Free The Mission War by Wesley Ellis

it gently. Her thumb moved across the tender head of it. Her other hand clenched his buttocks and drew him nearer. Her cheek was against his belly; her hair soft and dark was loose and pleasant against Ki’s eager flesh.
    â€œCome down to me,” Maria said. “Come down and show me how to make love to you.”
    She lay back, her eyes bright, her skin smooth and glossed by starlight. Ki knelt, kissing her soft inner thighs. He felt the quivering there as his fingers found her core and searched her soft inner flesh.
    Ki kissed her belly, found her breasts with his lips, and moved on top of her, his body seeming weightless but strong, very strong.
    Maria closed her eyes partly, her mouth opened to meet Ki’s gentle, searching kiss. She responded eagerly, arching her back. Her tongue tasted Ki’s lips as he positioned himself, feeling the heat from her body, the urging of her kisses.
    Maria reached down, found his shaft, toyed with it, her legs spreading slightly and then lifting as she wriggled onto him. Her breath began to come in short gasps, her body responding with a rush of liquid.
    Ki drew her to the side of the bed without losing her. He knelt on the floor beside the bed as Maria locked her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. Her full, round breasts flattened themselves against his chest.
    Ki stroked the woman with his knowing hands, touching her ears, tracing them, moving slowly across the nape of her neck to her spine where his fingers trailed downward skillfully. Then with a sudden, powerful grip, he clutched at her ass with both hands and lifted her onto him as Maria gasped.
    Ki reached beneath her, spreading her still more, stroking her, feeling the sweet dampness there, feeling the pulsing of Maria’s body, the increasing urgency of her kisses, her warm, moist breath against his cheek and ear.
    Maria’s legs, locked around his waist, clenched him as if she would squeeze him in half. Ki paid no attention to that. He had begun to move against her—slowly, deftly, letting his body find each fold and tender button of Maria’s trembling body.
    He held her to him, looking into her eyes, eyes that revealed the depth of her pleasure.
    â€œHarder, Ki. Please. Now a little slower.”
    Ki smiled and did as she asked, sometimes plunging his shaft into the hilt and lifting her from the edge of the bed with the power of his strokes. At other times he moved gently, almost teasingly, with slow care, driving inward a bare inch at a time.
    Maria made small sounds deep in her throat, small hungry sounds. She still spoke to Ki, but the words made no sense. Half of them were in Spanish, half in the language of passion.
    Then her body spoke very clearly as she, arching her back and reaching down with one hand to find where Ki entered her, trembled and let loose a torrent. Maria cried out loudly, bit at her wrist, and settled to a deep, constant trembling.
    Now Ki began to sway in rhythm, a slow, deeply thrusting rhythm that caused his own thighs to tremble, that lifted his own desire to need, that brought his need to a gushing climax.
    Maria cried out again with pleasured satisfaction and held Ki’s shaft as he finished, throbbing and spasming within her.
    â€œLie with me,” she said finally, and shaking, she pulled herself back onto the bed. Ki followed without slipping from her. He followed and lay beside her, letting her touch his shoulders, chest, and hard thighs with a kind of primitive wonder until the Mexican girl fell off to a contented sleep, her mouth slightly parted to reveal her teeth. Her long lashes now and then moved and once opened to reveal dark, deeply satisfied eyes.
    Ki let her fall into a sound, lasting sleep and then he rose. The bandidos were still out there somewhere and he couldn’t afford the luxury of a night’s sleep. He went out quietly, stood beneath the stars, watched the silky river run, and listened to the night sounds of