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Cipher woke nearlytwelve hours later, which was a long stretch of time, especially for him. The others had all packed up and gone inside Promised Land proper, escorted by Brother Larry himself. Larry offered to have the lookouts watch over Cipher until he woke, but there was no way I was leaving him behind.
“You’re still here,” Cipher said with a smile, still groggy with sleep.
“I promised you I would be.”
He rose to one elbow and squinted to where the late morning light shone in; I’d pinned back the tent flap to let in the breeze. “Where are the others?” he asked as he reached for his leg.
“Inside.”
“Why didn’t you go with them?”
“I didn’t want to go without you.”
Setting aside his leg, he made a grab for me and pulled me into our bedding, kissing my forehead and my cheeks, squeezing me tightly and smothering me with affection until I was laughing in protest.
“I love you,” he said and I was suddenly shy, because even though he’d said it to me the night before, I hadn’t expected him to remember. “Do you love me?” he asked.
“More than anything.”
He kissed me again, first with fondness and then with heat. It seemed his hands had multiplied as he undressed me, tearing at my clothing impatiently and yanking my pants down my legs. We couldn’t get naked fast enough. He shucked off his underwear as I crawled over to the door to drop the tent flap. He reached for me again, grabbed my leg and pulled me back to him, then rolled with me on our bedding until I was flattened underneath him, right where I wanted to be. We made out with urgency, pawing at each other, him on top of me, me on top of him. I mauled his mouth with my own and dug my fingers into the same muscles I’d massaged for him the night before. I was delirious with desire and hungry for his every touch.
I pounced on top of him and his shoulders hit the ground. Grabbing hold of my erection at last, he brought me to the edge of climax with his fist, then squeezed my ass with both hands and dragged me to him so that he could take me in his mouth. He sucked me off eagerly, messily, and my gaze was magnetized by his coal-black eyes staring up at me. I begged him for more. Drunk on pleasure and the heady knowledge that he loved me, I came long and hard down his throat. Deftly, he guided me onto my stomach, supporting himself from behind with his arms and one knee.
“Stay there,” he said roughly. “Squeeze your thighs together for me.”
“Like this?” I said, breathless and still reeling from my own orgasm. I heard the sounds of lotion being squirted onto my butt cheeks. He spread it between my upper thighs, working it in with his hand, then lay down on top of me. His erection snaked between my legs and nudged at my balls. I gasped from the sensation.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No, just surprised me.” I imagined Cipher taking me like this, only with his cock inside of me. A hot fluttery feeling overtook me along with a primal longing to be filled.
“Make it tight for me, Kitten. Flex your asscheeks and squeeze me.”
I did as he commanded, making a nice cozy channel for him to slide between my cheeks and upper thighs. He began to thrust, his hips rolling in a sensual movement that made me hard all over again. I arched my back and raised my ass to give him room to maneuver and he growled appreciatively in my ear.
“That’s it, baby. Feels so good. You all right with this?”
“Yeah, I’m hard again.” The way he took control had my body in flames. I reached underneath me to grab hold of my erection and Cipher stopped me.
“Let me do it. Stay right there and squeeze me tight. Yeah, just like that. So sweet. So fucking nice.”
I braced myself with both hands as Cipher continued to hump my backside; the squishing sounds of his cock working between my thighs filled our quiet tent while his harsh pants warmed the back of my neck. His hand slid against my stomach and his fingers wrapped possessively around my shaft. He tugged roughly, like it was his own dick he was jerking. My cries of pleasure escalated as the sensation built, and he didn’t even try to quiet me this time, probably because he didn’t have enough hands.
“Tell me you love me,” he said.
“I love you.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
My thighs burned from the friction and my balls ached with a mounting pressure. Cipher pounded his hips against my bottom a few more times, then shuddered magnificently. My thighs were flooded with his warm release, the backs of my balls wet with it too. Without missing a beat, he stroked me, until my insides melted and my dick was spurting again.
“Goddamn,” he said, and I had to agree. “That was perfect.” He thrust a little more as if to keep me in place. “You feel so good. I want to taste you everywhere.”
He licked me from the base of my back to my nape, one long, wet stripe up my spine that made me shiver with delight. Then he anchored his teeth into the muscle between my neck and shoulder and bit me. I groaned from the sensation, pain edged with pleasure, and with my cheek still pressed against the blankets, he claimed my mouth, sucking the air from my lungs and dissolving all thought. We kissed until I had to pull away to catch my breath or risk passing out. He rolled me over so that we were nose-to-nose.
