tremulous sigh.
Reznick put his right hand on her breast and gently squeezed. Then he slipped his hand beneath her T-shirt and found the breast again, bare this time. His fingers passed over the hard nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger and she made a small whimpering sound.
Reznick said, “Why don’t we go over to my place and use the bed?”
“The… bed?” she said.
“I’d be more comfortable. We can take the dogs with us.”
She smiled. “Okay.” Her smile faltered a little, and she asked, “What’re we gonna do in your bed?”
He grinned. “Whatever we want to.”
Reznick held the screen door open for her and she went up the steps. The little dogs followed her, their tiny claws clicketing on the steps. Reznick followed them all into the trailer and pulled the screen door closed, then closed the door and locked it.
“Do you have any wine?” Kendra asked.
“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have any alcohol.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Would you like something else? I’ve got Diet Dr. Pepper.”
“That sounds good,” she said.
He went to the refrigerator and got her one, popped it open before handing it to her. She took several gulps, then released a long, satisfied sigh.
Reznick took her right hand and led her down the hall. The bedroom was dark. He sat on the edge of the bed with Kendra standing in front of him. He looked her up and down and realized his hands were trembling. He took the Dr. Pepper from her and put it on the night stand.
“Arms up,” he said quietly.
She lifted her arms, and he pulled the T-shirt off over her head. He tossed the shirt onto the foot of the bed and stared at her, his lips parted, his eyes wider than he realized.
Her breasts were great round cushions in taut, smooth skin, topped with rosy nipples. He cupped them in his hands and lifted them up. He pressed his face between them and inhaled Kendra’s scent.
“You like them?” she said, smiling. A little giggle escaped her.
“They’re incredible,” he said, pulling his head back and looking up at her face.
She dropped the shorts. She was wearing nothing underneath them. She kicked off the flip-flops and stepped out of the crumpled shorts. She stood before him naked and radiant. She moved around him and crawled onto the bed.
Reznick stood and quickly removed his clothes. He opened the top drawer of his night stand and removed a box of condoms, took one out, put the box back, and closed the drawer. The
“You’re hard,” she said.
“Yes, I am. You do that to men, Kendra. You always will. You should get used to it.”
“Can I touch it?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
She wrapped her fingers around it and slowly moved her hand up and down. Reznick moaned quietly.
She put her mouth on him and he gasped. He only got harder and more excited. He clawed at the bottom sheet as her head and fist moved up and down on him.
“Oh,” he said, “oh, oh, oh.”
He did not want to come, so he reached down and closed his hand on her upper arm, made her stop, then tugged on her to come up with him. She moved up to join him and they kissed again, her right hand on his chest. She bent her right knee and moved her leg across his, pressed his erection down with her thigh. Her skin was soft as summer clouds as it moved over his.
Reznick reached down and found her center, ran his fingers through the downy curly hair, slipped his fingers between the moist lips and moved them, manipulated her.
Kendra pulled her face away from his and gasped.
He found her clitoris and she cried out, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed.
“You like that?” he whispered.
All she could do was nod jerkily.
He pulled away from her and moved down her body, then nestled his face between her legs. He reached up and massaged her breasts as he licked her.
Kendra’s body wriggled as she moaned and cried out. She was feeling sensations she had never felt before, and it was getting the best of her. She cried out so loudly at one point, she frightened him. She kicked her legs, squeezed them together on his head for a moment, then spread them as wide as they would go. He worked his tongue on her as he pinched her nipples.
Kendra started crying. Not just crying out, but crying real tears.
Thinking he was hurting her, Reznick sat up and said, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t! Stop!” she gasped.
He went back to it, smiling now.
After awhile, he crawled up her body, stopping to nibble and lick and kiss her here and there, finally stopping to kiss her on the mouth. Her eyes were puffy and wet. Reznick reached over to the night stand and got the condom.
“What’s that?” Kendra asked, her voice breathy.
“It’s called a condom. I put it on my penis and it keeps you from getting pregnant.”
“Oh. Can I put it on?”
He smiled. “Sure.” He rolled over onto his back and his penis jutted into the air.
Kendra crawled down to his penis and he handed her the condom.
“Do you know how to do it?” he said.
She frowned as she inspected the condom, then her face softened as she inspected his erect penis. She put the condom on the tip of his penis.
“It’s upside-down,” he said. “Turn it over.”
She did.
“There you go. Now just unroll it down my penis.”
And she did.
“And it’s on and ready to go,” he said.
“And now can we do it?” she said.
“Now we can do it.” Regent grinned as he took her in his arms and rolled over on top of her.
“Careful of my finger,” she said.
“Okay.”
She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist and he slipped inside her with a gentle, tremulous sigh.
Twenty-Three
As morning turned into afternoon, the hot breeze that murmured through the trees overhead picked up and became a blistering wind. The dry, rustling trees crackled and shushed as the wind whipped them back and forth. Blossoms blew from the silk trees and fluttered through the air like a pink snow, skidded over the ground, bounced and spun. By noon, the temperature was one hundred and eight, and by two it had gone up another four degrees to
