by CJ England
“Don’t come yet,” he muttered against her ear. “You have to wait till I give you permission.”
Her shudder was his only answer.
They drifted into the light, and Milcham nodded to the ride jock. “Send us again,” he ordered hoarsely as he bent his head back to Aithne’s sweet lips. “We haven’t finished our ride yet.” They both ignored the man’s grin as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Milcham,” she whispered as they headed back into the dark. “What are you doing?”
“Loving you, Assai,” he answered. He continued to kiss her as they made their way again through the garishly lit tunnel. His hand came up to cover her breast and she arched into him with another moan. In answer, he flicked the switch on the remote to a faster speed, watching her tremble slightly, before she grabbed at his hand.
“Please, Milcham,” she whimpered. “I can’t…I can’t take much more.”
He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Oh, but you will. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His teeth nipped at her lower lip, making her jump.
“Punished?” she gasped, her hips undulating against the vibrations on her clit.
His hand moved from her breast to between her legs, cupping the vibrator against her tightly. “I will punish you with such pleasure you won’t be able to stand up, he whispered in her ear. “What I will do, you cannot imagine. So don’t come, Aithne. Don’t come.”
His words were meant to inflame. To send her over the edge into oblivion. Between them and the vibrations against her clit, she couldn’t stand any more. The heat inside her that had started with her pleasuring Milcham coiled tighter and tighter until it did explode. His mouth swallowed her screams, his hand held her down as she shattered, letting her convulse again and again, until she was a limp puddle in his arms.
She drew a ragged breath, when he released her mouth. He chuckled and turned off the vibrator, but instead of removing it, he reached down and very gently pushed it inside her sensitive quim.
Aithne cried out as the new sensation set off more tremors inside of her. “Milcham,” she croaked out, her voice hoarse from her climax. “What are you doing?”
He chuckled again and his hand massaged her soft folds. “I’m punishing you, Assai. I’m punishing you.”
Chapter Ten
Aithne stared up at him with dilated eyes. He was going to kill her with this pleasure. “I can’t,” she whispered. “It’s too much.”
“I will be the judge of that,” he said with a touch of his old arrogance. Gently, he smoothed down her skirt and pulled her to him. “Is it uncomfortable?”
She could feel the bullet inside her, cool and smooth, but it wasn’t painful. “No, but Milcham—”
“Hush, Assai, you have to take your punishment now.”
They rolled into the lights of the carnival. The ride jock grinned. “Another round, boss?”
Milcham shook his head. “I think we will move on to something else now.” He helped the unsteady Aithne from the boat.
Aithne followed him mutely, wondering how the evening had been wrenched from her control. She wasn’t unwilling. In fact the opposite was true. It was just no matter how she tried, Milcham was too alpha of a male to give up control for long.
He put his arm around her, nuzzling her neck. “Are you alright?”
She chuckled weakly. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Now you know how I felt on the ‘Ferris Wheel’.”
She leaned against him. “So do you know where we are going next?”
He grinned down at her. “I have a few ideas.”
The next few hours were the strangest and most achingly pleasurable of Aithne’s life. Milcham was determined to bring her to the brink as many times as possible, yet he never allowed her the full release. Her lips were almost bitten though, trying to control herself.
He took her on the ‘Tilt-a-Whirl’ and they swirled and kissed and laughed. Just when she’d almost forgotten about the bullet, he turned it on, making her screech with surprise and him roar with laughter. The movement of the ride and the vibration in her quim brought her quickly to the edge, but just before she could find satisfaction, he turned it off, chuckling at her heartfelt groan.
Next he dragged her to the ‘Octopus’, where each time they would sink sharply to the ground, he’d turn the device on, whispering that that’s how it would feel when he drove deep inside her. His words, as well as the device made her tremble.
Then it was off to the ‘Zipper’, where Aithne balked, until he promised not to make her go upside down. But once they were air born and the toy was vibrating deep inside her body, she didn’t care about the ride. All she wanted was to come and come hard. When he turned it off, she almost wept.
She had a break when they rode the ‘YoYo Swing’. This was a ride that had a chair suspended from chains that spun around in a circle. Since they were individual chairs, Milcham couldn’t keep close enough to make the vibrator work. But he made up for it on the next ride.
‘The Carousel’. One of the most gentle and placid of rides at a carnival, Milcham turned it into an instrument of delicious torture. He smilingly helped Aithne onto a horse, and then climbed on the one next to her. At first it was just a normal ride, but then after a while, each time the horse would begin its downward motion, he would turn on the vibrator. The motion of the horse between her legs and the tickling sensations inside her was almost more than she could stand. By the time the ride was over, she was wild with need and could barely walk.
One look at her and Milcham knew he had to end it now. Her face was covered in a sheen of perspiration and her eyes were dilated so much you could barely see the green.
He pulled her into the ‘Round Up’. A ride that uses G-forces to spin you so fast, when the bottom of the ride dropped out, you stay in place. He stayed next to her, watching her closely and waited until the ride was at its zenith, before turning the silver bullet back on.
He knew the second she was going over the edge. The G-force held them in place, but he forced his mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Assai. Now! And here…you can scream all you want!”
