She was still just wearing the pink towel knotted above her breasts and nothing else, so she maneuvered carefully, trying not to flash him. Finally she had herself settled with her knees planted on either side of his hips and there she stopped…unable to go any further.
“Sophia…” Sylvan’s voice was strained, as though he was trying to be patient and finding it awfully damned hard. “This isn’t going to work unless we have direct contact—a lot of it. You’ll have to lower yourself down onto me.”
Sophie cleared her throat. “But I don’t…don’t have to put you, you know, inside me, do I? I mean aside from the fact that I’m not using any kind of protection I just don’t think you’d, uh, fit.”
His eyes blazed. “As to that, you couldn’t conceive unless we were bonded. So it’s perfectly safe for you to have my seed inside you. But to answer your question, no, you don’t have to put my shaft into your pussy. It should be enough for you to rub against me—as long as you’re thorough.”
“The way you were last night,” she said, and blushed again.
“Yes.” He caught her gaze with his and held it. “The way I was last night when I spread you open and tasted you. Come down, Talana.” His voice was low and commanding, impossible to disobey. “Come down and let me feel that sweet, hot pussy against my cock. But first let me see how wet you are.”
“I…I…” Sophie tugged at the hem of the towel, feeling both embarrassed and excited. “You want me to…to show you?”
Slowly, he nodded. “Yes, show me. I want to see how wet you’re getting, my numala. Do you want to feel me against you as much as I want to feel your soft pussy against my shaft?”
“I…I don’t know.” Sophie looked down uncertainly. She still held the bottom edge of the towel in her fingers. Slowly, trying not to think about it, she pulled it aside, putting herself on display for him.
Sylvan watched as the towel parted and then let out a low groan. “Look how wet you are already, Sophia. Your thighs are already coated with your pussy honey.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispered, feeling a wave of shame.
“Don’t want you to help it.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “Come down, I want to feel all that sweet wetness against me. Against my cock.”
Feeling both awkward and incredibly turned on, Sophia lowered herself until the lips of her pussy were just brushing the straining shaft of his cock. Leaning forward, she braced herself on his rock hard abdomen and began a slow, up and down sliding motion.
Sylvan growled with approval. “Very good, Talana, but you’re not going far enough. You need to come all the way down. I need the maximum possible contact with you.”
“You…you mean…?” Sophie looked at him.
He nodded. “I mean you need to spread yourself open around me. Let my cock part your pussy lips and really press against you. Pretend…” He cleared his throat. “Pretend you’re trying to make yourself come.”
“But what if…what if I do come? Won’t that make my scent even stronger?” she protested.
“Not as long as you’re rubbing against me while you do,” he assured her. “My mating scent will mask your sweet fragrance, make it into something completely different. Now come on, Sophia. Open for me and come down.”
There was nothing else she could do. Reaching between her legs, Sophia parted herself for him, opening her pussy which was embarrassingly slick, and lowered herself completely onto the straining shaft of his cock.
They both groaned at the intimate contact. She could feel him rubbing against the entire length of her pussy now, pressing directly against her clit which was already swollen and oversensitive from her earlier orgasm in the shower. The sensation was so intense that Sophie had to just sit there for a moment, her legs trembling with tension, before she could go on.
She still held the towel to one side and she stared, mesmerized, at the erotic sight between her legs. She could see herself pressing against him, spread out around him, with just the broad head of his cock thrusting out between them, pressed against his hard belly. It seemed almost to throb with need and for a brief instant, Sophie allowed herself to imagine what it would feel like to reach down and fit it against her entrance, to feel him pressing not against her but into her, filling her completely with the long, hard shaft she could feel between her pussy lips. Would it really be so bad, so frightening? Maybe not if she could be in charge the way she was now…
Sylvan broke her train of thought by shifting under her. He thrust up with his hips so that the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against her. Sophie gasped and threw back her head as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. “Oh!” she moaned. “Oh, Sylvan…”
The use of his name seemed to do something to the big warrior. He thrust up again and then again. “That’s right, Talana,” he growled as he moved against her. “Rub yourself against me. Ride my cock.”
There was nothing else Sophie could do. She tried to hang on to him, bracing herself against his tense abdomen, but soon she found it was better and easier if she leaned back instead. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs, she arched her back and opened herself in a way she never would have believed was possible, as Sylvan moved against her again and again.
Sophie heard herself moaning his name as he pressed against her clit, sliding and grinding against her in a way that sent electric bolts of pleasure through her entire body. The rhythmic motions dislodged her towel and before she could grab it, the damp piece of terrycloth slithered away, falling off her body and over the side of the bed.
“Oh God!” Sophie froze, suddenly incredibly aware of her own nakedness. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a compromising position and while she didn’t hate her body, she didn’t exactly love it either. Not enough to show it off so blatantly, anyway. But when she started to dismount and reach for the towel, a low sound from Sylvan stopped her.
“No. Please.” His eyes—thin rings of ice blue surrounding crimson pupils—were locked on her naked body and there was a look of pure hunger on his face. “Please,” he said again, looking up to meet her gaze. “Once we reach the ship I’ll never get to see you or touch you again. Please, Talana, let me drink in your beauty. Let me look at you.”
