Free Pleasure in Hawaii (Kimani Romance) by Devon Vaughn Archer Page A

shirt and dark gray pleated khakis. She picked up the spicy cologne he wore, which pleased her.
    “Right on time,” he said, grinning.
    “Does that surprise you?” she asked playfully.
    “Not in the slightest.”
    Sloane met his eyes deliberately. “So where to from here?”
    Gene tilted his head. “My private suite.”
    “Do you need to check on your guests or anything?”
    “If they need something, everyone knows how to reach me. Besides, the guests are pretty self-sufficient and on their own for the most part after breakfast.”
    “Then I’ll have you all to myself,” Sloane stated presumptuously.
    Gene fixed her with a solid gaze. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
     
     
    The master suite was even bigger and nicer than Sloane had imagined. There was a three-piece seating set in an Asian minimalist style and a matching cedar chest and dresser beside a full-length cheval mirror. A cherry pedestal table sat near an oak corner curio cabinet. Across the room there was a wide-screen television and stereo system. Roman shades covered windows on cherry walls, and plush plum carpeting blanketed the floor. She noted the centerpiece of the room was an Edwardian queen sleigh bed.
    “Very nice,” Sloane said, facing Gene and meeting his eyes.
    “I like to be comfortable in my own space,” he said, moving up to her. He put his arms around her small waist. “I want you to feel comfortable in here, too.”
    Sloane shivered at the nearness of him. “I do.” Especially in your presence.
    Gene tilted his face and brushed her lips with his. “Good. Your mouth is so soft and sweet-tasting.”
    She kissed him lightly. “You think?”
    “Very much so.” He gave her a longer, mouth-watering kiss and Sloane’s knees buckled. “Would you like some wine? I have red, white and raspberry.”
    Sloane moistened her lips, raising her eyes at him cravingly. “Maybe later. Right now, all I want is your body.”
    The dimples on Gene’s cheeks deepened. “It’s all yours for the taking.”
    “Then I’m taking it now!” She cupped his cheeks and ran her tongue across Gene’s mouth before kissing him generously, feeling her desire for this man building to a fevered pitch.
    Sloane was shameless with Gene, wanting only to pleasure him and be pleasured. She locked eyes with him while unzipping his pants. She could see the bulge inside his dark green briefs. Kneeling down, she pulled out his penis so it was directly in front of her face and admired its length and hardness. Deep fudge in color and uncircumcised, it turned Sloane on like never before.
    She played with the shaft briefly, slowly running her hands up and down as she felt Gene tense. Good. She wanted him turned on so he was good and ready for her when the time was right. Sloane put the erection in her mouth and moved back and forth, bringing him to the base of her throat. She tickled the tip with her tongue, watching Gene with his eyes squeezed shut and his breath quickened.
    She brought her mouth up and down the length of his penis, enjoying the slow seduction, and felt Gene’s hands rolling through her hair. Sloane didn’t let up as Gene began to quiver and his erection throbbed. His moaning sang to her when she brought him to orgasm, raising her own libido at the same time.
    Sloane was lifted to her feet. She peered into Gene’s hungry eyes.
    “That was wonderful,” he said with satisfaction.
    “I wanted it to be,” she told him, craving more of the man.
    “Now it’s my turn.”
    Her eyes locked with his. “Do you want me to keep my clothes on again?”
    “Not this time,” Gene said salaciously. “I want you naked.”
    “All right,” Sloane replied, wanting the same from him.
    “Let me do it,” he said.
    Gene pulled the V-neck sleeveless black dress over her shoulders and allowed it to sink to the floor. Sloane was stark naked, aside from the black sandals on her feet. She watched Gene’s eyes drink in the sight of her, exploring the contours