by S. E. Smith
She sighed as she snuggled closer. Her mind refused to focus on anything but how she was going to drive him crazy with pleasure. One idea after another swept through her mind. Each one making her hotter than the one before.
“I want to undress you,” she murmured, twirling her fingers in the hair along the back of his neck. “Yes, first I’m going to undress you. Slowly. I think I’ll kiss every part of you as I do. Mmm, you taste so good. I can’t wait to see if the rest of you tastes just as good as your cock. Then, I’m going to explore every inch of you.”
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Krac cursed hoarsely as he turned the corner. “You are going to kill me if you keep talking like that.”
“Just wait until I get my hands on you,” she whispered, pressing a hot kiss to his neck. “And my mouth. Definitely my mouth.”
*.*.*
Krac’s brain was close to short-circuiting. The images her words were creating, especially after having experienced some of what she was talking about, had his body pulsing with expectation. He swept through the door of her cabin and froze as the unfamiliar feelings of indecision and being unsure of what he should do next hit him. His eyes moved to the bed as he tried to decide what to do next.
He wished now that he had paid more attention to what the guards at the lab had said when they joked around with each other. He knew what sex was by definition. As it had never really applied to him except for that one time in the lab, he had assumed it was a defect in his creation. What he was feeling now made him realize that he was in no way defective. At least, if the hardness of his cock was any indication.
“I… I don’t…,” he started to say, a confused and uncertain frown making his cheeks turn darker as he gazed down at her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, cupping his face with her right hand and stroking his cheek with her thumb. “We’ll take it slow. Just let yourself feel.”
He slowly lowered her to her feet until she was standing in front of him. He looked down at her with uncertainty. He knew what he wanted to do. Some instinct inside him wanted to rip her clothes off and bury himself deep inside her. He just didn’t know if that was his human instinct or his Alluthan. The last thing he wanted to do was scare or hurt her.
He clenched his hands at his side to keep from reaching for her. Sweat beaded on his brow and he wondered vaguely if there might be a problem with the environmental system. His whole body felt hot and his clothes actually felt like they were irritating his skin.
He hissed when he felt the front of his shirt slowly part and Skeeter’s hot, moist lips pressing against his chest. He held himself stiff, afraid that if he touched her, she would stop. His throat worked up and down as her lips moved further down as she released more of the buttons on his shirt.
“Skeeter, I am not sure this is… perhaps we should…” his voice faded to a low moan as she slid his shirt off his shoulders. “That feels incredible.”
“How about this?” She asked as she teased his left nipple with her tongue. “Or this?” She pulled the clasp holding the front of his pants loose and slid her hands down and around him so she could cup his ass.
“Yes!” His loud moan filled her room. “Skeeter, I want to touch you.”
“Then do it,” she replied huskily, looking up at his taut face. “Touch me, Krac. Touch me any way you want.”
“I want to rip your clothes off of you,” he admitted, his cheeks turning dark again. “I am afraid of scaring you.”
Skeeter’s eyes lit up and a mischievous smile curled her lips as she pulled back just far enough for him to have room to touch her. If he thought wanting to rip her clothes off her would scare her, she wondered what he would think if she told him she wanted to tie him up and have her wicked way with him. She had a feeling that her idea of going slow was about to be blasted into hyperspace.
“I’ve always wanted a guy who could rip my clothes off me,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “I think that would be incredibly sexy.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as the sound of cloth tearing echoed in the room before she even finished her sentence. Her lips formed an ‘O’ as her lacy bra followed her shirt. She moaned loudly when his calloused hands cupped her heavy breasts and lifted them.
“Oh my God, you learn fast,” she panted as his lips captured her right nipple and he sucked deeply on it. “Oh baby, yessss!”
“I like this,” he growled as he released her nipple and moved to the other.
“You aren’t the only one,” Skeeter moaned as her eyes closed as he kneaded her breasts as he sucked on her nipple. His thumb and forefinger rolled her other one between them. “I refuse to come in my pants again. Naked, you – me now!”
Krac pulled back with a hot glare before he gripped her around the waist and tossed her onto her bed. He pushed his pants down, kicking off his boots and pulled them off. His eyes never left Skeeter, who was watching him with her own hot look.
He stepped closer to the bed and bent to grip the top of her pants. It was a good thing she was wearing a pair from medical. The waist was elastic and he gripped it and her panties at the same time. Her slippered shoes came off with her pants.
“You are so beautiful,” he bit out in a hoarse voice.
“You aren’t so bad yourself,” she replied, licking her lips as she watched his long, thick and very, very hard cock jerk up and down. “Not bad at all.”
“I want to taste you,” he said, staring down at the rich dark red curls that covered her mound.
Skeeter relaxed back with a happy sigh. She had died and gone to heaven. She had been sneaking romance stories and vidcoms for years with Tila’s help. She had always dreamed of finding a male who would talk dirty and want to make love the way the heroes and heroines did in the stories.
“Go for it. I’m all yours,” she whispered.
