Inside the shower, he put the condom on a tray to take the bottle of liquid soap she passed over. He lathered his hands up and ran them along her shoulders. Taking his time, he bathed, playing with her breasts. Pulled at her nipples. Infatuated, he slowly explored the curves of her lush body. The sounds she made, every response she offered, sent a wave of arousal through him.
Moving closer, she caressed his hands and forearms as he continued to tease her sensitive breasts. Squeezed. Massaged. He couldn’t get enough of her skin under his hands. She was so soft compared to him.
She moaned, rolling her head to the side. Her pulse beat wildly.
Craving a taste of the skin he touched, he slid even closer. His prick bumped into her middle. He dipped his head to nuzzle her neck the way she’d done to him. He teased under her earlobe with his tongue. She cried out, arching into his body. Absently, his hands roamed onto her back and arse.
Pebbled nipples stabbed at his chest.
His teeth caught her earlobe, and he tugged.
“Miller…” Clutching at his shoulders, she rolled her hips in a bump and grind act.
Her response to him never failed to provoke his need for release. Or his desire to take her, hold her impossibly closer to him. His prick pulsed along the skin of her belly.
He groaned, squeezing her arse in his hands.
Sharp nails dug into his shoulders, causing him to shudder.
“Turn around, sheila.” He sucked on the side of her throat.
“Oh… You know my legs won’t hold me.” She whimpered as his teeth nipped her delicate flesh.
“Shh.” He licked over the area he’d marked. “I’ll hold you up.” If she responded like before, he’d have to. Last time he’d taken her in the shower, after her climax, her knees had buckled. She’d been so tight. So responsive to his prick. His hands. He wanted that again. Needed it bad. “Let me fuck you.”
Her hands tightened on him, probably at his crude language. But she turned away to place her palms flat on the wall. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down, watching her arch her arse up for his entrance.
Because of her short stature, even on her tiptoes, he had to bend his knees to make it into her tight hole.
On a long moan, she dropped her head forward and pushed back onto his rigid length. Bloody fuck, yes. He lost his breath at the first compressions of her inner muscles.
He groaned, thrusting up, deeper.
Nothing had ever felt as good as fucking Kaycee. Nothing. His head buzzed with lust.
“Miller…” More of her weight settled back on him.
“Shh, I’ll do the work.” Leaning over her, she struggled to stay on her toes as he impaled her deeper. He braced his palm on the wall and wrapped his other hand around her to finger her clit. Gently, he rubbed at the bundle of nerves.
“Oh…” She panted, her head resting back on his shoulder. Her hands clutched at his forearms for support.
He thrust into her willing body and grunted.
Keeping his strokes short, his fingers strummed her clit. His sweat mixed with the water pouring over them. Muscles straining, he worked his hips, giving her what she wanted. What he needed.
With each drive of his prick, she moaned.
With each pull of his prick, she whimpered.
With each press of his fingers, she quivered.
He worked his hips to speed up the pace, deepen the thrusts.
Miller groaned as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched at him in tiny convulsions. Trembling, he adored her with his working body while her climax peaked and faded.
“So good. You make me feel so good.” She relaxed her body. He accepted all of her weight. His hand left her clit so he could wrap his arm around her middle.
Only then did he set about bringing on his own release. He fucked her hard, fast and furiously.
So good. You make me feel so good. Her words hammered in his head while his prick hammered into her caressing depths. The feeling was mutual. She made him feel good. So bloody good.
Christ, sheila. He tensed with the approaching pleasure. Mind buzzing on pleasure, his come burst from his balls in violent pulses of his prick. His hips jerked on every hot stream.
He hugged her close, trying to catch his breath. Using his mouth, he nuzzled her ear.
You make me feel so good.
Kaycee lay on the bed in a patch of sunlight from the open balcony. She pushed her journal away, the entry complete. Her body was deliciously sore from Miller’s lovemaking. He was a rough lover. Yet she’d never experienced such desire before. Not ever.