She did, her orgasm ripping through her with such strength she screamed his name over and over again. She convulsed against the wall, her face taut with pleasure. Because she couldn’t move, it was if she was being restrained, adding to her enjoyment. It went on and on for as long as the ride lasted. Then, when it slowed, he turned the toy off and caught her in his arms before she fell into a heap on the ground.
She was so shaky, he had to carry her out, but everyone who saw them thought it was the ride that had done her in.
His own need beat at him as he carried her over to a nearby bench and sat down with her in his lap. He kissed her gently. “Did you enjoy your punishment, Aithne?”
She groaned and bit his chin, none to gently. “You know I did. But you enjoyed that a little too much!”
His eyes flared at her bite. “Ahhh, don’t you understand watching you was as pleasurable for me, as it was for you?”
She shifted, feeling the rock hard erection he still sported. “I guess we should take care of that.”
Milcham smiled. “Should I carry you back to our trailer? Or did you have another adventure planned for us?”
She giggled, getting some of her strength back. “I’ve heard about having sex on a roller coaster,” she offered. “I’m game if you are.”
His body heated quickly. “Too many people, Assai,” he answered hoarsely. “But someday…I promise you.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Then it’s your choice.”
He thought quickly. Where else could they make love without having too many prying eyes? He wanted to bury himself deep within her body. Feel her writhing beneath him. His eyes swept over the sparkling lights of his carnival. Then he smiled.
“I have the perfect place.”
—
“This next ride will be a private one,” Milcham informed the ride monke
y that stood below ‘The Rocketship’. It was an attraction that used a long rocket shaped car that lifted into the air and spun and dipped. “Take us high, and keep it at a low speed. We want to look at the lights of the carnival.”
The man grinned as he cast an amused glance at Aithne. “Y’all having a good time, tonight?”
She giggled, completely at ease with herself and Milcham. “It’s been fabulous, Timmy.”
He grinned shyly. “Good. The boss works too hard. You’re good for him. He needs to have some fun.”
“I’m standing right here,” Milcham grumbled.
Timmy chuckled and opened the door to the ride. “Here you go, sir. I’ll keep it going until you wave it down.
Milcham followed Aithne into the narrow car. “Looks like an oversized bullet,” he muttered with a grin.
She giggled and sat down on the bench. “I have to take my bullet out.”
He straddled the seat and pulled her into his arms as the door closed behind him. “No!” He leaned in close. “It will be my pleasure to do it for you.”
Her eyes widened and then she gasped as his hand moved up her leg in a familiar tickling motion. “Again? I don’t think I can…”
His eyes heated. “This time, we will do it together.” His mouth crushed down on hers as the rocket shot off the ground.
Aithne was pressed back into the seat with Milcham’s big body on top of hers. His lips slanted over hers in an almost desperate kiss. The kiss was deep and carnal and so very possessive, she moaned aloud. Suddenly, she was as frantic for him, as he was for her.
Her arms wrapped around him as she twisted her hands in his long hair, pulling him even closer to her. His heartfelt groan fanned the fire within her. Their tongues danced and tasted and fought for supremacy, but neither one would give in.
Milcham could feel the change in her. From purring kitten to raging tigress, his already over-stimulated body could barely take it when her hands moved from his hair to his ass, pulling his throbbing cock into the “V” of her thighs.
He groaned and felt his control slip. With a quick flick of his fingers, he had her skirt undone. He tossed it onto the floor and her sodden panties were next. He continued his assault on her sweet mouth as he toed off both their shoes.
He had to stop kissing her for a moment, to get his own jeans off, but soon they joined her clothes in the heap and his mouth was moving voraciously over hers again.
Shirts were next and within just a few seconds, they were both completely naked. He ran his hand up her curved waist to a plump breast. “You have me so hot,” he murmured against her kiss swollen lips. “Lying here, knowing we are fifty feet off the ground, with people all staring at us. And soon I am going to be deep inside you making you scream again.”
She gasped and moved under him. “Milcham…make love to me, please. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Her breathy voice made him go even harder. Shakily, his hand made its way back down her body. Very gently, he caressed her until her legs spread of their own volition and she moaned again. His finger pinched her clit and she cried out, her nipples contracting with the erotic sensation.
“Let me get this out of our way,” he murmured soothingly. Careful not to hurt her, he reached in her already dripping channel and pulled out the little toy. She gasped again and clenched down on his fingers.
He groaned and tossed the vibrator on the pile of clothes. Almost roughly, he kneed her legs further apart. “I have wanted to fuck you since I got your note,” he growled in her ear. “Hold on, Assai, this time I won’t stop until we are both flying into the sun.”
With one thrust of his hard muscular body, he buried himself, balls deep in her heat. They both cried out at the utter rightness and pleasure that enveloped them. There was no hesitation, no stopping. Milcham clutched her tightly to him and started to pound into her. Her legs wrapped around his plunging hips, making their contact even more dramatic and he could barely take the extra sensation.
Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued his thrusts, feeling the sweet, slick clutching of her body as she moved with him. Her nails raked at his shoulders and he moaned as the sensual pain added to his enjoyment. He could feel himself getting closer and closer and desperately tried to hold on until she could join him.
