Chapter 23 #2
tight, pressing her nose into the little girl’s head, and I
watch as she inhales their scent. A slight stirring in my chest
occurs over the beauty I am watching. I never thought about Moira
with children before, but she clearly loves her niece and nephew. I
wonder what type of mother she would be, but I think I know the
answer to that.
A twinge of yearning
filters through me, knowing that isn’t something that would be
possible for me to ever have with Moira. It’s not something I
ever thought of before, quite frankly. In Caraica, sexual freedom
abounds, and although women and men marry, and although the woman
must submit to the man, there is no such thing as infidelity. Women
are allowed to have sex outside of their marriage, just as men are
allowed to do so. It’s done by mutual consent, and while
sometimes jealousy can come in to play, for the most part, it’s
an accepted custom. Even when a woman gets pregnant, if she’s
taken more than one lover, the child is treated as a child of the
tribe, not of the marriage, and everyone takes a hand in raising the
baby. Well, that is, the women care for the baby and the men provide
food and protection. Caraican men remain pretty removed from the
kids, especially the little girls. They show a bit more interest in
the boys once they are old enough to learn how to hunt and provide.
“Colleen…
Samuel… I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Zach,”
I hear Moira say. She stands from the ground and with a hand on each
kid’s shoulders, faces them toward me.
“You’re
the man that lived in the jungle,” Samuel says to me. Colleen
keeps her shy eyes on the ground.
“That’s
right,” I tell him with a smile.
“Are there
lions there?” he asks wide-eyed.
Laughing, I ruffle
his hair, and Moira smiles at me. “No lions, but there are
jaguars. And alligators and really big snakes.”
Samuel’s mouth
purses into a little “o” of wonder. “What’s a
jaguar?”
Moira laughs and
takes both kids by the hand, leading them up the stairs. “We’ll
pull one up on the computer and show you a picture. But let’s
get inside.”
Glancing over her
shoulder at me, she shocks me when she says, “Remember…
still pissed here. Better do something about it tonight.”
Fuck… I had
just gotten my hard-on under control and now it’s back again.
With three fingers
lodged deep in Moira’s pussy, I latch onto her clit and suck
extra hard. She breaks apart as easy as spun glass, shoving her fist
in her mouth to muffle her cries with the knowledge that the kids are
sleeping in the bedroom next door.
I circle my tongue
around her lightly and pull my fingers out. Rising up on my knees, I
take my cock and guide it in, slipping easily into her wetness with a
soft groan.
Taking her ankles in
my hand, I raise them up and place them on my shoulder, leaning
forward to place my hands on the mattress just to the sides of her
breasts. It pushes me in even deeper, and Moira makes a strangled
sound.
“Still pissed
at me?” I ask quietly as I pull back slowly and then sink back
into her.
She shakes her head
violently, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I don’t
know,” I say dubiously while I slowly thrust my cock in and out
of her. “I think you might be. In fact, I think you need to
come one more time… just to get the anger out.”
“I can’t,”
she moans as her eyes open to look at me. “You broke me just
now.”
Chuckling, I keep
pumping in and out of her, eying with pride the red tint to her neck
from the massive orgasm she just had and the sheen in her eyes.
Leaning to the side to support my weight on one hand, I grab her by
the wrist and shove her own hand between her legs.
“Touch
yourself,” I tell her. “Make yourself come again while
I’m fucking you.”
She shakes her head
again but I look down and see her fingers working at her wet flesh. I
sigh in absolute pleasure as I watch her… feeling her tight
pussy gripping me.
“That’s
my sweet girl,” I praise her and thrust a little harder,
thankful the little twin bed that we’re on, which belongs to
Colleen, isn’t groaning the way I want to let loose.
I feel my orgasm
start to bubble at the base of my spine even as Moira’s free
hand blindly grabs at my bicep, digging her nails in deep.
“I’m
coming again,” she whispers, and her hips buck as her back
arches. She throws her head back baring that slender throat to me,
and I lean all the way down, causing her body to practically fold in
half so I can run my tongue along her skin. My balls contract for a
splendid moment, and then I bite down on her throat as I start to
come inside of Moira, feeling the spasms of her waning orgasm still
rocketing through her pussy.
Even as my hips
shallowly pump at her, trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure I
can, I lean up so Moira’s legs can fall limply back down to the
mattress.
Then I collapse on
top of her, my entire body feeling depleted of all its strength. I
bury my face in her neck and pull her tight into my arms, my breath
still ragged. My cock is still lodged inside of her, still semi-hard
but flagging in repletion.
Turning to my side a
bit, I pull Moira in closer as her own pants brush soft against my
chest. The damn bed we’re in is so small, my legs hang off by a
good foot and my ass is hanging precariously over the side.
“No way are we
going to be able to fucking sleep in this bed together,” I
grumble as I kiss her temple. “I’ll take the floor as
soon as I’m able to move.”
“Let’s
pull all the blankets onto the floor, and I’ll sleep down there
with you.”
“No way…
you should keep the soft bed.”
“I’d
rather sleep next to you if it’s all the same,” she says
in a miffed voice, which makes me smile.
Grabbing her by the
back of her hair, I tug gently so her head arches back. When I can
see her eyes, I ask, “Done being pissed at me?”
“Oh, yeah,”
she says with a satisfied smile. “Totally over it.”
“That’s
a shame,” I tell her softly as I bend in to nuzzle at her neck.
“I wasn’t quite done with you yet.”
She giggles, and the
sound is like lovely music swimming through my veins. “Oh,
well… in that case, I’m sure I might still be just a
little angry with you.”
“That’s
my girl,” I murmur before taking her mouth with mine.