Certainly not with Doug.
Butterflies flittered to life in her stomach as she rolled over to look outside. Regret tore through her to settle in her heart. She hated the idea of saying goodbye to Miller.
How had she developed affection for him in such a short time? How easy some people had it. Gina hadn’t ever mentioned any of the men she’d fooled around with as anything other than a fun time.
Casual.
This she could handle. She could do casual. She could get through this parting.
The bed dipped. Miller’s callused hand ran along her upper arm.
Warm lips pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. “You need a nap?”
A moan poured from her throat. “A nap would be nice.” With Miller, a nap would be heavenly. How easy it’d been to get used to his company. To his touch. To his sexy accent. “But…”
“What?” He eased away, only to slip under the sheet with her. His warm body snuggled closer.
The hair on his chest tickled her back, and she wiggled. She didn’t know if she tried to escape or burrow against him deeper. “We need to get going.” Regrettably, it was time to go back to Alice Springs, to her belongings and eventually a flight away from Miller.
“About that.” His fingers ran down her arm to entwine with hers. “When are you supposed to leave Alice?”
Breath caught in her throat, she rolled over. Her heart kicked up in excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him. Surely, he wouldn’t have asked…
Groaning, he lowered his head to string lingering kisses on her breasts.
Regretful of how little time she had left before she needed to be at the airport, she sighed. “I’ve two more nights before I make my connecting flight.” She was to meet a pilot for an interior flight. Hopefully to a new beginning.
“Any definite plans?” His teeth nipped at a nipple. The muscles in her stomach clenched. Her breasts swelled.
“No. No.” Her heart beat wildly. Only wanted to squeeze in as much as she could. So many things to do, so little time. More importantly, she wanted as much time with him as possible.
“Any ideas of what you want to do here on your holiday?”
She moaned, arching her body as he licked down toward her navel. His touch roused hot desire. Kindled the promise of fulfillment.
“The East and West MacDonnell Ranges sound lovely.”
“Eh, I can show you them from my birdie.” His tongue circled over her skin to coax her arousal. It trailed a slow path. Sweet sensations swirled hotly. She’d never known her stomach to be so sensitive.
At the scrape of his teeth on the underside of a breast, she gasped. “I… I’d like to see camels. I didn’t even know Australia had camels.”
“Eh, we do.” He teased a nipple again. “They do well in the desert climate.”
“I want to see waterfalls.” Her fingers tangled in his thick hair.
“I can show you waterfalls.”
Oh… “I’d like to dance with a local tribe at a corroboree.”
Once more, his kisses headed south. Moisture flooded from her sex, her outer pussy lips swelled as her clit tightened.
Arching her hips, she encouraged him to continue the sweet torment. “I’d like to listen to the primitive sound of a didgeridoo.” She thrust her hips up when his mouth passed by her bellybutton.
“Sounds like you’ve forgotten trying witchetty grub.” Hi
s tongue dragged across her stimulated stomach.
“Ew… No, thank you.” She laughed, rubbing his back. She wanted everything that was part of a unique outback experience except more Australian delicacies. Yuck.
“Eh, I’ll show you everything we have time for.”
Looking into his darkened gaze, she whimpered. “Miller…”
“Eh?”
“I want to do anything, see anything, as long as it’s with you.” The admission tore from her before she could stop it.
A rough groan vibrated along her skin from where his mouth pressed.
Yes, she no longer cared what she was able to see. All she wanted was as much of him as she could get.
“I’ll show you whatever we can fit in.”
“Wonderful. But now, I’d like for you to make love to me.” He had to or she’d scream.
“Eh, I plan to.” His teeth nipped her hip.
“Miller…”
“First, tell me if you like this.” Leaning up, he used his fingers to expose her inner folds. “Spread your legs, sheila.”
Inner muscles clenched in delight, she did as he asked, allowing him room to place his lips over her tight clit.
Growling, he forced one of her legs back so he could shift into a better position. He didn’t stop sucking as he settled down between her spread legs. Only then did he release her clit to tongue her folds. Dip into her aching body.
