by Lily Harlem
He laughed softly. “If I’m going to do something, I do it properly. What would the point be otherwise, in doing it at all?”
She didn’t answer; instead she brought her vision back into focus and concentrated on getting her breathing under control.
Her pussy gave one final pulse.
He kissed her temple and pulled out. “I knew I was going to enjoy hearing you come, but feeling you too, damn, that was good.”
She reached for her knickers and trousers, and pulled them up. This time when she tried to turn in his arms, he allowed her to.
Looping her arms around his neck, she stared into his face. “What are we doing here, Rhett?” Now she’d come, got that out of her system, she felt able to ask the question. Face the elephant in the room, or rather the elephant in their savannah, and ask about their relationship.
“What do you want us to be doing?” He used both hands to brush the stray strands of hair from around her face and forehead.
“Are you just playing with me, for your amusement? I mean, I guess it’s pretty lonely and boring out here, or do you like me… like like me?”
He smiled, just a little, and pressed his lips over hers. “Yeah, I like like you.” He swept his hands down her back to her butt and palmed a cheek in each. “Can’t you tell?”
He pulled her close, so her belly pressed into his groin.
“Oh.” She gasped. His thick cock was rock hard. “I see.”
“Do you?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Well, you’re clearly turned on, so…” She stared into his eyes, wishing she could read them better.
“Yeah, you turn me on, I can’t deny that. Infuriate me too, with your lack of understanding of rules, but over and above that, I want you.”
She hesitated, then, “So take me.”
He smiled. “I will, but not here. When I make love to you, I don’t want to be worrying about what’s around that might eat us.”
“I thought you said—?”
“It’s never one hundred percent safe out here.” He swept his gaze over his shoulders, first the right and then the left. “And when we connect properly as man and woman, then I want to be concentrating on you and only you.”
The intensity in his voice, the gravelly quality that rose from his throat, thrilled Casey. He wanted her. Wanted to only think about her as they made love.
“So what shall we do?” She wriggled against him. Just a little.
His eyelids fluttered shut and he moaned. “We get back to the lodge… now.”
Chapter Eleven
The ride back to the lodge was bumpy. Likely because Rhett was going at what could be considered a breakneck pace. Given the shocking state of the track, twenty miles an hour felt like eighty.
If Casey hadn’t been clinging on, she would have touched him; his shoulder, his thigh… maybe something else. But riding in an ancient Jeep over the African savannah didn’t make for driving foreplay.
A group of ostrich came into sight. But rather than stopping for photo opportunities, Rhett continued. The huge birds stared their way, then turned and ran, throwing up veils of sand behind them and flapping their wings.
Eventually, they arrived at the lodge.
Rhett did his usual visual sweep of the vicinity, then jumped out, rifle on his back.
Again Casey slid across and drove the Jeep into the compound.
She’d only just turned the engine off, when the driver’s door pulled open and Rhett tugged her out.
He wore a steely expression. His lips were a thin tight line, and his eyes narrowed. The same flush that had stained his cheeks earlier had returned.
“This way.” He stooped and put one hand behind her thighs, the other around her upper torso.
The next thing she knew, she was in the air, being carried like a damsel in distress. “Rhett, I can walk,” she said, clinging to him.
“Yeah, but not fast enough.”
She smiled and pressed her face into his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his skin. The anticipation of what was about to happen was electrifying. They were going to fuck, or make love as he’d called it. Okay, so she’d had one fabulous orgasm at the waterfall, but after all the denials that morning, another one would do very nicely.
He strode onto the veranda then set her down. “Strip,” he said, nodding at her clothes. “Quickly.”
“Yes.” She bent to undo her boots.
“Yes, Sir.”
She looked up at him; he had his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised. “What?” she asked. Had she heard him right?
“Humor me,” he said, the tight line of his lips softening. “Yes, Sir.”
Right now she’d do whatever the hell he wanted, and if being called Sir got him hot, then she could do that. “Yes, Sir.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him then went back to undoing her laces.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
His hat landed on the chair and she hoped he was stripping too.
But after she’d pushed her shoes off, she realized he was still fully dressed, and standing there watching her.
She glanced around at the deserted plains, then pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it onto the chair. It landed on his hat. She then undid her bra, and with slower movements, allowed it to slide down her arms.
He licked his lips, his attention fixed on her breasts.
As her nipples tightened, not from cold, because the day was heating up to its usual furnace-like temperature, but from the caress of his gaze, she undid her trousers.
She shoved them and her knickers down her legs in one go, then kicked them aside, forgotten.
He blew out a breath. “Sweet Jesus, Casey. Your sexy little body is gonna finish me off, you know that?”
“I’m sure you can handle me.”
“Oh, yeah, I can handle you just fine.” He stepped up to her and hooked his finger beneath her chin. “It’s just been a while for me, that’s all.”
“It has?”
He didn’t reply.
“Me, too,” she said. “A while that is.”
“Good, makes it all the more special.” He swept his lips over hers then moved away. He reached onto the table and picked up a magazine, a book, and a packet of mints. He set them on the floor.