Aithne was lost in a bubble of heat and sensation. It was like the rocket ship was a cocoon of sensual delight and Milcham and she were all that was important in the world. His body, so hard and strong kept moving in and out of her, massaging her hyper-sensitive nerve endings until she wanted to scream from the pleasure-pain of it.
When he reached down to hold her even closer to him, she could feel his penis swelling deep inside of her. The awareness sent shock waves of feeling roaring through her and without warning, her climax hit her so fast and hard, she could barely take a breath to scream.
She came apart in his arms like a wild thing, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her spasms sent him into his own orgasm, and with a roar, he poured himself into her. His body continued to move as he shuddered above her, until finally he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving and his heart pounding.
They both lay still, feeling somewhat like shipwreck victims washed up on shore. ‘The Rocketship’ whirled lazily in a circle, giving a surreal feeling to their afterglow.
Finally, Milcham moved, turning them so Aithne lay sprawled over the top of him, her head on his chest. Reaching down, he grabbed his shirt and spread it across her body to give her some warmth. He held her tightly, as his lips caressed her hair. Gently, he stroked her back as he fought back the overwhelming emotion that threatened him.
“Sto cadendo nell'amore con voi il mio prezioso,” he whispered softly, unable to keep it in any longer. I am falling in love with you, my precious one.
She yawned and rubbed her cheek against his chest. “What does that mean?”
Closing his eyes, he sighed. He couldn’t tell her his feelings. It wouldn’t be fair. He’d be leaving soon. He bent and kissed her forehead. “It means that…the feelings you give me are wonderful.”
She smiled and cuddled closer. “It was the most wonderful night of my life. Thank you for being with me.”
His jaw clenched as he pulled her closer. “There is nowhere else, I would rather be.”
The motion of the ride lulled them gently, and after a few minutes, Milcham knew by her soft even breathing and relaxed body that Aithne had fallen asleep. Smiling, he closed his own eyes. He’d rest for a moment and then wave down to Timmy. Then he’d take his sweet woman home with him and hold her throughout the night.
His stomach clenched. How many more nights would he have with her? Time was slipping away from him and for the first time in almost a thousand years, he didn’t look forward to returning to his walled city and renewing fire. Because when he did…he’d lose Aithne…forever.
—
He awoke to the sounds and smells of bacon frying. Rolling over on his side, he blinked his eyes. Aithne stood at the stove in his shirt, humming quietly to herself. For a long moment, he just looked at the picture she made, his heart racing.
This was how he wanted to wake up every morning. The realization poured through him with the strength of a rushing river. So fast and achingly certain.
He wasn’t falling anymore. He’d fallen. He loved her. Had loved her from the very beginning, though he fought against it. And why had he fought so hard? He shook his head. Because she wasn’t what he’d expected.
He’d looked for a mate like he’d interview a new employee. He had a list of qualifications and if the woman didn’t make the cut, he might enjoy her as a bed partner, but that was as far as it went.
What he should have done, was what Yahweh had advised him to do right from the beginning. He was to seek not with his mind, but with his heart. To find a woman he could love. Not for just a moment, but for eternity.
Was Aithne that woman? She was strong, and smart, beautiful and caring. She was loyal to her friends and h
er family, she worked hard to be independent, yet she didn’t mind too much when he acted the caveman. And she was adventurous…in and out of bed. Milcham had been human long enough to appreciate that.
But was she his true soulmate? He had to be sure. And until he was, he couldn’t share his feelings with her. Though he was afraid now, that each time he looked at her, each time he kissed her sweet lips, he told her the truth whether he wanted to or not.
The scent of coffee wafted under his nose and his nostrils twitched. He took a deep breath and glancing up, saw the object of his thoughts standing before him, holding a coffee cup.
“Good morning,” she said, her cheeks a pretty pink.
He chuckled. No matter how many times they were together, she still was shy around him. He looked at the cup. “Is that for me?”
She sat down beside him. “If you’re a good boy.”
Grinning, he pulled her carefully against his chest. “And how do I show you if I’m a good boy?”
Her eyebrow went up. “How about a good morning kiss, before you steal my coffee.”
He pulled her head down to his and brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Good morning.”
“Well,” she huffed in an amused tone. “If that’s all you got.”
Milcham narrowed his eyes, and plucking the cup out of her hand, set it on the counter. In a single motion, he rolled her back beneath him on the bed. “Then let me try again.”
Aithne’s laugh was smothered by his kiss. It was deep and long, but filled more with tenderness than the lust she was used to receiving from this man. Granted, his cock twitched between her legs, but it was what she sensed in his kiss that warmed her. For the first time, she felt him kissing her with something more than just his body.
When he lifted his head, their eyes met and she knew something had changed. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek. “Are you okay? You seem…different.”
He stiffened slightly then calmed. “I am…just very relaxed. It was an enjoyable night.”
She caressed his bristly cheek. “The best.”
With a grin he rubbed his morning beard gently across her soft cleavage. She squealed and grabbed at his hair to pull him off of her. “What’s that for,” she giggled.