by Shae Mills
Fremma immediately tasted her lips and moaned as she responded by offering her tongue to him. He savored her as his hand traced the curve of her exposed hip. His respiration increased, and his body ached as he thought of plunging his fingers into her ready moistness. But he penetrated her sensuous mouth with his tongue instead, struggling for dominion over his straining manhood. In a final act of desperation, he withdrew from her. "We must get some rest," he rasped.
Chelan looked up at him in bewilderment, not sure she wanted him to stop. But she was too shy to express her need, and she closed her eyes as she forcefully attempted to deny her body's powerful urges. She reached for her gown that lay pooled around her hips and tugged it up around her.
Fremma nodded at the gown as he straightened and laid her down among the pillows. "You'll probably want to dispense with that. You're only going to get tangled in it." He drew the sheet over her, followed by the quilt. Satisfied that she would be warm, he, too, slipped beneath the sheet. He lay quietly on his back and closed his eyes.
Chelan tried to remain motionless, her body quaking with indisputable arousal. Her mind began to trace over his patient and tender actions. It was strange to be able to be so intimate with a man with no fear of force or confrontation. Now, she had been totally exposed to both Dar and Fremma, caressed by them, nurtured by them, and yet never once had they pushed her or made her feel uncomfortable or guilty about her self-imposed limits. She could truly be free around them emotionally and physically with no fear of chastisement or any threat of violation. Their respect of her body space was absolute and unconditional.
Chelan stared at Fremma and blinked back tears of love. For the first time in her life she was feeling at ease with herself. The two gentle giants were supporting and encouraging her growth, and nourishing her newly awakening feelings. She loved them both with all her heart, and soon, she hoped that she could love them with her body.
She reached for the top of her gown and slid it from herself, trying as hard as she could to be as still as possible. Then she drew it out and let it drop soundlessly to the floor. Slowly, she shuffled over to him, nestling into his powerful bronze shoulder. His arms accepted her immediately and he kissed her gently on the head, hugging her close. Chelan closed her eyes and she fell swiftly into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Chapter 31
Chelan awoke, a warm serenity still with her from her night with Fremma. She drew her knees up and hugged them dreamily. The large quilt comforted her against the chill of the room's quiet air, and she closed her eyes. She loved the gentle way he cared for her, and she appreciated his patience and understanding. He never once criticized her for her strange and sometimes irrational alien ways.
All three men were cut from the same bizarre, dichotomous fabric, born and bred to kill foremost, yet trained to love and caress just as effectively. Chelan squirmed as she wondered if they ever used their sexual prowess to trap a victim, or if it was strictly used honestly for their own kind.
Chelan's eyes suddenly popped open, and her body quivered to a totally unexpected touch from Fremma. He slid his hand over her slim, hard waist, resting his palm on her abdomen. Chelan took a deep breath, attempting to recover both from the surprise and from his sensual touch. But before she could move, she felt him edge over to her, pressing into her body as his lips moved to her slender neck. He took her lightly with his teeth, his tongue caressing her trapped flesh. "Fremma," she whispered as she shut her eyes, her body tingling from head to toe.
"Uh-huh," came his deep, mellow voice.
She rolled onto her back. "I had no idea that you would still be here."
"I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be on my day off," he said softly.
"Day off," she repeated quietly. "I didn't know that you had such a thing."
"I have them when time allows. And besides, I wasn't going to let you start your day without a little attention paid to some overworked muscles."
Chelan smiled. "You must have been lying here for a long time."
"Actually, no," he replied dreamily. "I have not slept for nearly two weeks, so a full eight Earth hours, especially spent next to you, was a very welcome event." His voice trailed off as he closed his eyes and took her lips, his tongue exploring her tenderly as his hand stroked her trim abdomen.
Chelan could not help but respond. She raised her arm up slowly, her fingers running the length of his long, thick hair. He pulled back from her and moved his hand from her body to her face, his fingers barely touching her skin as he traced her jaw line and brushed her delicate lips.
Chelan glanced down and noticed that only she was covered with the plush quilt; the thin white sheet alone was draping him. It was as she expected, for she knew that Iceaneans did not tolerate much heat.
"Ready?" he said unexpectedly.
"For what?"
"For your therapy."
Chelan flinched as he sat up. He let the sheet fall from him as he slid off the bed and reached for something under it. She rolled onto her stomach, resigned to her fate. She turned her head away from him and tried to relax. She felt him return to her side as he stripped away the quilt and lowered the sheet to her waist. His hands began to work on her shoulder, but his touch was moist. "What's that?"
"It's an ointment to help your muscles heal. There's no anesthetic in this, though. I don't want you numbed. I want you to be able to feel it if you begin to strain your muscles again. And taking care of your tendons is even more imperative."
Chelan nodded, and he continued his massage. After a time, when he had completed both arms and shoulders, he straightened. "Okay, over you go."
Chelan tried to quell her jitters. She closed her eyes and rolled over, a pit of uncontrollable nervousness welling up in her stomach despite her best efforts. She could not look at him as his hands began to flow over her neck and collarbones. Slowly, his fingers began their journey down her chest, kneading her muscles gently. She took a deep and shaky breath.
