Free Hinekiri by Shelley Munro Page B

mouth on his flesh stoked the fire roaring through his throbbing body. Another thrust. His hands tightened in her hair, but she never stopped licking and sucking, laving his swollen, sensitive flesh.
    His hips pistoned as release crawled to the surface, shimmering in his balls, gathering momentum. Hinekiri took him deep, her cheeks hollowing when she worked him. Strands of her hair rubbed against his scrotum, the delicate brush of her fragrant-scented locks, combined with the heat of her mouth, pushing him into an explosive release. He gasped, his entire body jerking and restraints clacking with the force of his ejaculation.
    Gradually, his body relaxed, his hold on her hair gentling.
    Hinekiri pulled away and licked her lips with a hot, saucy grin. “Sailor, you do that so well.”
    “Let me see you. Touch you. Take off your gown for me.”
    “I’m not young and beautiful.” Hinekiri tossed her head, her hair falling in a golden stream down her shoulders. “I’ve never been beautiful. Interesting perhaps,” she mused, her lips curling into a self-depreciating smile.
    “My father always used to tell me beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To me, you’re attractive.” He held out his hand in a silent demand for her to move closer. “You’re everything I could want in a woman. You have beautiful eyes—kind eyes. Your smile makes me want to grin in return and your hair.” Richard eyed the curtain of blonde hair that reached halfway down her back now he’d tugged it loose. “What man doesn’t want to trail his hands through hair like yours? It’s a male fantasy to have a woman’s hair pooling over his body as he loves her.” He traced her lips with his thumb. “You make me laugh. Hinekiri, I don’t want to be with anyone else. Besides, I’m no oil painting.”
    “I want you.” The humor bled from Hinekiri’s face until it was expressionless. He wondered what she was thinking. She’d changed the moment he’d informed her he found her attractive.
    “Then we’re agreed. Wanting each other is enough. Nothing else matters.”
    Hinekiri stilled before she nodded.
    “The healing balm you put on me is better than any of our Earth sex drugs. I want you again. I need you, Hinekiri.”
    The sudden smile on her face was blinding. He stared in wonder as her gown dropped to the floor with a few muttered words from Hinekiri. More alien magic but not very practicable. Anyone could say the words required to disrobe her. His eyes took in her naked body. His gaze shifted up and down her body. She appeared a little bit different from Felicity.
    “The gown works on voice recognition,” Hinekiri said when she stepped from the circle of rainbow fabric. It floated up toward the ceiling. “Why are you staring?” She chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes wide and apprehensive. Her mouth pulled to a tight line of disappointment. “Have you changed your mind?”
    “Free me, Hinekiri.” His voice was urgent. Panicked.
    “It’s all right. I understand.” Hinekiri gathered her dignity like a warm blanket and undid the cuffs on his feet first before moving to release his hands. She kept a firm grip on his upper arm to stop him from shooting up toward the ceiling.
    Quiet pride kept her shoulders straight and the tears at bay. Rejected. Talk about feeling used. She had to get out of here before she started howling. Hinekiri never lost control—it was a point of pride. She’d go to the flight deck and plot her course to Africa. She’d forget about the extreme and unusual attraction she felt toward him and her desire to keep him close. Pragmatism was called for since this time spent with Richard was temporary.
    She was destined to live alone.
    Hinekiri forced a smile. Knowing her destiny didn’t stop her from hoping for a different path.

Chapter Five
    “How do I keep my balance under control? I want to make love to you, but I don’t want to knock myself out at the same time. Hell, what about condoms? I’m a board