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for me?”

She turned to face him, triumph sizzling in her veins, and pulled her panties tighter, into the folds of her labia. Then she parted her legs and rolled her hips, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. “Yes,” she agreed in a husky voice.

Then she wriggled out of the panties and crawled up onto the bed. “Come here,” he urged, but she evaded him.

“Not yet. Want a taste of you.”

She let her hair fall across his thighs, and pressed her face to his belly, inhaling his musky scent and pressing a trail of kisses across the hard plain of his abdomen toward his penis. It bumped her in the chin, and she rubbed her cheek against him, reveling in the satiny heat of his skin, the way he quivered when she touched her tongue to him.

“Oh God, that’s good,” he groaned. “Yeah, like that, baby.” His big hand slid into her hair, cupping her head as she closed her mouth around the broad head of his penis, swirling her tongue over the slit and tasting the saltiness of the glistening drop there.

She pulled him deep into her mouth, reveling in the freedom to do what she wanted, stroking her palms over his lean flanks while she sucked him.

Her fingertips struck the edge of the bandage, and they both flinched. Bella raised her head, stricken, but Joel grasped her hand and pulled her up over him.

“’S okay, Nani,” he said. “Or it will be, as soon as I’m inside you.”

“I don’t know,” she fretted, even as her arousal grew at the sight of his cock, glistening from her mouth.

“I do. Come here, wahine. You can do all the work, and I’ll just lie here. Here.”

He reached over to the bedside table, picked up a small square package and handed it to her.

Carefully, Bella swung her leg over him, making sure her knee did not contact his wounded side. He was breathing hard, but he lay still as she fitted the condom over him, and then rose up over him and wrapped her fingers around him, placing him at the entrance to her body.

She watched him watching her as she slid back and forth, wetting him with her arousal. Then she moved her hips, working her way down around him, taking him into her. She moaned as he filled her, stroking sensitive nerves that knew his touch, and waited greedily for more.

He held up his hands and she laid her own in them, their fingers interlocking. Her hands clasped in his, Bella began to move.

It was all her this time, and in a way, it was incredibly erotic, as if she were using this strong, vital male for her own enjoyment. Her pleasure grew and grew, until all she could do was move, faster and faster on his perfect shaft. The heady scent of clean sweat and their arousal rose around her in the damp air, and the succulent sounds of her pussy clasping at him combined with their breathing.

His skin gleamed with a dew of sweat in the lamplight, his face hard with lust, his eyes gleaming like amber in his face, but he held himself quiet, letting her pleasure him.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I can’t—”

He let go of her hand and reached between her legs, the calloused pad of his thumb finding her swollen clitoris and circling it, hard. “Yes, you can,” he urged. “Ah, you’re so gorgeous, baby. Your face, those little papaya breasts, nipples hard, your tight, hot pussy, swallowing me up.”

His graphic praise and his caress sent her over the edge, and she came, the pleasure imploding inside her, around him, and then outward, through her body, quaking and shivering in waves of intense pleasure.

“Bella,” he groaned, stiffening like a living board under her. “Ah, yeah. God, I love you. Love…you.”

She moved sinuously, riding him more slowly, until at last his eyes opened, and he gave a last, shuddering sigh, his hands lax on her thighs.

He smiled slowly at her, teeth gleaming. “That was almost worth getting shot for. C’mere.”

She leaned over, careful not to touch his midsection, and kissed him. Her hair fell down around their faces in a black curtain. “I love you too,” she whispered, so happy she could scarcely contain it. He’d said the words. That meant something, didn’t it?

He slid his hands up to cup her breasts and kissed her back. “That makes me the luckiest moke on da island, wahine.”

She giggled at his bad accent. “Is dat Idaho Pidgin, moke?”

“Mm-hmm.” He