“Of course you are. I will never let you go. That is why your father will accept it when I tell him,” Krac replied arrogantly.
She released an exasperated sigh and shook her head. “Word of advice,” she chuckled, looking him in the eye. “Don’t mention my dad when we are making love. That is the surest way to kill the mood.”
His eyes widened before he nodded his head. “I do not want that. I want this,” he said, kneeling next to the bed so he could touch her soft curls.
“Oh baby yes,” she sighed as his fingers ran through the soft thatch. Her hips tilted upward when he tugged on it and she lifted her left leg to wrap it around his shoulder. “I’m on fire for you.”
Krac’s eyes jerked up to her face at her softly whispered words. The sweet sound was like a calming balm for his soul. Her face was flushed and her hands were over her head, causing the rounded mounds of her breasts to lift. Her nipples stood rosy and taut from his lips.
He looked back down and ran his fingers through her thick curls again. Each time he did, she would moan and her hips would move. Heated fascination held him mesmerized as his fingers ran down along the slick folds hiding her womanhood. His eyes flashed up to her face when she moaned louder and tilted her hips more, as if seeking his touch.
He focused back on his exploration. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to learn how to make her moan and to bring her the same pleasure that she brought to him. He ran his fingers over the small nub before he pushed deeply inside her silky channel. He flushed with heated pleasure at her loud cry.
“You are so soft and smooth,” he whispered as her hips rocked back and forth.
“Please,” she panted, clutching at the top of her bed. “Like that.”
Krac leaned forward as her leg tightened around his shoulder. He parted her slick lips and pressed his mouth against the swollen nub. The moment he did, sweet ambrosia flooded him. Molten lava poured through his system as his senses reacted to her desire. He ran his tongue over the nub enjoying how it swelled for him. Skeeter’s loud cries and heavy panting told him that she was enjoying what he was doing.
He stroked her, pushing his long fingers
deep into her while he continued teasing her. Her body reacted by sending more of her sweet juice over his lips and tongue. His body grew impossibly harder, but some instinct told him it was important to bring her to pleasure first. He dipped his tongue into her before roughly stroking over her nub again. He was rewarded when her body froze and she exploded, sending a wave of sweet moisture around his fingers and lips.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She chanted over and over as she wrapped her legs around him and held him pressed tightly against her for several long seconds before she reluctantly released him. “That was… incredible,” she choked out, opening her eyes to look at him in stunned disbelief.
“More,” he grunted, rising up. “I hurt.”
*.*.*
Skeeter’s arms wrapped around him as he crawled up her body to seal his lips to hers. The taste of herself on his lips sent a wave of possessiveness through her that she didn’t know she was capable of feeling. This huge, awesome male was hers, all hers.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The move pressed his hard cock against her slick core. She moaned as his hips flexed instinctively. The movement pushed the bulbous head of his cock inside her pulling another moan as his cock slid along her sensitive vaginal channel. The feel of his cock stretching her, filling her, sent a wave of intense pleasure through her.
Her arms tightened around him when his large frame shuddered and stiffened. She reluctantly allowed him to pull back, breaking their heated kiss. A knowing smile curved her lips at the heated look of surprise on his face before a more determined expression transformed it as he pushed a little deeper.
“Oh yes. That’s it,” she whispered, scraping her fingernails along his scalp and rocking her hips so that he moved deeper into her. “You feel soooo good.”
“Skeeter,” he panted, pushing deeper before pulling back so he could do it again. “I… this is… I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“I can’t wait until you do,” she whispered, tightening her legs around his waist and rocking. “Go faster. Wait until you do that. Faster and deeper.”
His face was taut with emotion as he did as she said. His arms strained as he held himself off of her for fear of crushing her. He stared down into her face as he moved his hips. His lips parted when he pulled back and drove as far as he could into her.
“Ohhh!” He moaned as she wrapped tightly around his throbbing length. “I… have… to…. I have… to… deeper… faster.”
“Yes to both,” she moaned.
Krac lowered himself so he could wrap his arms around her soft curves. His broad hands spread across her back, pulling her against his chest as he buried his face in her neck. He shivered as her hands curved around him, holding him to her as he moved.
He pulled in gasping breaths as he drove into her. His eyes closed as he felt a strange tingling begin. He swore his balls were about to explode they were so tight. The feel of her fisting his shaft, stroking it, sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through him.
He felt her short nails clawing at his back as he moved faster. Her loud cry echoed through the room as her body locked around him. The intensity of her pulsing around his cock lifted him to a new level of pleasure/pain that shattered the taut string holding him back. His body erupted into her with a force that had him arching upward, straining.
“Yessss,” he groaned out, pulsing into her as he ground his hips against hers. “Oh yes.”
*.*.*
Skeeter looked up at his tense features. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted as he drew in rasping breaths. His brow was drawn as the power of what just happened still held him in its grasp. The muscles in his neck stood out and he shuddered as another wave struck him as he came down from his climax. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
Running her hands up his forearms, she waited until his head fell forward and he opened his eyes to stare down at her in stunned silence. She smiled tenderly up at the wild look of passion that still ensnared him. She gently stroked his arms and shoulders before touching his cheek with the tips of her fingers.
