Page 32 of Race With The Devil

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tanner

My cock was stiff as hell when Unity tore off her tank top and shorts, but I still didn’t know if she was interested in me.

But I sure as fuck was going to get her interested in my talent.

Her amazing, natural, gravity-free boobs bounced in the spare bathing suit top, just a halter of string with two triangles juicily displaying the un-inked side boob. I delved first into the darkness of the slot canyon, so she wouldn’t be intimidated by me. This way, she was following, not being led. At the other end a waterfall gushed. Its beginning and ending were invisible—just a sheet of water instead of a rock wall.

I talked to reassure her nothing nefarious was up. “Animals maintain the same circadian sleep cycle no matter how much light or darkness they are under. They still act like they’re under the same twenty-four-hour cycle. But people varied widely. Some people seemed to operate on a thirteen-hour cycle. Others seemed to take up to sixty-five hours to complete their cycle. In 1938, the first sleep researcher decided to test it by spending over a month inside a completely dark cave.”

We’d reached the waterfall, standing so close one side of our body was sprayed. My shapely hip-hop queen dumped her backpack and stood facing me, arms folded, creating a shelf for her stupendous tits. She frowned with concern. “Oo. That sounds horrible. A dark cave scares me.”

“I know, but this one isn’t dark.” I sliced my palm through the spray, selfishly directing some of it toward her clavicle, just because I admired the way it sluiced down her cleavage. Her G-string was so tiny, the waxed pubis jutted out defiantly. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees biting and licking that smooth vulva. I envisioned pinching her juicy lips together, massaging the clitoris between them. Only when it protruded like a tongue from between the lips would I dive in, gluing my mouth to her sex and lapping.

I bet no one had ever done that to her before. All the men who wrestled with her during and after photo shoots—I bet no one had ever licked the core of her before.

Of course my dick was utterly hard. The wet fabric clung to it like a spider web, the only thing preventing it from springing at her like a saber. But she wasn’t running. “He and a student timed their activities to a twenty-eight-hour cycle, working for ten, resting for ten, and sleeping for nine. They found that after a week, they naturally gravitated back to the twenty-four-hour pattern of animals.”

Unity grinned widely. “I like how you’re always teaching me how we’re just like animals.”

Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her to face away from me. I dared placing a wet hand over a swirling artwork of poppies, roses, and snakes on her shoulder blade. My other hand snaked around her abdomen so I could thumb her steamy under-cleavage, occasionally getting gutsy enough to brush my thumbs against the driven snow of her side boob. I’d fantasized about bringing her around to voluntarily, eagerly touching me, but now I had a different idea. Slow masturbation of this amazing woman was the new agenda. I slid a hand down to lightly pinch the fatty pubis. Like on the cliff, she began a slight rotation of her voluptuous ass against my erection. A few drops of jizz spurted from my slit. Now it was like being masturbated by her. She’d turned the tables brilliantly. Whenever she rolled the big globes of that ass against my hard-on, she kneaded my bursting head against her butt. She rolled my cockhead into the cleavage of her ass, and my balls filled, stiffening. It would’ve been so easy to grab her hips and slap her up against the side of the cave, impaling her.

But tenderness was the watchword. Before I jizzed inside my skivvies, I had to change the subject back to her. No one topped me from the bottom!

“What do you fantasize most about?” I murmured in her ear. I grasped her fleshy lips between my greedy fingers. She abruptly amped down her butt rolls. I could feel her mind shutting as she lolled her head back against my shoulder, against my chest. Her painted skin scraped my nipple, sending such manic shots of craving through my innards, my cock twitched between her butt cheeks.

“Is this some other animal thing?” She had to speak louder to be heard over the rushing water. She snaked her hands behind my neck, lacing her fingers so she could arch her back against me. Any other man would’ve interpreted this as an invitation to fuck. I couldn’t be so crass.

“No. This is all about you, my queen of heaven. This is all about getting you pumped up.”

“Is this the Queen of Heaven position?”

“Yes,” I lied. Rolling her bulging clit between the petals of her sex, I stimulated her without scaring her. When she gasped loudly and jumped, I slipped my free hand over a side boob to capture a nipple between my fingers. I pinched the little gem, knowing it also sent shock waves directly to her inner pussy. “But in the true Queen of Heaven, I’d impale you. I don’t want to do that now.”

“You don’t?” she pouted. “You don’t want me?”

I growled in her ear. “Oh, I fucking want you, all right. It’s not that.”

“Because you have no protection? I don’t need that. I can’t get pregnant.”

I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking why. I just flicked a fingernail against the stiff bullet of her nipple, pleased when she gasped again. Man, it was something to hold a natural, full breast like that in my hand. Perky and achingly round, I just wanted to nurse at it. But I had a job to pursue. “This is all about pleasing you, Unity.” I swiped a finger over the emerging bulge of her clit. She cried out this time, like a beautiful heron balancing on just one leg.

“I fantasize about you,” she gasped.

That surprised me. Why would she lie like that? She didn’t need to please me. I responded by setting up a swiping motion of my fingertip across her slimy clit. She was dripping with juice, and I’d done that. God, I wanted to fuck her. I was primed to explode. I satisfied myself for now by putting my foot on a low rock, so I could bury my wang deeper in her butt cleavage. I was buried so deep and she arched her back so finely, I could’ve reached a little behind her clit to find my own dripping glans. “No. I mean who do you think about when you masturbate? A cowboy? Rock star?” Women had told me those things before.

But of course, Unity was different. “An explorer.”

I was trained to keep up a steady pace against the clit. “An explorer? As in, Dr. Livingstone, I presume?”

“Sort of. Only more Richard Burton, finding the source of the Nile, writing about swords, sneaking into Mecca, speaking twenty languages.”

What. The. Fuck? “Okay. So a guy who’s very daring and well-educated.”

“Yes.” Another butt roll. I’d finish before her if she kept this up. I slipped a palm down her ass cheek. A surge of jizz shot from my balls when I grabbed a handful of it. But I couldn’t slap her, much as I fucking desired to. “You’ve never seen that portrait of Sir Richard Burton on my wall in my apartment? Oh Jesus, Tanner, don’t fucking stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. You’re a fucking master.”

That was my cue to stop. Orgasm control was skirting around the very edges of climax, much as she was unintentionally doing to me now. I stopped flicking her little swollen bud and started a slow massage. Long and deep, my three middle fingers swiping slowly almost to her slippery hole. “You’re a gorgeous queen of heaven, Unity.”