"Because I knocked out that abusive bastard who was beating up a girl half his size?" Maura cringed, waiting for an extra hard slap to her bottom for the impertinence.
His hand paused above her reddened ass "Fair enough, Pet. I'll spare you one for a good point."
Maura made the mistake of sagging in relief and yelped loudly as his huge hand slapped down directly on her wet, swollen lips. "Thirty- thirty- are we thirty-seven or thirty-eight because you- AH!" James took advantage of her confusion to land another sharp blow in the same spot, and not waiting for a response, ran his fingers up her cleft, gathering moisture and landing the fortieth blow directly on her painfully aroused clitoris. Rather than the scream James was expecting, Maura instead let out a nearly soundless gasp and came shuddering uncontrollably as she thrashed and writhed against his fingers. Running three long fingers in and out of her, he prolonged her orgasm until she moaned painfully, begging him to stop.
***
Swiftly lifting her onto the bed, James placed an ice cube from his drink in his mouth, running his chilled tongue along her sore and heated center, slowly making his way back up until he was looking into her cloudy green eyes. When Maura stopped shaking, he kissed her, leisurely running his tongue along her plump lips, sucking one and then the other. Moving down, his dark head hovered over her breasts, treating both to a slow, luxurious kiss.
Holding her breasts in his calloused hands, James looked up at her, his smile was sin. "I can never decide on the most beautiful part of you, Pet. These lovely pink nipples?" His long fingers flicked them as Maura moaned, sliding her hands into his hair. "Perhaps this little waist, or those hips that flare out just so, to hold on to as I slam inside you?"
Maura's mouth was open in an unconscious invitation to kiss her again, so James did. "These lips? This sweet tongue? Mmm..."
He murmured in surprise when she caught his roaming tongue, sucking it into her mouth for the first time, tasting the scotch and the mint from their dinner. His wicked fingers slid down over her belly again, moving behind her to squeeze her sore bottom, as she gasped. "Perhaps this exquisite, shapely bottom that turns such a lovely shade of scarlet..." Maura moaned in relief when he released her sore ass, rolling her over onto her knees, pulling her hips up to meet him. They moaned together as James plunged inside her, nearly sinking half of him inside on the first thrust. "...but it has to be this perfect, luscious kitty, darling. God, I wish I never had to leave it." His hands went to her hips, holding her still as he moved in and out, edging deeper into her clutching pussy.
***
It must be the endorphins, she thought, half out her mind with pleasure. ...that's it, the endorphins because I can't even feel his hips banging against my ass and that should hurt, shouldn't it? Yeah, a lot... oh, GOD...
James was getting closer, and he pulled Maura up, pressing her back against the heat of his chest. She stiffened against him, which froze his painfully swollen cock in place. "Shh..." he soothed, one hand sliding down her belly to her clit, stroking it with the softest of touches. His other arm came over her breasts and shoulder, holding her in place as he started stroking inside her again. She'd never felt this before, never been taken like this. James’s wonderfully thick cock rubbed against her front wall harder, stroking against her most sensitive spots, over and over.
Blindly reaching back to touch him, Maura grasped his ass, making James chuckle. "Hold on then, darling. Hold on..." He listened carefully to her breathing, waiting until he knew she was ready. Thrusting in as far and he could go and stilling his body, James held her still. "Shh..." he whispered, "the desert is so quiet, I can hear the slick sound of my finger on your pretty little clit. Can you hear it?" Shaking with the strain of being forced to hold still so close to coming, it took Maura a moment to focus, to hear the soft, wet sound of his calloused fingertip on her acutely sensitive clit. "Hear it, darling?" James's relentless voice demanded.
"Yes," she moaned pitifully, "I do, I hear it."
"Such a good girl," he purred, a lascivious growl that echoed in the thin bones of her skull. "I’m going to tap on your sweet, swollen clit three times. When you hear and feel the third, you may come." Maura's breath caught in her throat, terrified that even bringing oxygen to her lungs would deprive her of the thing she needed desperately.
One... her lips moved soundlessly. Two... Maura's head fell back against his collarbone as she felt the third tap firmly against her clitoris and the sudden surge upwards of his cock against her. "James!" Maura shrieked at the top of her lungs.
The last thing she remembered was his pleased growl as they came together.
***
Biting into Maura's shoulder, the tendons in James's arms pulled taut, struggling to keep upright as his cock pulsed inside her, the warm silk of her channel squeezing him tightly. As she went limp, he gently laid her on her side on the soft cushions.
"My lovely girl?"
He grinned when he realized that for the second time, he'd actually made his sweet bride pass out from his attentions. It was so different from the escorts, or the women who threw themselves at him for money or hope of conquering the “bad boy.” Maura - despite having betrayed him - was refreshingly sincere in her responses. Playing with his finish and hers, he rubbed them together with his own finish on her sleek belly, until remembering his responsibilities. He was gently washing her clean when she woke with a gasp.
“Where’m… what are we…” Maura clumsily rubbed her eyes.
“Shh, sweetness, I’m taking care of you.” James smoothed his hand over her tangled hair. “You’ve been such a good girl tonight.” He watched her eyes droop a little as he applied cream to her sore bottom and rather overtaxed center. Pouring a glass of water from the chilled pitcher next to the bed, he held it to her lips, knowing she was still in subspace and a little shaky. “There you are,” he soothed, “can you sleep now?” She smiled, a little dazed still, and nodded, almost asleep as she mumbled goodnight.
Curling behind Maura and enveloping her like a large and sated cat, James looked out at the moon until he realized his brain was slowing its relentless calculations and he, too, fell deeply asleep.
Chapter 23: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
In which James gets a clue.
The sun had not risen over the endless stretch of sand the next morning when James woke up, realizing he hadn't drugged Maura the night before. Looking over at her, he considered lowering the dose in the hypo and doing it now, to keep her asleep and under control while he concentrated on the dig.
Watching her sleep, James felt that odd twinge again. He could hear the soft exhale of her breath, the black fan of her lashes on her pale cheeks. There was a flush under her skin and she looked utterly content. His brow furrowed. How could she possibly be anything other than cowed and miserable?
Putting a hand over his forehead and looking up at the soft movement of the tent above him, James had to admit he'd never seen her happier than yesterday. How she’d screamed like a lunatic with O'Connell (there was a match made in IRA hell, he noted). How eagerly she’d watched the sights and sounds of the Sahara. That wildly passionate sex, when she sucked his tongue into her mouth, she'd been nothing but joyful. Her easy smile, the unself-conscious way she'd look at him- James's gut twisted. He liked it when she'd look back for him, unconsciously searching for him to share the moment with her. He craved it.
Disgusted with himself, James rose gracefully from the pile of pillows and cushions. He took out his medical kit and found the syringes. Walking back to his sleeping bride, he wiped an alcohol pad on her hip and poised the hypo. Looking at her relaxed face again, he pushed the plunger to squirt out half the solution, then injected the rest into her skin.
Her eyes startled open, searching for a moment before finding his face, then closing again in a drugged sleep. Putting the syringe away and covering her back up, James stiffened his resolve. This was the right thing. The necessary thing.