His hands gripped her bottom.
Kaycee lost her breath.
Lost her mind.
Liquid heat bubbled in her core.
He buried his tongue deep. She pulled her legs back, trying to take him deeper still. “Oh…Miller.” What he was doing… “Oh, please…”
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop.
He didn’t. He was attentive to her tingling clit and dripping hole. He’d suck her sensitive flesh through pounding heartbeats and shove his tongue in deep. He worked it in and out of her at a maddening pace.
She whimpered, arched. Muscles strained, awash by the approaching avalanche of unstoppable sensations.
Bliss hummed, wrenching a cry from her. “Miller.” He made her come. She tensed on the first shockwave. Pure pleasure pulsed from the inside outward.
He kept his face buried until the inner clenching of her walls stopped.
Weak, she let her legs go. “Love me…” She didn’t have to ask twice.
He climbed up onto his knees to position himself over her. The head of his length prodded her opening. On a single push, his big cock slid up between her splayed thighs, filling her up. Stretched her with his wide girth until he settled balls deep.
She moaned, clutched at his shoulders. Her knees hugged his bucking hips. “I love your hard body in me.” Liquid heat coiled tightly while he grunted and strained to carry her closer to the edge. Her fingers held on to his heaving shoulders. “I love the feel of your warm body covering mine.” Breathless, she planted kisses on his jaw and throat as he rocked back and forth. “You feel so good…” She quivered at the building sensations washing over her nerve endings.
On a groan, he upped the tempo of his pace. With sweat coating his back, he worked harder to bring her pleasure. His powerful arms trembled as he kept his weight off her. She whimpered, sucking on his shoulder to mark him.
She wanted him closer.
So much closer.
“More!” She gasped, his cock creating a delicious fever inside her depths.
She wanted him deeper.
So much deeper.
“Please more.”
She wanted so much more of him…
“Please, please…” Her nails dug in as the blaze of liquid heat filled her. “Miller!”
He grunted and groaned on every thrust of his hips. Brutally, he ground into her until she came apart. She splintered, shattered like a pane of glass. Miller was there with her, his body jerking inside of her in release.
Kaycee loved the feel of him breathing hard. Loved the pounding of his heart against her breast. Loved how his lips trailed along her temple after he climaxed.
Hugging his neck, she pressed kisses to his face. When he pulled away, she allowed him to go. He rolled over onto his back and removed the rubber. The wide expanse of his chest rose and fell under her hand.
“Hmm, that was yummy.” She pushed up to sit so she could reach his mouth. He looked tired. Gently, she buzzed his lips with her own.
He didn’t open his eyes.
Impulsively, she leaned down and smacked a kiss on his fat cock.
“Kaycee.” He’d opened one eye.
A grin turned her mouth up. “It looks so sleepy.”
A sound resembling amusement rumbled from his chest.
She laughed and climbed out of bed. “I’m going to go clean up so we can get out of here.”
“Good plan, sheila.” She took the condom from him. “I’m going to lay here and rest a minute.”
From the waist, she leaned over for a final kiss. This time, he kissed her back.
“Let’s slip in here a minute.” Where Kaycee led, Miller followed. There was no thinking straight at this point. Shopping. They were doing some shopping before lunch. Or rather, Kaycee was picking some things out.
This was another first for him. He’d never shopped for the hell of it. Jeans. A good pair of boots. Motor parts. Tools. Engine parts. Or something for the station were his boundaries for purchases. Hell, Co had taught him how to order necessities online so he didn’t even have to leave his home.
But these stalls that contained goods were a first. Kaycee liked browsing. She liked touching things. While he liked ogling her. She wore a short dress that clung to her breasts and flared loose to mid-thigh. He wanted to know what was hidden under the bright, blue material. The hem would sway as she moved to relentlessly tease him. Once he saw her in her panties he’d want her naked.