The way he was looking at her made her blush all over but at the same time, she suddenly felt incredibly desirable and powerful. Here she was, straddling a massive warrior, strong enough to break the bed in half or kill her with his bare hands. Yet with all his power, he was helpless before her…under her. And the way he was looking at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the whole world. To him, I am, she realized as she watched him look at her. He doesn’t want anyone else. Just me.
Years of shyness and body sensitivity suddenly seemed to fall away from her. Suddenly Sophie felt completely and utterly gorgeous. A goddess. Though she would never in a million years have thought herself capable of such blatant sexuality, she gave him what he wanted.
She stopped trying to cover herself, stopped trying to hide her body. Instead she thrust out her breasts proudly and spread her legs, letting him see her completely in all her naked glory. And instead of waiting for Sylvan to thrust against her again, she began to move against him.
“Gods,” he whispered hoarsely as she braced herself on his thighs and pressed forward in a long, slow slide. “You’re so beautiful, Sophia. So beautiful when you open yourself for me, when you rub your hot little pussy against my cock.”
“You like it?” Sophia heard herself asking. “Like how it feels when I press against you like this?” God, what’s wrong with me? I’m talking like a porn star! But she couldn’t seem to stop. “I like it too,” she told him when he muttered a hoarse assent. “I…I like the way you feel against me. Even though I still don’t think you could, uh, you know, fit inside me.”
“You would open to receive me,” Sylvan assured her as he watched, apparently mesmerized by the sight of her hot, open sex gliding against his cock. “You would be wet enough to take me all the way inside. And I would fill
you slowly, I swear, Talana. I would make sure you had pleasure and no pain.”
Sophie wasn’t at all sure that would be possible. To her way of thinking it didn’t matter how wet she got, he was just too damn huge. Well, thank goodness I don’t have to worry about that now. It’s enough just to rub against him, I guess. But for how long?
She wanted to ask but she was halfway afraid he would tell her it was all right to stop. And she really didn’t want to. Her nipples were hard and her muscles were tight with pleasurable tension. In the pit of her belly she felt like someone was winding a wire tighter and tighter. A wire that might snap any moment. All she needed to make that happen was to rub against him just a little bit more, just a little bit harder…
Sylvan must have sensed how close to the edge she was. Ever since her towel had fallen off he’d been holding himself perfectly still and letting her work herself against him. Now he joined her rhythm, pressing up when she pressed down, increasing the delicious friction between them until it was ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more intense.
“Ah!” Sophie gasped as she felt the wire in her belly wind tighter and tighter. “God, Sylvan…so close…I’m so close…”
“Come, then.” His voice was a low growl of desire and every muscle in his big body was bunched with tension as he thrust up against her. “Let me feel you coming against me, Sophia. Let me watch the look on your face when you come on my cock.”
His hot words and the way he was looking at her were too much. With a ragged gasp, Sophie felt the tension reach its breaking point inside her—finally, the wire snapped. Crying his name, she pressed down against him hard, letting herself go completely.
The orgasm seemed to shake her to her very foundation. She felt like she was trembling all over, as though she’d been hit with some kind of sexual earthquake. Oh God, so good…so good.
The entire time she came, Sylvan watched her with that hungry look in his eyes. It was as though he was trying to soak up the experience, to record it in his brain and save it for later, so that he would always remember her just as she was at that moment.
“Beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely when the waves of pleasure finally receded, leaving her feeling limp and sated. “Gods you’re so incredibly beautiful when you come, Talana.”
“What…what does that mean?” Sophia asked softly, still trying to catch her breath. “I know you started to tell me the other night but I think I fell asleep before you could finish. What is ‘talana?’”
Sylvan looked away, the lust on his strong features abruptly replaced by sadness. “It’s just an endearment. Like ‘sweetheart,’ I suppose. Or I think I have heard some human males calling their females ‘baby.’ Although why human women want to be compared to an infant I don’t understand.”
“Oh.” Sophie had an idea he wasn’t telling her the whole truth but now didn’t seem to be the time to ask for a more detailed explanation. Besides, now that her passion had passed, she was beginning to feel embarrassed again. And very, very exposed.
But there was still the little matter of Sylvan’s satisfaction. Though she had come, he had not. He was still hard and throbbing under her and it didn’t seem right or…polite somehow to leave him in such a state when she had gotten such an Earth shattering orgasm out of the marking. Before she could say anything, however, Sylvan was already tugging at the black leather belt that bound his wrists.
“You’ve been marked well enough now. It’s time we stopped.”
“But…but…” Sophia frowned. “You didn’t, uh, you know…”
“I don’t need to,” he said shortly. “I don’t have to come in order to successfully mark you. Having you against me is enough.”
“But it doesn’t seem fair,” Sophie said stubbornly. She could feel her cheeks getting hot again but she was determined not to leave him hanging as she had the night before. “I mean, you, uh, you’ve given me pleasure twice but you got nothing for yourself.”
His eyes blazed and he looked at her intently. “Do you truly care about my satisfaction?”
