Knight and Day

Chapter Ten

Dylan jumped down onto the lower deck and turned to help Kara down after him, kissing her stomach as it slid past his lips, then lingering on her naked breasts because he couldn’t help himself.

“Bedroom,” she said, lifting his head to hers. “Now.”

He led her by the hand into the boat and lifted the trapdoor to the bedroom.

She eyed it sceptically. “Really?”

He looked at her, naked apart from her boots and lace knickers, her hands on her hips. The coolest cowgirl in the world. If she produced a gun from those itty-bitty lace panties and shot him right in the heart now, he’d die a happy man.

“Really.” He waved his arm in front of him towards the hatch. “You first, or me. You choose. Either way I can promise you that I won’t look up your skirt.”

“Cute, Sailor.” Kara put her head on one side, studying the options. “ You can go first and demonstrate.”

Dylan turned and lowered himself down the hatch, proficient after the benefit of a few days’ practice.

“Come down backwards, same as me. It’s easiest.”

Her boots appeared first, followed by smooth, brown calves. She stilled for a moment when he kissed the sweet spot at the back of her knee, his hands already on her thighs, halfway between steadying and stroking. She dropped a foot down onto the next step, bringing her backside level with his mouth.

He needed her to stop.

“Hold it there one second,” he said, moulding her warm curves in his hands and letting his mouth drift over the strip of lace that covered next to nothing. She had skin like the velvet petals of a rose and the kick-ass attitude of the prickliest cactus, and it was turning out to be a combination that drove him crazy.

She was turned on. The subtle movement through her hips told him so. She was offering herself, opening herself to his mouth. He pulled her panties to the side and slid his fingers into the heat between her legs, loving the way she gasped and rocked her hips a little harder. Fuck, she was wet and ready, and his every instinct was to drop his jeans and screw her there and then against the stepladder.

He pressed his whole body against her legs, his mouth a breath away from her sex.

He didn’t want to be a breath away. He wanted her spreadeagled on his bed.

He pushed a finger inside her, dipping his head between her legs to lick where he’d stroked, laughing low when she tried to open her legs further to encourage him in. She was so close to coming, but she was also close to breaking her neck. He didn’t want her to break her neck, because he wanted to screw her until she forgot her own name.

He straightened and slipped his arms around her, finding her nipples and rolling them.

“Get your ass down off this ladder and into my bed, English.”

She slithered down, a bundle of curves and flushed skin in the glow of the bedside light.

She paused for a second, her eyes flickering around the low, velvet-encased boudoir. He watched her, knowing what was going on in her head because he’d had that same reaction the first time he’d seen the place.

She turned to him, then stepped in close and ran her hand over his cock, flicking open the top button of his jeans.

She glanced at the low ceiling with a sigh of regret.

“I guess we’ll have to save reverse cowgirl until another time,” she murmured, flicking open his second button.

Dylan closed his eyes, but the image of Kara sitting astride his cock in just her cowboy boots stayed there anyway. His affection for the Love Tug waned rapidly with the realisation that it was never going to happen in this room, at least. She flicked a third button open and reached her hand inside, raising her eyebrows at the fact that he was naked beneath the denim.

“You thought I was a sure thing, Sailor?”

He shook his head. “Assumed nothing. Hoped some.” He dragged in a deep breath as she dipped down onto her haunches to push his jeans off, her face level with his cock. He could feel the heat of her breath, and he groaned out loud when she licked him from base to tip, raising her eyes to his as she opened her mouth and took him inside.

If he lived another hundred years, he knew he’d never see anything as outright fucking beautiful.

He let her slide her mouth over him once more. Twice. And then he stopped her, because if she’d got to three, he wouldn’t have had the self-control to stop her, and by four or five she’d have had him coming like a school boy.

He pulled her up to a standing position, kneading her behind as he kissed her. She tasted of him already.

“I want you underneath me the first time.” He backed her towards the bed, pushing her panties down her thighs. “And I want to see your face when I make you come.”

She sank down as the bed touched the back of her calves, and he bent to help her get the scrap of lace over her boots.

“I could just take my boots off,” she offered.

Dylan shook his head and kissed her kneecap, tossing her panties aside. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, and she was naked. He parted her knees and knelt between them, rising up until he was eye to eye with her. Her mouth opened a little when he brushed the back of his fingers lightly over her sex, and he leaned in and kissed her.

“You like that?” he murmured, doing it again, letting his fingers linger. Opening her, deliberate and slow.

Kara rested her forehead against his, her breathing short and shallow, her eyes glittering. She was waiting for more, and he had so much more he wanted to give her.

“So ready for me,” he said, sliding the tips of his fingers over her, knowing full well that she needed more.

He groaned when her fingers curled around his shaft. She wasn’t playing fair either.

“So ready for me,” she whispered, and he turned his hand over and thrust two fingers inside her, loving the erotic sound of her moan.

“Dylan…”

His cock swelled harder at the sound of his name on her lips, making him reach for a condom from the drawer beside the bed.

She nodded, breathing hard, taking the foil packet from him and opening it with her teeth.

“Let me.”

Protection had never been so sexy. She rolled it over his length with sure fingers, and he rewarded her by drawing delicate circles around her clitoris with his index finger as he traced her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back, her fingers twisting in his hair, her breath coming in short rasps.

“Lie back, English,” he breathed, moving with her until they stretched out full length on the bed. She opened her thighs when he settled his body over hers, one thrust away from home. Her hand curved around his butt cheek, the other around the back of his neck.

It had to be now. He pushed his hips down, his breath leaving his chest in a rush as his cock thrust into the warmth and beauty of her body. Blood rushed to his brain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her fingernails dug into his ass where she gripped him, holding him deep inside her.

She opened her eyes when he smoothed her damp hair back from her face, and the trace of a smile crossed her kiss-swollen lips.

“I know,” he said hoarsely, rocking his hips slowly over hers. “I know.”

And then she wound those cowboy boots around his thighs, and all conscious thought left his head in favour of just feeling, and fucking.

Kara wrapped her legs tight around Dylan, hardly able to breathe around the need to come. He’d built her up to this from the moment she’d stepped aboard the boat, and every thrust of his cock edged her closer.

In the end, it wasn’t his cock that made her orgasm. It was his words.

“I know.”

He fucked her slowly, hard, and delicious, and when his hand snaked between their damp bodies to finger her clitoris, he said it again.

“I know, beautiful girl. I know.”

Did he know? Did he feel it too, that this was the fuck of a lifetime? She was boneless, ready to come, wanting it to go on forever because she’d never known sex could be so all-encompassing. He touched her everywhere. Between her legs. Inside her head. Every inch of her body shimmered on the agonising, delicious edge of orgasm, then his tongue slid over hers as he started to thrust faster, spreading her wide with his knee against hers.

His fingers. His cock. His eyes. His mouth.

“Fuck, Kara, oh fuck…” His eyes locked with hers as her body bucked beneath him. He lost his control watching her face as she came beneath him, his body responding with hard slams that sent her orgasm spinning out all the way to her toes and fingertips.

She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her hips, dragging him deeper still, making him shudder with release as he came with her hips clamped tight against him. They fitted perfectly. A lock and a key.

They lay for a while afterwards, her fingers lazy over the contours of his back, his lips smooching the curve of her neck.

When she opened her eyes, the astral ceiling winked down at her. Sex-tired and content, a smile curved her lips as she smoothed a hand down the back of his head.

“You made me see stars, Sailor.”