Bliss (26 page)

"Then ... stop talking about it and do it."

"I don't want to break you on your first go-round."

Another trembling gasp broke through Sinclair's laughter.
"You don't know what ... I can ... handle."

"We're about to find out, aren't we?"

Hunter covered Sinclair's mouth with her own, swallowing the soft, panting gasps as her thigh pumped against her
lover's dripping pussy. Sinclair's belly clenched at the frantic
stimulation. "Inside. Come inside."

"Not yet, baby. Not yet." Hunter's fingers plucked at her
nipples, squeezing the hard points in rhythm with her thigh's
movements until Sinclair grasped at her back, digging her fingers into the damp skin. Her back arched and she shuddered
in Hunter's embrace, falling from the dizzying peak of orgasm with her mouth held firmly by her lover's.

As Sinclair's body quieted she noticed Hunter's hawklike
stare, the brown eyes fierce on her wet mouth.

"You want something from me?" Sinclair asked.

"I wonder whatever gave you that idea."

"I don't know." Sinclair slid a hand between them to cup
Hunter's pussy. Her fingers were immediately wet. She remembered what the woman tasted like, the mingled flavors
of mango and salted honey. "Maybe this?"

Hunter groaned and pressed herself into Sinclair's hand.
Again.

"Put those lips right here," Sinclair ordered, tapping an
index finger against her own mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask." Hunter slid up Sinclair's
body to crouch over her face.

"Well, technically, I didn't." Though she was ready to beg
if Hunter had refused her. The sight of her woman's flesh,
with its inner maze of pink and damp, made her wet her lips.

"If you're not going to put your mouth to good use, then I
suggest you shut-" Hunter swallowed the rest of her words
at the first touch of Sinclair's mouth.

The first taste of her was like a mouthful of clean, ocean
air. Sinclair dove down for more. Deeper inside, Hunter was
more substantial, like the flesh of the mango she'd eaten
yesterday, wet and ripe. Juice dripped down her chin. Sinclair's
tongue slid faster over the slick flesh as dark thighs widened
and Hunter's hand cupped the back of her head.

"Slow down," she gasped. "I don't think that I can-"
Sinclair swirled her tongue through the moist folds and held
on, grabbing the clenched ass cheeks as Hunter's flesh began
to pulsate against her mouth. The dark woman gasped again
and tightened her fingers in Sinclair's hair, pushing her into
the contracting flesh as she growled low in her throat.

"Damn." Hunter's thighs released their vice hold from
around Sinclair's ears as she fell gently backward. Her hair
flooded over Sinclair's belly and thighs. "That wasn't exactly
my sexiest moment, huh?"

"Actually, that's the nicest compliment anyone's ever paid
me."

"Sweet of you to say."

"It's OK." Sinclair rubbed her cheek against Hunter's
thigh and smiled at the delicate shudders that vibrated the
muscles under her skin. "You'll make it up to me."

"I will, I swear." She stretched voluptuously against Sinclair,
wriggling her hips and back in delight. "That felt so damn
good, though." She sighed and relieved the other woman of
her weight, sliding over to lie beside her on the bed.

Sinclair's body tingled in the aftermath of pleasing Hunter.
She felt swollen again, wet and ready. "I hope you're not tired."
Her long fingers traced Hunter's face in the semidarkness,
touching the soft cheeks and the curved lips that opened for
her.

"Hm, not at all. I was just thinking the same thing about
you.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I can show you better than I can tell."

"I'm all yours."

"Promises, promises." Hunter chuckled softly in the dark.
"Sit here."

With Sinclair sitting on the edge of the bed, Hunter tied
the silk cloth around her mouth, then knelt between her
spread thighs. She leaned closer until her nose brushed the
untidy curls at the top of the other woman's thighs. She drew
in another breath, and kissed her. The touch of Hunter's lips
was soft, a light brush against the sensitive hairs. The second
kiss touched Sinclair lower, made her breath catch and hold.
When Hunter lifted her head, her mouth came away wet.

"I thought the first cum would make me less hungry for
you"-she licked her lips clean-"but it didn't." Hunter
spread her thighs wide and slid even closer, draping one long
leg over her shoulder and down her back. When her mouth
touched Sinclair again her whole body jumped to attention.

