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

of her full, rounded breasts, slender waist and curving hips down to her lean legs, and up again.
    Instead of feeling self-conscious, Sloane was turned on, wanting him to feast on the sight of her. “Do you like?”
    Gene jutted his chin. “You know damned well I do,” he spoke huskily.
    He lifted her, carried her to the bed, and placed her on the sheets. Removing her shoes, he began massaging her feet with strong and thorough hands. This felt heavenly to Sloane, and it would have been fine if he had kept doing it for some time. Instead, Gene turned his attention elsewhere. He spread her legs and put his face inside. He began licking her, causing Sloane to grip the bed to keep from levitating.
    Gene continued his assault on her clitoris with a combination of kisses, sucking, and nibbling. Sloane tried to hold her breath, but only found herself sighing unevenly as she was brought to the brink of coming, only to have Gene hold back as if to deliberately prolong her agony.
    Finally, when she could no longer stand it, Sloane grabbed his head and pressed him between her legs, making him finish what he’d started. Gene did not disappoint, caressing her with his tongue and lips masterfully till she exploded in a most fulfilling orgasm. He held her trembling body tightly while she went through the gyrations of reaching her sexual peak and fought to catch her breath.
    “I want us to come together now,” Sloane pleaded, as her body ached with the strong desire to have him inside her.
    “I’m going to make love to you slowly but surely, as it’s meant to be,” Gene said in thick voice, quickly removing his clothes and putting on a condom.
    Sloane bent her spread knees and put her feet flat on the bed, absorbing Gene’s penis as he drove it into her. She thrilled at the tight feel of him and met his powerful thrusts halfway, encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. When he put his chin into her shoulder, she wrapped her hands across his head, her legs around his waist, and put her all into the ride as they made frenetic love.
    Their bodies were slick with perspiration and the room temperature was blazing hot in spite of the overhead ceiling fan at work. The scent of sex was in the air, arousing Sloane. She sought out Gene’s mouth, kissing him passionately, as she was now on top and riding him like a prized black stallion in a race she refused to lose. Gene seemed of the same mind as he gripped her buttocks, guiding her up and down his erection, propelling himself deep inside her.
    Sloane removed her mouth from his and put her breasts in Gene’s face, allowing him to suck her nipples as her orgasm drew near. She suppressed a scream, biting down on her lip when it happened. Her contractions around Gene’s penis multiplied as Sloane lowered as far as she could onto him, feeling his erection pulsating madly inside her.
    They rocked the bed back and forth and smashed their mouths together ardently while achieving victory simultaneously and with total exhilaration. Sloane slumped atop Gene afterward from sheer exhaustion, panting.
    “Welcome to Malloy’s Bed and Breakfast,” Gene said with a breathy chuckle.
    Sloane colored, remembering they were not alone there. “I hope your guests weren’t disturbed by what was going on in here.”
    “I doubt they were. Some are still out on the town, others are too busy doing their own thing to pay much attention to the host’s private life.”
    “Good thing,” she joked. “Otherwise, they might think we were certified sex maniacs.”
    Gene laughed heartily. “Maybe we are.” He kissed the side of her head. “You won’t hear me complaining. How about you?”
    Sloane brought her lips to his. “Not one bit.”
    “In that case, I say let’s just enjoy every inch of each other and to hell what anyone else thinks.”
    She grinned, finding his philosophy hard to argue with, considering the benefits of their sexual liaison. “It’s a deal.”
    “Shall we seal it?” Gene asked,