Using the palm of his hand, he swiped the table top, removing a few specks of dust and a couple of leaves. “Come here,” he said. “Bend over.”
“What?”
“The table. Bend over it.”
Damn it. She should have known this wasn’t going to be the usual fall into bed romp. Not with Rhett. That wasn’t his style.
She stepped up to the table and stared at the wooden surface.
“The longer you take to do as you’re told, the longer it will be until I allow you to come again,” he said, setting his hand in the small of her back.
Casey had no intention of being made to wait for her orgasm again. Quickly she doubled over. Her breasts flattened on the warm table top and her hips nudged the end. She set her right cheek down and stared out at Africa.
He leaned over her, his clothing resting on her bare skin. “Like this.” He took her right hand and curled it around the table edge. “You’re going to need to hold on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She was aware of him stilling, as if allowing the word ‘Sir’ to settle itself inside him. Then he stood and slid his palm from the base of her neck, down her back and to her buttocks.
Casey stiffened, wondering if a spank was coming her way.
It didn’t.
“Don’t move,” he said. “Until I tell you to. If you do, you’ll be punished.”
“But I thought—”
“It doesn’t matter what you thought. I’m running the show here.”
“You’re a bossy bastard, you know that?” She squirmed, and her clit butted up against the table edge.
“Yeah, and you love it.”
Before she could answer, he moved away and opened the door to the lodge.
As usual Buddy bounded out. He ran past the table, his fur brushing Casey’s legs, then down the steps. Getting faster with each pace, he clearly had energy to use up and was planning a few laps of the compound.
Casey watched him disappear behind a thick green bush with leaves like long tongues. How the heck had she ended up naked over a table in the middle of Africa and obeying a man’s rules about not moving?
This is crazy.
Yet somewhere in her mind it made sense. Was it because it was super-sexy to hand over control to a capable man? Maybe relinquishing power had always been something she’d craved. In every other aspect of her life she was efficient and organized, the driving force behind each decision and action. Now, having a break from it all was a breath of fresh air.
Whatever it was, her skin tingled with longing. Her pussy was wet and she had a trembling sensation running up her spine.
Rhett appeared before her. Still fully dressed. “Good girl,” he said, setting a condom on the table, not far from her face.
She didn’t reply.
He grinned and pulled off his shirt. He laid it over the side of the veranda. Next he stooped and removed his boots. He shoved his socks into them.
She stared at his feet. How the hell did a man have sexy feet? She’d never thought of it before, yet Rhett had lovely smooth feet and neat toes.
Holding in a groan, she scolded herself. She really was too far gone, taken over by lust.
He undid the buckle on his belt, then popped open the buttons on his fly. In one swift movement, he did the same as she had, and pushed his underwear off with his trousers.
Casey snatched in her breath. She’d seen his cock before, but then it hadn’t been erect. Now it was.
Long and thick, it rose from his dark body hair and almost reached his navel. The flesh on his shaft was darker than that on the rest of him, and the domed head held a large slit.
He didn’t appear to notice her reaction, or if he did he ignored it, and reached for the condom. After tearing it open, he nipped the end, then rolled it down his erection.
Casey didn’t even blink as she watched him. For all he’d seemed in such a rush, now he was taking his time. He worked his fingers around the base of his cock, then palmed his heavy testicles.
Her mouth was dry. She could do with a drink, preferably something alcoholic.
“I’m ready to take you now,” he said, stepping closer and stroking a wisp of hair that had fallen over her cheek. “Widen your legs.”
She did as he’d asked and the warm air licked over her pussy.
He moved to the end of the table and gripped her hips.
Bracing, she closed her eyes. This was it. Was he just going to ram home? Fill her in one fast plunge?
She held the table tighter. Her pussy clenched.
“Relax,” he said. “I won’t do anything you won’t love.”
“Okay.” She straightened her fingers to release the tension, then held on more loosely.
The tip of his cock nudged her entrance. “Let me in.”
She closed her eyes. It was what she wanted most, to have him inside her.
He didn’t drive in hard. He took his time. First his glans stretched her, then slowly, as if savoring every millimeter of her, he glided to full depth.
Casey moaned and turned her head to face the other way. He was so big and dense. His balls were pressing up against her.
“That’s it,” he said, keeping perfectly still. “And goddamn it, you feel amazing.”
“So do… you…” she managed.
He withdrew almost out and eased back in. This time he groaned as he did so. “Ah, yeah.”
Again he pulled back, until just the tip of his cock sat inside her. He released her right hip and smoothed his hand over her right buttock.
Suddenly a sharp, stinging slap landed where his palm had just been.
As she jerked and cried out, he thrust into her. “Fuck, yeah! Squeeze my cock like that.”
“Rhett…” Could she cope with a spanking and a fucking? That had never been even a thought in her wildest of dreams.
“Your pussy contracts when I spank you, Casey. Feel it this time.” He backed almost out. This time he released her left hip and caressed her left buttock.
