyes. He dipped the brush again and painted a swirled design across her pelvic bone.

“Spread your legs farther apart so I can see your pretty pussy.” Faint color danced across his cheekbones before it faded into his tan. “Ah, Hinekiri. Do you know what it does to me to know that you want me so much? Felicity…” He shook his head, seeming to think better of finishing the comment. Hinekiri was curious but didn’t want to do anything else to spoil the moment.

“Where are you going to paint next?”

“I have a special paint to use down here.” He skimmed a forefinger across the plump folds of skin, the whisper of touch bringing a promising tingle.

Hinekiri swallowed when his finger made a second pass. Suddenly he’d helped her focus on the important—spending time together and enjoying each other.

“What’s next, sailor? Don’t keep me in suspense.”

He dabbed squiggles of red and yellow paint across her breasts, arms and legs. Richard didn’t paint her nether region but strummed along her cleft with his finger in a teasing move each time he moved to access another part of her body. She started to quiver, her skin intensely sensitive. Hinekiri felt every brush stroke, each drag of his finger across her folds.

“Just need to clean the brush,” he whispered before bending over her to tongue the sensitive lobe of her ear. His tongue swirled across the whorls of her ear before he sat back and rinsed his brush.

“A sanitizer,” he explained. “This is a special paint that reacts with the body’s heat. Imagine a set of traffic lights. Red for stop. Amber for prepare to move. Green for go.”

Hinekiri watched when he dipped the brush into a colorless liquid. Ready? She’d give him ready if he didn’t hurry.

“This will tingle when it reacts with your juices.” His face was carefully blank when he stroked the brush across her delicate flesh. “I think I need some across your pleasure button.”

Hinekiri snorted. “Pleasure button?”

He grinned. “Don’t make fun of euphemisms. If you’d spent time at a Fancy Free board meeting you’d come to appreciate them. Blood should flow evenly through the body. When it all pools in the same place there’s usually a problem.” While he was talking, he parted her legs a fraction more and stroked the brush against her pussy lips in a long, sweeping motion. He seemed to be drawing circular shapes, although it was difficult to tell. Each drag, each whisper of the brush against her flesh resulted in more quivers. Hinekiri gave up trying to fight and lay back to enjoy the attention—a male concentrating solely on her.

“Very nice,” he said with distinct approval. “Must tell James how much I enjoyed the new product.”

“What color?” Hinekiri demanded. She tried to move but Richard stopped her with a hand.

“Wait. I have one final touch. One of the ladies had this idea, although I don’t believe I needed help in this area.”

“I can hardly wait.”

“
Shh
, stop being grumpy. I’ll let you look when I’m finished.” He cleaned the brush again and opened yet another pot of paint. Hinekiri couldn’t tell what color it was since the liquid in the pot was colorless. She held her breath, waiting to see where he’d apply the paint. Richard moved closer to her groin and to her total frustration, blocked her view. She closed her eyes and concentrated. A faint tingle started on her legs and pussy lips but it wasn’t the paintbrush. It had to be the paint he’d already applied. The mattress dipped when Richard moved again. Then she felt it—the light brush strokes around her clitoris. She bit back a groan. This was a form of torture. The flesh he painted started to tingle straight away. But he wasn’t finished. He dipped his brush in the colorless liquid again and carefully painted her throbbing clitoris.

Heat seared from the point of contact, heat the like of which she’d never felt before. Not that it was painful, but it stole her breath and made her blood pump.

“Touch my breasts,” she whispered. “No, harder.”

Richard smiled and pinched her nipple. The twinge of pain soared through her body, producing an answering spasm of her clitoris.

“You look perfect. You want me to help you look?”

“It’s a bit tricky to look down there,” Hinekiri said, although she was curious.

“I’ll bring the magnifying makeup glass from the bathroom.”

The mattress moved when he stood. Hinekiri stirred restlessly. The touch of the brush still reverberated through her body. Everywhere he’d painted felt hot. Achy. Aroused.

She was tempted to touch herself to relieve the burning, to push her body into climax but resisted. Today, she had a man. Men were useful sometimes.

Richard trotted back into the bedroom, casual and at ease with his naked state. His cock bobbed up and down with each step, drawing her attention.

“Can I paint you?”

“Later,” he promised. “If we wait much longer I’m going to burst.” He held the mirror angled so she could see her nether region.

“What do you think?” he asked. “We call that the bull’s eye. It’s so men without a clue know where to aim.”

Hinekiri chortled. She was familiar with the Earth game involving feathered projectiles. Richard had painted her to look like a dartboard. Her clitoris glowed a deep, shiny black while ever-increasing circles of green radiated from her clit, contrasting with her own coloring, which was predominantly turquoise.

“I’m going to thrust hard and deep very soon,” he promised. “But first I need to taste you. We decided on flavored paints. Blackcurrant and spearmint.” He leaned over and licked along a green circle. “Not bad,” he said. Then he closed in on the target and swiped his tongue around her swollen clit. Hinekiri gasped. Her clit jumped, ribbons of sensation sashaying through her entire body. Richard licked delicately and then took her clit gently between his lips, lashing the swollen nub with his tongue.

She exploded, the pleasure soul-searing. A scream ripped from her throat when he sucked softly and the spasms took on new heights, growing bigger and better. She groaned, desperately needing his cock to fill her. As if he could read her mind, he guided his erection to her entrance and thrust, filling her with one easy move.

A unified sound of satisfaction echoed in the cool bedroom as Richard set a series of slow thrusts, surging and retreating. The lazy movements were wonderful despite the clawing need still zapping through Hinekiri.

“That paint—they said it was hot stuff. I’m bursting. I want to come so bad but the feel of your pussy clasping me is so good. Aw, man.” Richard’s thrusts increased in pace and although she knew what he meant, the friction created by him slamming into her pussy was incredibly good. She felt the building of another climax soaring through her, each move, each slide of his cock against her clit sending a series of mini spasms shooting though her body. They stacked, one on the other. She heard Richard’s groan and felt the gentle grasp of his hands. Suddenly, he moved his hands, placed them beneath her bottom. He lifted her, changing the angle of his strokes. His powerful body shuddered as he pumped into her hard and fast.