Hunter's tongue stroked Sinclair with a firm, delicious
pressure that sent her body into a sensual shock. Goose
bumps peppered her skin, her breath shallowed, then grew
loud and ragged under the silk scarf. Hunter held Sinclair
apart and used her tongue to extract every ounce of sensation
from her. Sinclair's legs spread wider. Hunter's head moved
like a snake between her thighs, undulating with each movement of her tongue. Sinclair was warmer, then burning. Heat
sprung from between her thighs to engulf and enfold her,
making her legs burn and spread as wide as they could for
Hunter. Slim hands hovered over the dark head, wanting to
touch her rough silk hair, to spread it over her thighs, but
pleasure rose up and caught her in the throat. Sinclair curled
her hands in the sheets and clenched her teeth against the
mewling gasps that still tumbled free.

Sinclair's breasts felt heavy and tender. She wanted Hunter's
hands on them, to feel the dark woman against the swollen
flesh of her nipples.

With a soft moan from beneath the silk, she grabbed
Hunter's hands and put them on her breasts, panting softly as
she hurled through the flames with Hunter's tongue and lips
moving over her aching pussy with deep, indelicate slurps.

The springs of the mattress squeaked and groaned as her
hips surged toward Hunter's mouth, begging for more. She
felt sweet, overflowing with sticky cotton candy mess as her
lover feasted, ate her up until she wanted to cry out, to
scream, but she didn't. The silk was thin. Trapped in her own
silence, Sinclair could hear the noises that Hunter made, the
slurp and lick and release, that kiss and suck of lips, the soft,
soft float of tongue across her clit that made her feel like fine
velvet that was about to get wet.

Her hips moved mindlessly, bucking against the hungry
mouth pushing her to a place that was like pain, but much,
much sweeter. Her whole body was hot and sweating and focused on that one spot that Hunter devoted herself to so well.
The dark woman was like a kitten with a bowl of milk, lapping her up, licking her cream-slicked thighs then back again
to her throbbing pussy where she needed it most. Her body
was raw and tight with sensation. It wanted. It wanted so
much.

Sinclair pushed against Hunter's mouth and grabbed her
hair. With a low groan, Hunter pulled Sinclair hard against
her face, tumbling pillows and sheets to the floor. Sinclair
dropped back against the bed, gasping. Hunter's tongue
plunged inside her and the bed began to shake. She fell over
the edge screaming behind the silk.

Hunter left before dawn just as the rest of the house was
beginning to stir. "Call me later," she whispered to a limp
Sinclair as she disappeared out the window and into the soft
gray light.

The exhausted woman could only nod before rolling over
and falling back deeply asleep. At some point Nikki knocked
on the door asking Sinclair if she wanted to go to work with her. Sinclair could only utter a sleepy moan. Nikki must have
taken it for a no, because she made a funny noise of her own
and left Sinclair alone until much later in the day.

Sinclair woke up feeling tender and bruised. With a low
groan she reached over to touch the source of that ache, and
when her clutching hand encountered only rumpled bedsheets,
she grimaced in disappointment and sat up. Why stay in bed
then? She stumbled to the bathroom to begin her day.

"Did you have company last night?" Nikki asked Sinclair
as the two of them sat on the verandah sharing an early
evening drink. Xavier sat nearby, puzzling over his homework.

"Why do you ask?"

"I thought I heard noises coming from your room last
night."

Sinclair adjusted the air in her throat. "Hunter came over
for a bit."

"Ah, I see."

She probably did see, and all too clearly. Sinclair felt her
face heat up, but she strove for nonchalance.

"Are we going to have her over for dinner tonight, then?"

"You're obsessing about this a bit much, aren't you?"
Sinclair finally looked up from her examination of her fingers. "Did she come over when she was seeing Lydia?"

"Not really. But then Lydia doesn't live here. Last month
she went with us to Dunn's River Falls, though. Even Della
was there."

Sinclair winced at the thought of how Della and Lydia
must have gotten along. "I can invite her over and see what
she says."

"Tell her to come on the weekend so I'll have enough time
to cook up something nice." Nikki's eyes twinkled.

"I'll be sure to pass on the information."

The sound of a car stopping at the front gate made them
both look up. It was Lydia's Cadillac. They watched Lydia get out of the car and walk up the gravel-lined footpath. The
line of flesh between her tight black jeans and blouse played
peekaboo as she stepped closer.

