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his back. However, until the death knell had been sounded—
    Maybe there’d been a change in the drumming, maybe he’d
simply become aware of it again. Whatever it was, he matched his hand’s rhythm
to the beat that seemed to have permeated both earth and air.
    She’d stopped digging into his legs. Now she painted and
caressed them, touching the same area over and over again. It was always new, always
traveling from thigh muscle straight to his cock.
    When he slid his hand farther over her sex and buried his
middle finger up to the base in her, her hands stopped moving. Now they lay
nearly still on him, trembling just a little.
    “You’re cold?” he asked.
    “No. I…”
    “You what?” He straightened his finger so the back of it
rubbed against her pussy wall. Her next breath came out a sob.
    “I did not expect…”
    “What? That you’d climax the first time?” Could he take
credit for that?
    “Climax?”
    What planet was she from? And did it matter? “Come?
Get off on me? Whatever you want to call it?” Her juices were drenching his
finger and some had already leaked out to dampen his palm. He wondered how much
of his semen was mixed in with her sap. Curious about how close she was to the
brink, he curled his finger so it now brushed the back of her pussy. Her cunt
muscles clamped around him.
    Hmmm. Time to bring in the reinforcements.
    Ignoring the increased discomfort in his back, he leaned
even farther forward so he no longer had to brace himself. Now that his other
hand was free, he put it to good use. Stroking her pubic hair and
finger-fucking her at the same time took both dexterity and concentration. He
sure as hell didn’t mind, and from her little grunts and groans, he had no
doubt about how she felt.
    Calling on his inventive nature, he pulled her tight against
his hard-as-nails cock and caught a pussy lip between the thumb and forefinger
of his left hand. Now that that silken piece of flesh was out of the way, he
had no trouble working a second finger inside her. Sweat broke out on her. She
shoved her ass against him, grinding her buttocks into his cock.
    Shit!
    “That’s what I’m talking about,” he whispered into her ear.
His voice sounded as if he hadn’t used it in a month. “Lady, you’re randy.”
    “I—it feels so good.”
    “Makes you sorry you put it off so long, does it?” Shit.
Did he want to go there? “How—how old are you?”
    “I am a woman.”
    You are now. “I won’t argue that but—” Despite her
pussy grip on him, he straightened his fingers. Her G-spot was around there
somewhere. If he connected… “I don’t understand you, not even a little bit.” About
as much as I understand what the hell I’m doing with you.
    “And you want to?”
    “Damn right.” I also want to screw you until I can’t see
straight, but that’s another story.
    “I—I want to tell you about me,” she said in a small,
uncertain voice. “About my people. Our fears.”
    “Fears?”
    Whatever he’d just touched, her cunt spasmed as if an
electrical probe had been applied to it. Never one to deny a lady, he stroked
again. Just like that, a small stream of hot fluid drenched his hand. He held
it against her, no easy task given the way she was jerking.
    Climaxing. Right here, right now, without him having to do
more than a little freelance finger play.
    “Come on, Maia,” he encouraged. “Let it happen, just let it
happen.”
    She bucked against him with such force that he was knocked
backward. He felt himself start to slide off his clump of grass and tried to
straighten. However, with his hands otherwise occupied, he had nothing for
leverage.
    He landed on his back with her on top. She lay there a
moment, sweating and shaking, making tiny, continuous mewling sounds. Then,
just like that, she went limp. Her breath came out in a long, loud sigh.
    Climax number two.
    Despite whatever was poking into his back, he was in no
hurry to have her get off him. Although his hands