This pleasurable feeling spreads through me as he presses a hand to the small of my back, pressing me down. It so turns me on, I feel crazy.
Fingers of sensation move all over my skin now, even where he’s not touching. My body is a topographical map of craving. I almost died today, too. And now I’ve never been more alive.
He jabs his fingers into my hips, positioning me for his pleasure.
I’m completely debased, this animal for him to fuck. I’ve never wanted it more.
I feel him position the head of his cock at my entrance, and all I can think is,yes.I want him to fuck me. Not just fuck me, but like this.
I feel him at my entrance, rough fingers positioning his head for me. They hit my clit, and I squeeze my pussy, trying to stave off coming. But that just makes it hotter. The feeling of him effervesces through me and he’s not even inside me.
“Relax for me. Open for me,” he grunts, working himself in.
My sex throbs, needing, wanting whatever he’ll give me. He starts out slow, pushing, filling. Then he shoves in, slamming mercilessly into me, filling me, filling my body, filling my mind.
I can feel him all up to my eyes.
He stays deep inside me, pressed flush to me. Then he reaches around and touches me, finding my pleasure, taking it like prey.
I come, shattering in a thousand pieces. A sound tears from his throat, and he begins to move, stoking me higher, taking me higher, taking everything from me.
He comes with something between a groan and a cry. He comes forever, sliding his hands around my lower back, coming down raggedly.
Chapter Thirty
Kiro
We set backout and make excellent time. I allow Ann to go without her hands bound now. I carry the canoe, and she follows me without objection.
She seems…different. I ask her what’s wrong, and she says nothing’s wrong. Still, she looks at me differently now. Like she’s seeing new things in my face that she didn’t see there before. She’s a little wary of me, I think.
Having her bend in front of me and beg was the most amazing thing I ever experienced. No, being inside her was the most amazing thing. Or maybe it was just touching her. Listening to her breathe. Or having her on my lap and listening to her enjoy the way I learned her and touched her. Maybe that was the best.
It was all the best.
Several hours and many miles later, I set the canoe into the fast-moving water. I want her again already. If we didn’t need to make good time, I’d stop to fuck again.
Instead we go. We’re heading west for a time. The current will be with us. The water is nice and high for this time of year, thanks to a rainy summer. It’s good; the trek was tiring. I still feel the poison of the wasp stings in my body, though the mud I found was good. Light in color, best for stings.
In the boat I ask her about her life growing up. I want to know everything about her.
She tells me about walking to school. ‘A shitty little school,’ she calls it. Her face softens. Stories relax her.
She went to high school, which I didn’t do—I stopped in third grade. She tells me about high school. She studied subjects I don’t even recognize.
She assures me that I’m as smart as anyone who attended high school, but I know my knowledge isn’t the same.
I ask her about one thing I’ve really been wondering about—the kitten.
“I don’t talk about the kitten,” she says.
The kitten experience wounded her somehow. She doesn’t trust me enough to tell me. I wait, but she doesn’t relent.
I die a little to realize she doesn’t trust me, still. But why should she? I’m her captor. I tied her up and carried her. It was wrong to do that—so wrong. I always hated when it was done to me. I can’t do it again—I won’t. I’ll find other ways to make her come with me.
I ask her about her sister and her parents. She enjoyed family dinners instead of dreading them like I did. She told her parents things that were important to her instead of hiding them like I did, for fear they’d be somehow destroyed or taken away. She loves her sister, too. She talks about how proud she is of her sister, the actress in Hollywood.
I listen, seized with so many emotions, I can barely paddle. This is what the people on TV have—their families love them, and they love them back. They want to see each other and tell each other things. Help each other.