Then suddenly, he stopped. She exhaled sharply and glanced up at him. She watched as he replaced the top on the ointment and again slipped off the bed, placing the cream beneath it. Chelan drew the sheet over her, closing her eyes momentarily against her conflicting feelings.
She felt him slide back into bed next to her, and then he was still. She turned and looked at him. He lay on his back, propped up by the pillows, his hands supporting his neck, his eyes closed. She watched his powerful chest rise and fall to his slow, rhythmic breathing. Her gaze traversed his hard abdominals, and her skin warmed. His far leg was drawn up, and her vision traced his smooth, strong thigh. She held her breath. The thin white sheet was draped over his extended leg and covered his lower abdomen. A stirring vibration hummed throughout her body as she looked at the large, soft mound that was his manhood, barely concealed by the fine white fabric.
Chelan shut her eyes and let her breath out slowly as she felt the now-familiar flow of warm moisture coat her inner folds. She lay quietly for a time, her mind racing, her body aching. She thought of his gentleness, his patience, and his obvious concern and consideration for her. And most of all, she thought about his obsession with pleasing her.
Finally, she pushed herself up to him, and his eyes opened at her advance. She raised herself up onto her elbow, her hand hugging the sheet to her as she looked into his serene face. "Thank you," she said quietly as she stretched for his lips with hers.
Fremma reached for her head and stroked her long hair as it cascaded over her svelte shoulders. He withdrew from her sensual kiss and looked deeply into her brown eyes. "You're so welcome," he whispered.
Chelan looked down at his chest as her fingers began tracing small circles over his bronze flesh. Her brow furrowed as she struggled for words. "You know that something happened to me in my past..." she began. She glanced up at him.
His eyes were intense yet warm. He simply nodded, his fingers continuing to feather over her skin.
Chelan looked back at his chest. "I don't want to talk about
it even though I know I should." She took a moment to compose herself and then continued. "I must seem such a mess to you, and to Dar, and I guess I am, but..." She hesitated again. Then she pinked. "I know I should be able to be free to do everything with you, but..."
Fremma tilted her face up and looked deep in her troubled eyes. "I know you were raped. I know you would have preferred to be with Korba alone. I know both those things weigh heavily on you. But you also know I will not take what is not freely given and what is not desired by you. And you know I would never insist on anything. I will always support you and your decisions. I will encourage you to take steps, physical and emotional, but I will never push beyond what I feel you can handle. I never want you to feel threatened or guilty."
Chelan gave him a small smile and then looked away. "I've always been afraid to be intimate with anyone. I was sure that they would figure out what had happened... they would know somehow and confront me." She glanced at him. "I thought maybe I had been ruined physically somehow, and I didn't want to have to explain."
Fremma's fingers traced along her jaw. "And now?"
Chelan shrugged. "I've never been to a doctor about that specifically. I mean, I've seen pictures of other women, and I know I'm okay, but deeper inside..."
Fremma retained his calm façade for her sake, but on the internally he was roiling. "Do you want to see Stose?"
Chelan recoiled. "No!" She closed her eyes and tried to regain her control. She licked her dry lips. "I'm just trying to explain something." She finally looked back at him. "I want to be with you, I want to touch you. I want to learn everything about you and your body. And I want to be touched by you, it's just that..."
She looked away again, and Fremma remained very still, giving her the time she needed. Finally she spoke again. "It's just that I don't want to tease you. I don't want you to feel cheated. I want to do all those things and feel all those things, but I don't want to be touched... there."
"I would never do anything that you were not comfortable with, Chelan," he whispered. "And we can share so much in so many other ways. To give and receive pleasure in whatever form it takes is never a bad thing. I would not feel cheated or teased to share with you what you are willing."
His thumb traced over her lips. "I am in no way diminishing your fears by saying this, but I doubt you were maimed, unless there is something in your memory that indicates otherwise. But regardless, it will always be your call when you are ready to find out, medically or otherwise. You know that, right?"
Chelan nodded. Then she watched as a small grin traversed his handsome face, and she couldn't help smiling back. "What?" she queried.
"There is nothing on the face of my world you could do to me to leave me unsatisfied. I am happy just to lie with you, to share our knowledge and interests. But I am not above teasing, tantalizing, and tempting you. I will show no mercy," and he chuckled.
Chelan laughed and then turned bright red. "You are a scoundrel, you know."
Fremma laughed. "Always!" Then he became serious, his hand sliding behind her neck and drawing her into him.
Chelan melted to him. She released the sheet and ran her hand over his chest, her lips taking his as she began to taste him with her tongue. His soft, deep moan instantly sent a wave of heat throughout her being.
With a powerfully fluid motion, he supported her as he turned her onto her back, his mouth still engaged to hers. His next motion was sure and deliberate, not allowing her time to second guess anything as his hand surrounded her breast. Chelan's fingers dug into his shoulders, but she did not push him away. She released his mouth and arched to him. Quickly, his lips seized her erect nipple, and she cried out, his liquid caress sending her beyond ecstasy.
