Five Stars Five Stars (Desire Island #5)- Claire Thompson Page 0,5

on the bed, his cock loosely fisted in his hand, his eyes trained on the door.

He heard the sound of the lock turning as the code was entered, and then Shani appeared, still naked, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder, the cuffs he’d given her during his first visit around her wrists, a shy smile on her lovely face. She still wore the simple black slave collar that all unowned staff slaves wore. Maybe one day, she would wear a collar he’d made just for her…

“That’s quite a picture,” she said, coming toward the bed, her eyes on his very erect cock.

“I could say the same.” He grinned, adding, “In fact, I do say it.” He held out his arms to her. “I must have you. Now.”

With a small laugh, she set down her bag and lowered herself to the bed. Adam pulled her close for a long, sensual kiss. She smelled wonderful, her skin smokey from the fire with a pleasant overlay of eucalyptus from the balm, her mouth sweet as honey. She winced a little as his hands moved over her back and ass.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Your skin is still tender.” He let her go. “I desperately need to fuck you.”

He reached for her, pulling her up so she sat astride his thighs. They’d already discussed protection on his last visit. Happily, Shani was fine with no condoms, as she was on birth control and both of them had clean bills of health.

The view above him was breathtaking, her coppery skin smooth and soft, her breasts perfect, her shaven mons perched tantalizingly above his cock. Reaching between her legs, he stroked the soft petals of her sex and slipped a finger inside. She was hot and wet, her vaginal muscles tight around his finger. Unable to wait another second, he took hold of her hips. He lifted her and then slowly, carefully lowered her over his shaft.

He groaned with pleasure and need as her cunt enveloped him in hot, wet perfection. A shudder moved through her body as he arched upward to penetrate her fully. She began to move over him in a swiveling, undulating dance that left him breathless.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “It’s too fucking good, Shani. I’m not going to last.”

“Me, neither,” she gasped, moving with abandon now. She was rubbing her spread sex against his pubic bone. He could feel the hard nubbin of her clit against him, and smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She was panting now, a faint sheen of sweat on her upper lip. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned. “I’m going to… Can I…?”

“God, yes,” he urged, “Come for me, Princess.”

She shuddered violently, her cunt muscles clamping down hard on his shaft as she cried out in climax. Her head was thrown back, a pulse visible on the side of her long, slender neck. Unable to hold on another second, Adam, too, let go.

As he reached the pinnacle, his dominant urges took over. He reached up with one hand and gripped her throat, pulling her toward him as he came in a powerful series of thrusts.

At her sharp cry, he opened his eyes. She was staring down at him with a look of terror in her dark eyes. “No,” she cried, her fingers scrabbling at his hand, still gripping her throat. “No, please, no!”

Alarmed, he dropped his hand at once. “I’m so sorry, Shani. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He pulled her gently forward so she was lying on top of him. Her heart was pounding so hard he could feel it against his chest. In his experience, most subs loved the dominant feel of a hand around their throat, especially just before and during climax. Clearly, for Shani, this was some kind of trigger he hadn’t known about.

She nuzzled her face at his armpit, not looking up, not saying anything. He held her and gently stroked her head, speaking in a soothing tone. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t realize that was a trigger for you. Again, I’m so sorry.”

She said nothing, her face still hidden. But her breathing and her heartbeat slowed, and he could feel the tension she’d held in her body slowly easing. After a while, he gently lifted her and lay her beside him on the bed. He reached for her cheek, stroking the soft skin with two fingers. “You okay?”

She nodded, offering a small, embarrassed smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I-I didn’t realize it was a trigger,