“Of course I do,” Sophie protested. “I mean, I know I didn’t, uh, do anything about it last night and I feel really bad about that. So, I mean, is there…is there anything you want me to do to, uh, help you along? Maybe I could…could touch you…?” She was already reaching between them to grasp his thick shaft but Sylvan shook his head.
“No, not that way. As much as I would love to feel your soft little hand wrapped around my cock, there is something I want more.”
“What?” Sophie whispered, her mouth suddenly dry. “I, uh, have to warn you though that I have even less experience giving oral sex than I do receiving it. I’ll try, though.”
Sylvan smiled. “I don’t want you to take me in your mouth. Just the opposite, in fact.”
“You want to…want to…taste me again?” she asked hesitantly.
Sylvan nodded. “More than anything.”
“I don’t know,” she said, eyeing his fully extended fangs. “I, uh, thought you said you couldn’t help biting me if you did that.”
“Only if you come while I’m tasting you. And since you just finished a moment ago that should be no problem.”
“Oh…Okay.” Sophie nodded but made no move to go to the head of the bed. Somehow she just couldn’t stop looking at his double set of razor sharp fangs. Could she ask him to pull them in again? To retract them or whatever it was he did to make them go away? But he’d said earlier that he couldn’t always do that, not even for her. Did she dare let him get so close to her, to such a tender, intimate area, with them out?
“Please, Sophia,” he said in a low voice, breaking into her train of thought. “I swear not to hurt you. I just want to taste you once more before…”
“Before we get back to the ship and all this is over,” she finished for him. “I understand.”
“Just let me clean the honey off your thighs,” he murmured. “You don’t have to let me put my tongue inside you if you’re afraid.”
Sophie lifted her chin. “I’m not afraid of you, Sylvan. And…I trust you, really I do. I just…don’t quite know how to…how to get into the right position.”
“Straddle my face.” His eyes were half-lidded and his voice was deep with need. “Put your knees on either side of my head and lower yourself down. Just like you did to press yourself against my shaft.”
“You’re sure this is what you want?” Sophie couldn’t help feeling self-conscious as she moved to get into the position he’d described.
“Gods, yes.” The eagerness in his face couldn’t be faked. “To taste your sweet juices again. To give you pleasure and feel you quiver against me…it’s all I want. All I could ever want.”
Sophie felt something in her heart clench at his words. What would it be like to have him in her life on more than a temporary basis? To know that she was loved so much, cared for so deeply? She knew it would all be over the minute they reached the Mother ship but she couldn’t say no to his request—or to the longing and heat in his eyes.
Slowly, hesitantly, she positioned her knees on either side of his head and lowered herself down. Despite her words and his promises, she’d been halfway expecting to feel the sharp prick of his fangs in her inner thigh the moment they made contact. But all she could feel was the velvety-hot caress of his tongue against her flesh. Just as he had promised, Sylvan was cleaning her juices away from her thighs, using long, slow strokes that made her tingle and set a fire between her legs.
All too soon her thighs were clean and she heard him call her name. She sat back a little so that she could look down at him and saw the longing in his eyes again. “Sophia,” he murmured. “Will you trust me to taste you? To spread your pussy with my tongue and taste your honey from the source one last time?”
“Oh Sylvan…” His fangs were still out and his eyes were still red but somehow she didn’t fear him anymore. It might have been the fact that he was still bound to the headboard, so she still felt in control of the
situation. Or it might have been the melting honesty in his burning eyes. But for whatever reason, she wanted to give him what he needed. Wanted to give him herself any way she could.
“Please,” he murmured and Sophie could deny him no longer.
“Yes,” she whispered. Gripping the top of the headboard tightly, she lowered herself again until she was pressing against his mouth.
And then she felt his tongue.
He parted her pussy lips with a long, slow, sensuous lick that started at her entrance and traveled all the way up to her clit. Sophie was still sensitive from her recent orgasm but Sylvan seemed to know that. He didn’t poke or prod her with the tip of his tongue or try to suck the small swollen bud into his mouth. Instead he flattened his tongue and pressed it against her, giving Sophie the option of how much she wanted to move—if she wanted to move at all.
To Sophie’s delight, it felt incredibly good. His warm, wet tongue seemed to be pressing against her everywhere at once and she couldn’t feel the sharp points of his fangs at all. All she felt, in fact, was pleasure and his hot breath against her open pussy.
Hesitantly, still not sure if she ought to be doing this, Sophie began to move. It was a small motion at first, just a slight thrust of her pelvis. But the velvet friction of his tongue against her naked, sensitive pussy made her do it again…and then again and again.
Before she knew it she was actively riding him, rubbing against his tongue the way she’d rubbed against his cock earlier. Giving him what he’d begged for so sweetly as her pleasure built again.
Her eager submission to his request seemed to be too much for Sylvan. For a long moment he held perfectly still, seemingly content to let her press against him and take her pleasure. Then Sophie heard a low ripping noise. What the…? Her eyes had been closed tight in concentration. Now she opened them just in time to see the thick black belt shredding away from his wrists. He tore through the tough leather as easily as Sophia would have shredded tissue paper. The moment he was free he gripped her hips and pulled her even closer.
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