Page 64 of Kane

I find myself in the air, wrapped around him, legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and he is kissing me.

It is a savage kiss.

“Fucking hell, Anjalee.” His voice is a rasp.

I cling to him, nose to nose. “What? Was it…” I pause to kiss him. “Was it not good?”

He barks a growling laugh, his beard tickling my neck as he nuzzles there. “Not good? Fuck, woman. Your mouth on my cock? Died and went to heaven, honey.”

“So…itwasgood? Sometimes your phrasing is difficult for me to understand is it good or bad.”

“Good, darlin’,” he assures me. “Better than good. Fuckin’incredible. I had no clue you were gonna do that. Figured it’d take a while for you to be comfortable enough with sex to do that.” He walks to the tent with me, kneels, and lets me crawl in, following me.

We settle into the joined sleeping bags, and he yanks me to him, not at all gently, but then once I am in the sheltering cradle of his arm, he gentles, stills, his breath on my hair, his heartbeat slowing under my ear.

“What the hell came over you, babe?” he murmurs.

I shrug. “When you began to come, I thought, if you could put your mouth on my pussy, and put your finger into me and lick the—whatever it is—from your finger, and seem to very much enjoy it, then why should I not do the same? So, I did.”

“Well, fuck.” He says this with a laugh, and I think this usage of his most favorite word is meant to convey pleased shock. I am not sure, however. “What’d you think? Of your first blowjob.”

“Blowjob?”

“What people call it, what you did. Suckin’ cock, blowjob, goin’ down. Fellatio.”

I giggle. “Your phrases for these things make no sense. Eating me out, this makes sense to me. It was like eating. But I was not doing any blowing, nor was it any kind of a job.”

He laughs. “Didn’t come up with it.”

“There was sucking, however.”

“Yeah.”

I look up at him. “So, I could do this to you? The sucking of your cock? Again, I mean. And you would enjoy it?”

He laughs, his whole body shaking with it. “Safe to say, babe, yes.” He cups my face. “Tell you a secret about men, babe. Suck a man’s cock, he’ll do whatever the fuck you ask. Man’ll do just about fuckin’ anything on thepromiseof you suckin’ his dick.”

“Dick?”

“Another word for cock.”

“Are there other words for pussy as well?”

“Yeah, sure. Cunt, for one. Lotta people don’t like that one, though.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “Dirtier than pussy, somehow.”

I think a while. “Kane? I do not understand something you said.”

“‘Bout what, babe?” He sounds sleepy.

“A man will do anything for a woman to give him this blowjob—this is what you said. I do not understand. I did not do this for you because I…wantedanything. I did it because you have done things which have given pleasure to me, and I wanted to do the same for you. I like your touching of me, but I must confess, I much more greatly enjoy your mouth. So, if this is the truth for me, it stands to reason it is true of you as well.”

“You’d be right.”

“Explain, then.”