Barter Games (Part 4 of 5)
I can smell her heat. I can almost taste it. How many times had she teased me with her body throughout my service to her family? Did she really think I never caught the glances she sent my way?
The Bodyguard
She gets off my hips and gently settles on her back on the makeshift bed. She grimaces when she lowers her tender ass but sighs in gratitude when I position the table linens underneath her.
The bed of leaves rustle beneath us.
“What if the bed breaks?” she asks as I position myself over her.
“It won’t.” I’d constructed from the roots of the pandanus tree, reinforced with tripods at the base that I’d lashed together. There’s even a roof of the same palm leaves so it looks like a raised carport.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue exploring what is mine for the night, my hand tracing the soft curves of her body beneath me and settling on her hip. I pull her thigh, feeling her leg slide against my side.
She pulls away, breathless. “Exactly what taste of me did you have in mind?”
“This.” I kiss the hollow of her neck. “And this.” The skin between her neck and shoulder.
