Free Hinekiri by Shelley Munro Page A

wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Hinekiri smiled. “I have plans. A holiday together. Ten days exploring Africa, watching the sunset, tasting the local food and spending our nights together. Lots of loving. A romantic interlude. How does that sound? Do you still want to go to Africa with me?”
    “Yes to everything.” Richard’s heart punched his ribs, and it wasn’t thoughts of watching a beautiful sunset that increased his pulse rate.
    “Good. I’ll leave you bound for the moment because it takes time for the body to adjust to the gravity, but I promise not to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. How about a safe word?”
    “A safe word?”
    “Hmmm.” Hinekiri’s hand swept down his chest and across his belly. Richard sucked in his gut, holding his breath as he wondered what she was going to do with that hand. “Maybe the knowledge bank is out of date. What I mean is we’ll agree on a word that you can use if you want me to stop doing whatever I happen to be doing to you.”
    “How about stop? That sounds like a great word,” Richard said dryly.
    “Agreed. Your body is well-preserved.” Her hand lingered, the pressure of her fingers light and very, very distracting.
    “Thanks. I think.” Richard wondered what Hinekiri would come out with next. She was so different from Felicity—confident with not a shred of hesitation or self-doubt. Ten days… “When are you going to show me yours?” Damn, where had that come from? He glanced at Hinekiri to gauge her reaction and let his breath ease out when he saw her broad grin. When it came to sex, he was a little behind the times. He’d bet Hinekiri could teach him a thing or two. A bark of laughter erupted. An old dog learning new tricks. Hell, he might even enjoy learning something new.
    Hinekiri’s hand continued to sweep down his body. Richard’s breath caught. He shuddered. And then she wrapped her warm hand around his cock. He froze as desire kicked him squarely in the gut. She massaged his erection. Firmly. A heavy, pulsating sensation pumped through his body. Richard’s eyes drifted shut to concentrate on every sensation. He smelled her perfume—heady with the same citrus scent as his soap. The soft rustle of her gown sounded in time with the beat of his heart. Her hand released his erection.
    “Please.” His eyes flew open. “Don’t stop.”
    “I have no intention of stopping, sailor. Lie back and enjoy.” She gave him a bright, toothy smile then leaned over his floating body.
    Richard felt her warm breath on his balls seconds before she took him into her moist mouth. Her tongue lapped delicately across the extended tip of his cock. Richard held his breath, unable to believe she would love him this way. It was intimate. Personal. His breath eased out with a hiss. Damnation, her mouth was soft. Wet. Teasing. It felt damn good the way she licked across the head of his cock.
    Hinekiri used suction, drawing lightly on his shaft. The shockwaves ignited a fire inside, the sensual pleasure better than anything he’d experienced for a long, long time. His body quivered and he couldn’t prevent thrusting his hips upward and digging deeper past her lips. He made a dark sound low in his throat and she glanced up to meet his gaze. Her eyes flashed full of devilment, fuelling his carnal fantasies—hell, taking them to new heights.
    “Oh man.” Words failed him so Richard went with touching, trying to communicate silently. He threaded his fingers through Hinekiri’s hair, tearing the blonde locks from her normally immaculate style. “Hinekiri,” he whispered when the cuffs binding him in place rustled and creaked.
    His balls drew tighter beneath her ministrations. The wet rasp of her tongue brought another groan, husky and heartfelt. He wondered if his heart would pound right out of his body due to the attentions of her talented mouth. She seemed to know exactly what to do and when, what he needed. Each quick flick of tongue, each draw of her