“I love you, Krac,” she murmured softly. “You make me feel safe, happy and whole.”
Krac’s eyes darkened at her words. “You are mine, Lulu Belle. No one, no one will take you from me.”
Her eyes glittered as he used her real name for the first time. She gently pulled him down to her so she could seal her lips over his. A soft moan escaped when she felt him move inside her.
It would appear he is a very, very fast learner, she thought happily as he started to move again.
Chapter 23
Skeeter had been nervous about returning to the Lulu Belle but Krac made sure she was kept too busy over the next several days to let the memories of what happened overwhelm her. When they weren’t making love, he was asking her a million and one questions about her life. Where she had grown up, what she liked to do and why was the freighter filled with so many strange objects. She had happily answered his questions, but it troubled her that every time she asked some of the same questions about him, he would change the subject or distract her.
During that time, he also showed her the updated equipment that had been installed by the engineering crew aboard the Conqueror. She listened as he gave her a detailed tour of the new security and defense systems that was installed. She smiled and nodded, but most of what he was saying went over her head.
“Why would I need those?” Skeeter asked, pointing to the laser defense grid showing on the console in front of her. “I didn’t even know that the Lulu Belle had laser cannons.”
“I can’t believe your dad let you out into space without a working defense system,” Krac muttered darkly. “Didn’t you do a maintenance check on them?”
“Oh, well, they probably did work when I got the Lulu Belle,” she began, biting at her lower lip. “Terry told me not to worry about it. He said he would take care of it.”
“This is the male that you belonged to,” Krac growled.
Skeeter scowled at him. “I didn’t ‘belong’ to him.”
“He became your lover,” he countered in a low voice.
“More out of curiosity and boredom,” she retorted. “It was a mistake. Everyone is entitled to at least one. Count him as mine.”
“What about the dance you gave to Cooraan, Bran and Rorrak? Was that a mistake as well?” He snapped out, glaring at her.
Skeeter’s eyes opened wide as everything clicked. “That’s where I knew him from! I knew it. I did recognize his voice,” she muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened even further at Krac’s dark expression. She burst out laughing. “You’re jealous,” she breathed.
“I am not jealous,” he muttered, looking down at the controls. “You danced for them.”
“I didn’t know that it was ‘that’ kind of place. Druss just told me that some guys were interested in the dance I had learned. I thought they wanted to know how to do it,” she muttered. “I ended up knocking two of them out by mistake. I didn’t know the stick I had was that long or that they were sitting so close. I was really into the dance. It is very empowering,” she mumbled.
Krac’s lips twitched before a low laugh escaped him. “Bran said you almost emasculated Roarrk.”
Skeeter’s soft laugh combined with his. “You should have seen their eyes when I started the dance,” she giggled. “I don’t think they were quite expecting me to start shouting, or beating my chest before I grabbed the stick. Before I knew it this one guy jumps up at the same time as I swung around. His eyes were bugging out further than mine when I caught him in his you-know-what!”
The picture Skeeter was painting in his mind drew more laughter out of Krac. Before he knew what was happening, he found Skeeter’s warm, curvy body sitting on his lap with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The laughter died on his lips as she gently skimmed his face with the tips of her fingers.
“You have the most beautiful laugh,” she whispered, leaning forwar
d to press her lips against his. “I ache.”
His eyes warmed as she pulled back. “I know how to take the ache away,” he murmured, his eyes alight with desire.
“Show me,” she breathed out, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his again with a desperate hunger.
His arms tightened around her. He blindly felt for the console and connected with it briefly. He sent a brief command before he disconnected so he could rise out of the chair with her in his arms. His eyes flickered up long enough to guide them down the corridor to her cabin.
He broke the kiss as he laid her down on the bed. His hands worked frantically at her shirt. He growled in frustration before just tearing it open. His lips caressed the swell of her bare breast as he bent over her. He had insisted when they dressed earlier that she didn’t need to wear the torture device that bound her. He liked the way her nipples stood out against the fabric without it.
“I swear I can’t get enough of you,” she cried out as he moved down her body.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, ripping the sides of her boxers.
“I’m not going to have any clothes left if you keep tearing them up,” she informed him as she lifted her ass up far enough for him to toss the tattered remains to the floor.
“Good,” he muttered, causing his heated breath to caress the soft curls between her legs. “I like you without clothes on.”
“I like me without clothes on too,” she moaned as her legs fell apart. “Especially when you are doing this to me.”
“Good,” he repeated as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed.
“Oh so good,” she breathed out as the world began to shatter around her.
*.*.*
Pleasure exploded through Krac as he pressed his lips against the small nub he discovered made her say and do wild things. He ran his tongue over it, moaning as sweet ambrosia touched his lips. He slid his hands up under her thighs and lifted her legs up over his shoulders wanting more.