She knew what was coming, gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. The anticipation of a spank had suddenly become exciting. To know he enjoyed it, her reaction to it, made it sexy as heck.
Even so, the shock of the heated slap made her jolt away from him.
But he had a hold of her and sank deep as she cried out. He was right, her pussy did spasm around his cock at the moment of impact and it intensified the delicious sensation of him being so deep and filling her so thickly.
“Beautiful,” he said, gripping both her hips again, “now you have my marks on your skin, it’s blushing already.”
“And you like that?” Of course he did. Kinky bastard.
“Hell, yeah, baby.”
He pulled back, rode in. Soon he’d set up a steady, pumping rhythm sinking to full depth on each stroke.
Casey moaned and groaned, caught shallow breaths as he shunted in and out, moving her on the table as he worked his cock over her G-spot. She wanted to come again, so badly.
After a few minutes he withdrew completely.
“Rhett… Sir…?”
“Turn over. I want to see your face when you come.”
He assisted her and within seconds she was lying on her back on the table, with her legs dangling over the end, staring up at him.
He had a sheen of sweat on his brow and his chest. His nipples were small and dark and the neat shape of his abdominal muscles evident.
“Please, more…” she gasped.
His jaw tensed, a muscle flexed in his cheek. He stepped between her legs then lifted and bent them both up so her heels were on the table and his cock nudging her pussy. “I’ll tell you when to come.”
She nodded. Though from this angle, if he caught her clit, and with his cock deep, she wasn’t sure how much control she’d have.
He slid his right hand over her stomach then cupped each breast in turn, tweaking the nipples almost to the point of pain.
She whimpered and closed her eyes.
“You like that?” he asked.
She didn’t reply.
“Casey, answer me.” He elongated her right nipple, squeezing as he did so.
“Mmm, yeah…” She arched her back into the pain. “I do, Sir.”
“Good to know.” He released it and leaned over her, his cock pressing into her a little more but not fully penetrating. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as instructed. The movement seemed to pull him in deeper and she hooked her hands behind his neck.
“Ah, yeah, fucking hell…” He surged in and filled her completely, his body butting up against her clitoris.
She cried out in delight, and as she did so he kissed her.
It was a wild, passionate kiss, his tongue busy against hers. He moved in then out of her, again catching her clitoris in a blissful long sweep.
A low groan gurgled in her throat and she crossed her ankles in the small of his back, hugging him to her.
“You can come when you need to,” he said against her mouth. “In fact the sooner the better…”
His sweat-slick skin glided against hers. His cock was massaging her G-spot and her clit was ready to erupt in release. She didn’t hold back. Casey bucked to meet him, kissed him with urgency and allowed the pressure to build.
When she was almost there, moments away, she gasped onto his lips. “I’m coming.”
“Yes, now.” He increased the friction on her clit and plunged even deeper.
She came—a gloriously satisfying orgasm that made everything but Rhett and his cock pale into insignificance. She clung to him, thrust her hips to meet his, and battled to catch her breath.
“Casey,” he gasped. “Oh, Casey.” He lifted, so he was standing upright, and s
tared down at his cock sinking into her over and over. He pressed his thumb on top of her still trembling clit.
The sensation was heavenly, as if he’d trapped the bliss of her climax there for her to continue enjoying. She arched her back and neck, and flung her arms to the sides.
“I’m coming,” he said, though his thrusts weren’t fast and furious, they were controlled and deep… so, so deep.
She wanted to see him come, his face, his expression. Tearing open her eyes, she watched him tip his face to the wooden ceiling. He bared his teeth and the tendons on his neck stretched. “Fuck, yeah…” he muttered.
He was gripping her right thigh so hard, her flesh had paled beneath his fingertips.
“Come, oh God, yes, come,” she said, reaching for his hard forearms.
“Ah… ah… yeah.” He froze, as deep as he could get, and his entire body trembled. “That’s it.”
He released her clit and a fresh wave of pleasure went through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as it pulsed and filled the condom.
He looked down at her, his eyes glistening. “That was incredible.” He was as breathless as she was.
“Yes.” She grinned up at him. “It was.”
Chapter Twelve
Rhett leaned forward and kissed her. This time it was a lazy, languid kiss that continued while Casey caught her breath.
Her perspiration cooled and she suppressed a shiver.
“Let’s take a shower,” he said, standing and allowing his cock to slip from her.
She sat and watched as he removed the condom, tied a knot in the end then dropped it in a wastepaper basket by the wicker chair.
“Come on.” He took her hand. “The water should be reasonably warm by now.”
“Yes.” A shower sounded good.
Barefooted, they walked to the outdoor cubicle. The sun beat down on her skin and a lovely sense of satisfaction had settled over her. She felt a little lightheaded, giddy, as if something really special had just happened.
And it had. She knew it had. Rhett was no ordinary man or lover. He’d made her feel so alive and sexy. More erotic than she ever had before. She’d been his, totally, as he’d worked her body and mind with skill.
