My gut lurches in anticipation. “Maybe I do.”
My eyes flicker and shut. I can still half-way see the flames waxing and waning against my eyelids. They match the desire that pulses through my veins. “Hmmm.”
I shriek in delighted surprise as he scoops me up and stands, maneuvering me with no effort at all.
“Let’s start with something like this, shall we?”
He places me back onto the rock, the same one from before, and pulls the silver blanket from my body. I’m naked except for the strip of fabric covering my pussy. I’m not cold anymore, but my nipples pebble under his gaze.
“How remiss I am. I never removed your panties. We need those to dry out as well.”
His eyes flash in the firelight as he props me up with one arm and tugs at the offending fabric with the other, and I help by shifting my buttocks, so he can slide the panties down my thighs.
As he glides them past my ankles, he tsks. “Kailani, these are far more soaked than they should be from the rain.” He puts the panties to his nose. “And they smell like your arousal, little warrior. That tells me you’ve been thinking very naughty thoughts.”
He twirls the panties on one strong purple finger and raises one eyebrow. “Tell me what made you get these so extraordinarily wet.”
“I…” My face flushes. I’m too timid to tell him about the fantasies spinning in my mind.
“Too shy to talk?” He takes my thighs, one in each powerful hand and spreads them slowly apart. “Wider, Kailani. Yes, like that.”
He stands back and admires my body. “You look amazing.” His voice is almost reverent. “Look at that gorgeous pussy.”
I feel pleased, yet I’m also embarrassed under his scrutiny and start to close my legs.
“No.” His voice is sharp. He steps back in and gives me a little slap on one breast—not very hard, but it stings.
“Owh” I gasp in surprise; it doesn’t hurt, but the tingle sends a wave of arousal from my belly to my nipples.
“Keep them open until I say otherwise,” he commands. “I need to go put this wet garment out to dry. If you move while I’m gone, I’ll have to spank you further.”
“Yes, Master,” I murmur without thinking.
He bends down and kisses the nipple he slapped, then bites it gently.
“Good.”
He moves to the back of the cave and arranges the clothing. I force myself to keep my things open as he left them, my whole body aching for his touch. My nipple is wet from his mouth, and I want more, so much more.
I moan and shift—and finally he’s back.
His cock is so hard that my eyes must widen because he chuckles.
“Let’s see if we can get you to talk,” he says conversationally. “Before we move on to other activities.”
To my utter surprise, he crouches down and tugs me forward until I’m only halfway seated on the rock, just the back of my buttocks making contact with the stone. He puts my splayed legs over his powerful shoulders and grabs me closer, pulling me to his head.
“You can brace yourself on the rocks behind you,” he orders.
“But what…”
I stop talking, and my words turn into a garbled cry as he nestles his head between my legs and licks my clit.
“Stars, Khrys,” I manage to get out.
The feeling is like nothing in the world. His tongue is soft like velvet but strong. Dexterous. He swipes along my lower lips, teasing and licking my skin like it’s delicious.
“Stars, stars,” I chant. My thighs tremble as that incredible feeling of release begins to grow. “I’m going to...”