"'Evening," she called out.

"Hey, there," the two women chorused.

Xavier grinned up from his pile of books. "Hey, Lydi."

"You two look cozy." She looked at the two women as if a
conspiracy was afoot.

"Is there a reason we shouldn't?" Sinclair asked.

"Not really, it's just that it usually takes Nikki at least a
year to warm up to people." She sat down on the top step
and leaned back against the small stone column. "I might
have gotten her to talk to me in more than two word sentences after six months. It's been less than three weeks and
you two are acting like best friends."

"I like Sinclair's company." Nikki smiled at the American.
"And it's not like I have a whole bunch of time to get to
know her."

Sinclair shrugged and drank deeply from her glass of carrot juice. Lydia looked like she was in the mood for a confrontation. But Sinclair wasn't. That would come soon enough
when she had to tell her about Hunter.

"Hm." Lydia made a vague noise of agreement then
glanced up at Sinclair as if trying to figure something out.

"You want some juice?" Nikki offered from her chair.

"Sure, thank you. But no ice though."

When Nikki left for the kitchen Lydia turned to Sinclair. "I
haven't seen you in a while, big sister. Did I scare you off
with that craziness at Phyllis and Nance's?"

"Nope. I don't scare very easily. You just haven't come to
get me. Remember, I'm not exactly mobile while I'm here."

"I'm surprised that you haven't rented a car."

Sinclair shook her head. "I don't drive."

Lydia laughed. "There you have it then, a really good excuse why I haven't seen you these past few days." She looked
up as Nikki came back with her glass of carrot juice. "Thanks, Nik." She took an obligatory sip, then set the glass beside her
on the tile. "So what have you been up to then?"

From the corner of her eye, Sinclair saw Nikki perk up.
"Taking photos of the island, mostly. Going with Nikki to
work in the mornings then hanging out with Hunter until it's
time for her to go home."

"When does the fun happen?" She turned to Nikki. "No
offense, Nik."

Nikki rolled her eyes. "As far as Lydia is concerned if
someone's not dancing 'til the wee hours of the morning or
meeting scores of eligible people then there is no good time."

"Damn right." Lydia lightly tapped Nikki's foot. "Speaking
of as you put it, meeting scores of eligible people, can I kidnap you lovely ladies and gentleman"-she tugged at Xavier's
naked foot-"and take you to the reggae show in Queenstown?"

The little boy squeaked, "Yes!" then looked at his mother.
"Can we?"

Nikki didn't waste any time thinking about it. "Sure.
Victor can fend for himself when he gets home tonight."

The fairground was packed. Its crowd, consisting of a
fairly mixed group of younger and older people, seemed
friendly; unlike the last time Lydia and Sinclair had been out
together. Kids ran through the grassy area, chasing and calling out to each other in loud excited voices.

"We don't have to stay that long," Lydia said, linking
hands with Xavier and Nikki. Sinclair tried to walk a little
behind the three of them, but Nikki grabbed her hand.

"Stay close, daughter." Her eyes danced with laughter.

Sinclair squeezed her hand and smiled. "I'm all grown up,
you know."

"Yeah, but you're a grown woman who could easily get
lost in this mob."

Sinclair wrinkled her nose at Nikki but kept up anyway.
At six in the evening the sun was still high and brilliant in the Friday sky. Vendors, with their carts overflowing with every
variety of juices and desserts, lined the avenue leading to the
stage. Xavier dragged his group of women toward the carts,
eyeing the flaky pies and cakes with more than casual interest.

"I think he's more excited about the food than about the
people onstage," Lydia said as they pulled him away from yet
another stand.

"If we walked faster then he wouldn't be able to see all
these goodies," Sinclair said, although she was getting tempted
herself.

They sped up but had to stop when Xavier saw a group of
his school friends. The couple chaperoning them looked harried, turning around every few seconds to make sure that all
five of the children weren't getting into any trouble. Xavier
jumped in the midst of his friends and started chattering
away like a little magpie.

"My name is Alton," the man introduced himself to Nikki
over the children's heads. "Father to those two, uncle to the
rest." His companion hovered nearby, looking worried. "That's
Kathleen over there."