He liked holding her hand too. Since they’d left the previous shop, she’d kept her fingers entwined between his. Handholding. The intimate contact had him feeling possessive. She was with him and everyone who looked knew it.
With his thumb he rubbed the soft skin of her hand.
For a moment, she looked around. “Okay, we can go.” She tugged on his hand. “This boutique specializes in bathing suits.” She tried to pull him unsuccessfully back toward the exit. “Come on.”
Confused, he eyed the nearby bikinis.
“Itty bitty swimsuits.” She laughed. “My big bottom won’t fit in any of those.” She gave a twist of her hips, shaking the loose dress around. “I know what works for my flaws and what doesn’t.”
Flaws? What a little fruit loop.
Her dimples appeared. “Like this baby doll dress you’ve been admiring all morning.”
He grunted. “Your pretty arse would look…”
Gasping, she covered his mouth with a hand. “Miller, people will hear you.” She smiled for him. “Come on. I want to run back into that last shop.” He allowed her to lead the way. “You’ve been so patient. How about you pick our next activity?”
A groan rumbled up. What he wanted was to toss that dress up she wore and fuck her senseless. Who knew a bloody dress could be such a turn-on?
“Are you hungry?” She glanced up at him as they moved along in the crowded centre.
“You hungry?” It was getting to be about lunchtime.
“I asked you first.” She squeezed his fingers and rubbed his forearm with her free hand. She walked incredibly close to him. “Oh, here it is.” She let him go. “Now, I want you to wait right here.” With her palms, she urged him to back out of everyone’s way. “I know exactly what I’m going inside for. I’ll be right back.”
He frowned, only to follow her inside.
She sighed at his approach. Quickly, she collected a bracelet. Walking backward a moment, she headed for the checkout. “This is for my sister. Not me, okay?”
Not caring who it was for, he grunted. He was still going to pay for it.
“Are y
ou listening to me, Miller?” She got in line behind two older sheilas.
“Eh.” He pulled his wallet out, though he didn’t want her upset with him. Dammit. He liked spending money on her. He had plenty. And there was a time when he hadn’t had shit.
I’m marrying John Ashlan. He’s a man who can give me everything I want.
He pushed Emily’s betrayal away. Kaycee wasn’t Emily. Besides, they had an agreement. The Yank would be gone in no time. Their time together was already a done deal.
“Oh, Miller. Please don’t.” Gray eyes met his. She took his hand. “Please don’t, okay?” She tried to urge him away from the others but he was unmovable.
“You’re back.” The clerk greeted them.
“Yes, I just had to grab one more thing.” Kaycee handed over the jewelry and tried to crowd the counter. But Miller was taller. So he simply passed him a bill over her shoulder.
“Thank you.” The transaction and farewells were completed in moments.
For the first time that morning, Kaycee didn’t take his hand as they left the store. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Intimacy of any kind wasn’t something he’d ever had in his life. With shaky fingers, he caressed her bare skin. This closeness set him on edge. How easy it’d be to get used to her presence in his life.
“Thank you, again.” Kaycee’s arm went around his waist, allowing her to rub his back. “You shouldn’t do that, you know?”
“No worries.” He kept careful hold on her while they made their way through a milling group. “You want to go into another shop?”
“No.” She hugged his middle. “Why don’t we drop my bags off and then get some lunch?”
Though he didn’t mind carrying her bags, she had a bloody fine plan. “All right, let’s cut over that way.” He steered her along. Thankfully their hotel wasn’t far from the shopping centre.
Kaycee took his hand as the people thinned out. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Excellent.” His thumb rubbed the soft skin of her hand.
“I love these sandals you bought me.” As they came to a stop, she wiggled a foot. They’d spent an hour in a shoe shop where he’d discovered she had a thing for shoes.
He urged her inside the hotel. “Bloody impractical.” But he noticed she liked impractical things. Sandals. Jewelry. Clothes. And every time she’d been interested in something for herself, she’d asked for his opinion. His opinion. As if he had one on things he knew absolutely nothing about.
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