Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 24
“This is the first of many times that I will have you tonight, Cindy. Open for me,” he told her.
His slow, deliberate strokes continued loosening her tight tunnel to accommodate his girth. Soon her passage was slippery and acquiescent. A flash of heat rolled over his senses. As his pleasure increased, so did the flicks of foreign fire at the edge of his consciousness. Baptiste tried to push the feeling away, thinking it would interfere with his orgasm. As it engrossed him, he found it enhanced his impending climax. He groaned aloud and pounded Cindy’s pussy faster.
“Mr St John, wait. Your body feels hot.”
She was right. He did feel hot and it felt good. François’ magic rose within him, taking over, guiding him. It gripped his senses, intensifying the bliss he felt building in his balls. Electric strikes of excitement shot through his blood stream each time he drove into her. Cindy struggled beneath him, playing their game well. She beat his arms and wiggled her tiny body beneath him just as she did before.
“Mr St John, please wait. Something is wrong. Something is burning me,” Cindy pleaded.
“Shh.”
Normally he liked that part of their routine, but now it was just distracting. Baptiste covered her mouth and strained his awareness. Focused on his climax, he slipped his other hand beneath Cindy’s ass to lift her into his wild thrusts. Pressing his palm over her face and bringing her bottom to him at the same time, he delivered rough, pile-driving moves into her slick center. Consumed by his desire and the unfamiliar enchantment inside him, he attacked her pussy wildly, grunting incoherently until he roared his release. Liquid fire burst from his cock. He screamed at each exiting squirt, unable to distinguish the feeling as pain or extreme pleasure. Once his body started to calm, Baptiste rolled away from Cindy, dizzy with euphoria. After a few moments, he let out an exhausted laugh.
“That was superb, Cindy. I will rest for a while then I will have you again,” he told her.
When the customary ‘yes, sir’ didn’t come, Baptiste turned. Cindy lay beside him completely still. He rose on his elbows to scrutinize her better. Her eyes were wide and her mouth gaped a bit. Baptiste jumped up and went around the bed to stand over her. A pinky impression was scorched into the delicate skin across her nose. Red fingerprints adorned Cindy’s left cheek from when he’d held her face as well. He angled his head a bit and saw the same type of marks on her hip where he’d gripped her there to hold her to him.
“Fuck.”
He donned his robe once more then retrieved his phone from the nightstand. Leaving Cindy where she was, Baptiste dialed Maxwell’s number and left the room.
* * * *
Reynaud sat at a table off to the side in the restaurant dining room. He stared at a menu in his hand, not really seeing the words. Many days had gone by since they’d visited the site where his home used to stand. Making things grow in their garden and healing trees that were damaged in thunder storms had proven positive and strengthened him. He could sense much more around him also. Though no closer to finding Madame Cousteau, Reynaud was absolutely sure she was trying to reach him. The few hours here and there and a couple of days out of the week that Cameron took him to the site were not enough to conduct a proper search. He knew what needed to be done, but it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Gentle hands slid over his shoulders, bringing him from his thoughts. The slow massage over his tense muscles pushed away the unpleasant thoughts. He welcomed the arms that wrapped around his neck and hugged the back of his head.
“How long are you going to stare at that menu, Rey? Do you want Pierre to change something on it?”
“Huh?” Reynaud looked at the paper and shook his head, dropping the menu to the table. “No, love, it looks good.”
“Is something else wrong?”
Deciding against verbalizing his thoughts, Reynaud turned and kissed Cameron’s cheek. “No, I think I’m just tired. Let’s go to bed.”
Cameron stepped back as he pushed his chair away from the table. Reynaud took his hand and led him to their bedroom. Inside, he wasted no time disrobing his lover. Cameron ’s body had not lost its appeal. They had made love countless times over the last year and each day Reynaud wanted him more than the last. He was so grateful that Cameron seemed to feel the same way.
Reynaud let his gaze fall over his young love’s dimensions. He had long since memorized every line on his five-foot-six frame. The sun-bleached strands of his hair, the liquid gold of his eyes, even the scar along the side of his foot from stepping on a broken shell at the beach as a boy—all were locked in the recesses of Reynaud’s mind. He let his hands roam over Cameron’s torso, giving in to the need to touch him, to caress his shoulders and his chest—down his taut stomach and finally to his cock.
Cameron’s breath caught when Reynaud picked up a slow rhythm. His eyes closed and his head bobbed back. Reynaud loved the look of surrender that came across his lover’s face when he touched Cam.
Creolytes had a sixth sense about how to please their lovers. They were tuned in to them and in sync with what was needed. The sensations were even more potent when their lovers had no magic. The enchantment within them didn’t have to worry about incapability issues between magics. The Creolyte’s aura would surround them both, engulfing the human in a sense of overwhelming trust for him and