Lone Star 02 Read Free Page B

“I hope you are strong down below, as well...”
    Inside the car, a canvas tarp had been draped across several rows of seats. The effect was that of a makeshift tent; the sheltering tarp would afford them some measure of privacy.
    Ki unsnapped several seat cushions and scattered them on the floor beneath the tarp. The woman had set down her purse and umbrella, and had peeled off her white gloves and her dress as well. Now she stood before Ki in just her black corset, silk stockings, and high-heeled, high-buttoned shoes. She tugged down on the corset, to allow the lush, creamy globes of her breasts to bounce free. Her large, pink nipples stiffened, as if in anticipation of Ki’s approach.
    Once more she fell into his arms, moaning as Ki sucked first one turgid nipple and then the other, shifting quickly from right to left, and then back again, pausing only to skate his moist tongue about the dark rosettes that framed those delectable, fleshy nubs.
    â€œHurry,” she begged. “Undress, and then let us scurry into the cozy nest you have built for us.”
    As Ki shucked his suit jacket and pulled loose his tie, she got down on all fours to crawl into their canvas-roofed hideaway. Ki himself let loose a soft moan as he watched her fine, round buttocks, lewdly jutting out from beneath the bottom of her tight corset and the tops of her stockings, wiggle and jiggle as she disappeared, headfirst, beneath the tarp.
    By this time, Ki was down to just his longjohn bottoms. He heard a gasp, and then a sigh of satisfaction, and looked down to see her head poking out from beneath the canvas, her wide purple eyes taking in his broad, sinewy shoulders, corded arms, and washboard-rippled belly.
    Ki crawled in with her beneath the tarp. The air was already rich with the flowery scent of her perfume and the musky fragrance that no chemist can duplicate, but which comes only when a woman is aroused and ready for her man.
    â€œWe do not even know each other’s names,” Ki mused as she planted kisses across his chest.
    â€œNo names, liebling —I mean, darling. It is always more exciting for me when it is—how do you say it?— ungenannt. Anonymous.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œNo more questions,” she hissed, her lips moving down his belly. “Questions and familiarity spoil it for me.”
    And then her lips moved down past his belly, to encircle and warmly, wetly enclose the tip of his throbbing erection, and then no questions seemed important or, indeed, even possible. He intended to hold off, but her head began moving up and down, and she reached between his legs to tickle, palm, and finally squeeze him. His intentions faded against the intense, shuddering rush of his orgasm.
    She swallowed it all greedily, and sat back on her haunches, licking her lips the way a cat licks its whiskers after finishing a saucer of cream. Her look of smug satisfaction turned to one of startled amazement, however, as Ki gently pushed her back and moved himself between her legs. He was still as hard as a rock.
    â€œOh, liebling, you are an incredible man!” she gasped as Ki penetrated her. She locked her legs around his waist. “Hard now, darling. Very hard,” she breathed into his ear. “I want to feel it against my backbone!”
    Ki set himself an easy, steady rhythm, his supple hips working like a bucking mustang’s. As she raked his back with her fingernails, he thrust harder, enjoying the small squeaks and squeals of pleasure/pain he was eliciting. He was normally a quite gentle, quite tender lover, but there was something about this mysterious feline female, some innate cruelty that brought out a matching cruelty in him.
    Her moans and tremulous sighs were coming ever faster now. Ki slid his hands down to her upraised legs in order to caress her feather-lightly with his palms, enjoying the silky variations in texture as he went from her stockinged thighs to her bare