Page 62 of Kane

The more I touch him, the more his belly curls in, holds, expands with a harsh breath, tensing. It twitches in my hand, sometimes. Jerks. As I touch, my hand sliding up and down, slowly, just feeling the length of him, the width, the hardness and softness, his hips begin pushing up.

His breath becomes more rapid, heaving heavily. He watches me touch him, jaw clenched so hard I worry he will crack a tooth. His features are stone, carved and hard.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask.

He snorts again. “Furthest thing from it.”

“Then why is your face…” I touch his jaw, his brow, “so hard? Like it is painful.”

“Concentrating.”

“On what?”

He groans, shifting his whole body, hips lifting, pushing his cock through my hand. “Not coming.”

“Coming?”

“Orgasm. You touch me like that, gonna make me come. Give me an orgasm.”

“This is a good thing, no? Is it not what you want? For me to give you an orgasm, the way you have given them to me?”

He laughs, another harsh bark. “Fuckin’…want it likecrazy, honey. Want it more than anything,ever.”

“So why do you concentrate on not allowing it?”

He groans again. “Because when I come, it ain’t like when you do.”

“No?” I watch my hand as it slides along him, up and down, slowly.

I decide to try two hands, now. One atop the other, moving up and down together.

“Twist,” he grunts.

“What?”

“With your hands. Twist a little. I like it.”

“Oh.”

I do as he tells me, twisting my upper hand, and then the other. When I do, he arches up off the bed, groaning. “Oh my,” I say, laughing. “Youdolike that.”

Abruptly, he yanks away, ripping open the tent and surging outside, his steps angry. Unthinking, uncaring that I am naked, I follow him. He is among a stand of trees, a few feet away from the tent; the fire is a dull orange glow behind us, the mountain ghostly white beyond the trees. A full moon shines silvery bright overhead.

Kane is braced against a tree, one hand high, the other clenched at his sides. His chest heaves.

“Kane?” I touch his back. “What did I do wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Not a damn thing, honey. Just…gimme a second.”

“Please, talk to me. Tell me what I did.”

He turns his head to look at me. “You did it perfect, honey.Toogood. I was about to come, and I couldn’t fuckin’ do that.”

“Why? I do not understand.”

“I know you don’t.” He growls. “It’s messy, okay? And we don’t got anything for cleanup. So, I ain’t gonna come on my belly and be sticky until we hit a hotel, and you sure as fuck ain’t ready for me to come down your throat. Means I gotta put a stop to playtime.”

I press myself up against him, needing his warmth, his heat. Needinghim. I run my hand over his belly. “How is it messy?”