She wraps them in tight, pressing her nose into the little girl’s head, and I watch as she inhales their scent. A slight stirring in my chest occurs over the beauty I am watching. I never thought about Moira with children before, but she clearly loves her niece and nephew. I wonder what type of mother she would be, but I think I know the answer to that.

A twinge of yearning filters through me, knowing that isn’t something that would be possible for me to ever have with Moira. It’s not something I ever thought of before, quite frankly. In Caraica, sexual freedom abounds, and although women and men marry, and although the woman must submit to the man, there is no such thing as infidelity. Women are allowed to have sex outside of their marriage, just as men are allowed to do so. It’s done by mutual consent, and while sometimes jealousy can come in to play, for the most part, it’s an accepted custom. Even when a woman gets pregnant, if she’s taken more than one lover, the child is treated as a child of the tribe, not of the marriage, and everyone takes a hand in raising the baby. Well, that is, the women care for the baby and the men provide food and protection. Caraican men remain pretty removed from the kids, especially the little girls. They show a bit more interest in the boys once they are old enough to learn how to hunt and provide.

“Colleen… Samuel… I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Zach,” I hear Moira say. She stands from the ground and with a hand on each kid’s shoulders, faces them toward me.

“You’re the man that lived in the jungle,” Samuel says to me. Colleen keeps her shy eyes on the ground.

“That’s right,” I tell him with a smile.

“Are there lions there?” he asks wide-eyed.

Laughing, I ruffle his hair, and Moira smiles at me. “No lions, but there are jaguars. And alligators and really big snakes.”

Samuel’s mouth purses into a little “o” of wonder. “What’s a jaguar?”

Moira laughs and takes both kids by the hand, leading them up the stairs. “We’ll pull one up on the computer and show you a picture. But let’s get inside.”

Glancing over her shoulder at me, she shocks me when she says, “Remember… still pissed here. Better do something about it tonight.”

Fuck… I had just gotten my hard-on under control and now it’s back again.

With three fingers lodged deep in Moira’s pu**y, I latch onto her cl*t and suck extra hard. She breaks apart as easy as spun glass, shoving her fist in her mouth to muffle her cries with the knowledge that the kids are sleeping in the bedroom next door.

I circle my tongue around her lightly and pull my fingers out. Rising up on my knees, I take my c**k and guide it in, slipping easily into her wetness with a soft groan.

Taking her ankles in my hand, I raise them up and place them on my shoulder, leaning forward to place my hands on the mattress just to the sides of her br**sts. It pushes me in even deeper, and Moira makes a strangled sound.

“Still pissed at me?” I ask quietly as I pull back slowly and then sink back into her.

She shakes her head violently, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I don’t know,” I say dubiously while I slowly thrust my c**k in and out of her. “I think you might be. In fact, I think you need to come one more time… just to get the anger out.”

“I can’t,” she moans as her eyes open to look at me. “You broke me just now.”

Chuckling, I keep pumping in and out of her, eying with pride the red tint to her neck from the massive orgasm she just had and the sheen in her eyes. Leaning to the side to support my weight on one hand, I grab her by the wrist and shove her own hand between her legs.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Make yourself come again while I’m f**king you.”

She shakes her head again but I look down and see her fingers working at her wet flesh. I sigh in absolute pleasure as I watch her… feeling her tight pu**y gripping me.

“That’s my sweet girl,” I praise her and thrust a little harder, thankful the little twin bed that we’re on, which belongs to Colleen, isn’t groaning the way I want to let loose.

I feel my orgasm start to bubble at the base of my spine even as Moira’s free hand blindly grabs at my bicep, digging her nails in deep.

“I’m coming again,” she whispers, and her h*ps buck as her back arches. She throws her head back baring that slender throat to me, and I lean all the way down, causing her body to practically fold in half so I can run my tongue along her skin. My balls contract for a splendid moment, and then I bite down on her throat as I start to come inside of Moira, feeling the spasms of her waning orgasm still rocketing through her pu**y.

Even as my h*ps shallowly pump at her, trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure I can, I lean up so Moira’s legs can fall limply back down to the mattress.

Then I collapse on top of her, my entire body feeling depleted of all its strength. I bury my face in her neck and pull her tight into my arms, my breath still ragged. My c**k is still lodged inside of her, still semi-hard but flagging in repletion.

Turning to my side a bit, I pull Moira in closer as her own pants brush soft against my chest. The damn bed we’re in is so small, my legs hang off by a good foot and my ass is hanging precariously over the side.

“No way are we going to be able to f**king sleep in this bed together,” I grumble as I kiss her temple. “I’ll take the floor as soon as I’m able to move.”

“Let’s pull all the blankets onto the floor, and I’ll sleep down there with you.”