Fremma grappled for the constraint that he nearly lost at her verbal acceptance of his touch. He was beside himself. He had long awaited this moment, his opportunity to explore and fondle her while at the same time pleasing her. His hand worked her skin gently as his tongue relished her.
Chelan clutched at his hair, pressing him into her softness. He responded immediately by taking as much of her fullness as he could. He began to suckle her flesh delicately, his fingers kneading, exploring, teasing.
Chelan's eyes flew open as the feelings coursing through her body intensified to heights she had never dreamed existed. His sucking forced more warmth to flow between her legs, and she arched her back again, drawing her knees up.
Fremma suddenly released her, his body igniting like never before. He closed his eyes and drew his chin to his chest. He struggled desperately to maintain his flaccid state, not wanting to scare her with the extent of his arousal. After a moment, he turned back to her and looked down at her petal-soft skin. His fingers skimmed over her large breasts, causing a flush of pink to surge over her body. Slowly, he raised himself up and looked into her face, her alien beauty glistening with moisture, her doe eyes glazed. Fremma's whole body burned as he hungered for her, and he shuddered with anticipation.
His hands continued to manipulate her full softness, but now his touch intensified. He took her swollen nipple in his mouth again and drew upon her hard, forcing blood to the surface and electrifying her nerves. Then he switched to her other breast, repeating his exquisite, oral torture.
Chelan gasped, every fiber in her body clenching. Fremma withdrew and took her nipples in his fingers. He watched her face carefully for signs of pain as he began squeezing her, pulling and twisting her hardening peaks and increasing his masterful torment, his own body riddled with lust as he watched her writhe.
Chelan was enraptured and shocked at the same time. His expert dominion over her engorged flesh sent delectable tremors to the depths of her pelvis. She cried out again, every part of her soft femininity inflamed with need.
Fremma responded. He slid his leg over her, pushing his knee between her legs and spreading her wide. Then he pressed up against her ripe womanhood with his thigh. She instinctively opened to him, tilting herself along his corded muscles. As her slippery flesh pulsed against him, he took one of her nipples between his teeth and rolled her trapped flesh with his tongue.
Her body exploded. Every muscle she possessed contracted almost violently, her upper body arching off the bed. Her hands clutched his thick hair as waves of ecstasy surged through her again and again.
Fremma began releasing his pressure, his touch becoming tender whispers on her flesh as the finer ripples of her orgasm washed over her. Then he rose from her and watched as her fingers traversed over her skin and found her own fevered flesh.
Fremma withdrew from her completely, allowing her to roll to her side, and she coiled up as final spasms splashed over her moist body. Her fingers slid deeper between her own legs as more contractions swallowed her. Then he wound about her, holding her as she shuddered, the last tendrils of her powerful climax trickling over her.
Chelan panted for air and swallowed hard. "What just happened?" she uttered weakly.
Fremma continued to stroke her satin skin. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing to her ear. "That, my wonderful woman, is making love."
Chelan groaned as she began to uncoil. "But you didn't even touch me... there."
Fremma rolled her to her back and smiled down at her. "Well, not directly. I abided by your request, but I have other ways of reaching into your depths."
Chelan shook her head. "I didn't know—"
Fremma kissed her lips. "Shhh," he whispered. "Just enjoy."
Then Chelan's eyes widened in astonishment as he reached for her hand. He closed his eyes in euphoria as he took each finger into his mouth, tasting and savoring her feminine cream. When he had devoured all her moistness, he slid from her and settled into the pillows.
Chelan took a moment to recover from his libidinous gesture. She looked down at her hand and wondered if he had actually done what he had. Then looking back at him in awe, she curled into him. She slipped her hand over his moist skin and laid her head on his chest, remaining very still while his breathing e
ased.
She licked her lips as another alien appetite suddenly enveloped her. It was time. She rose up and looked intently into his handsome face. "Fremma," she began quietly, "I want... I would like..." She hesitated, realizing that actually forming this particular request was harder than she expected. She let her hair fall over her face in embarrassment.
Fremma stopped breathing. He ran his hand along her back and then lifted her chin to him, his glowing eyes urging her on.
She paused and then peeked at him from under her thick lashes. "I would like to learn how to please you," she whispered.
"You already please me, Chelan."
She bit her lip in exasperation. "But I want you to teach me how to really please you."
Fremma became very still. Chelan squirmed under his scrutiny. She looked down at his chest and summoned all of her courage. "I don't know your body," she began. "I don't know what makes you feel good." Her voice became a whisper. "I want to make you come."
Fremma released the breath he had been holding, but remained mute. He looked down at her, her slight body quivering with trepidation. He held her a long time before speaking. "I would love to teach you, Chelan," he whispered.
He felt her tense muscles instantly relax. He closed his eyes. He knew that what would please him the most would be to take her completely, bringing her to the heights of sexual pleasure as he knew how to do so well. He felt within his heart that she was undamaged physically, but he also realized now, more than ever, that she was not ready. But by letting her explore him, he knew that he was taking her one step closer to submission. He was slowly chipping away at her defenses, searching for the one chink in her armor that would allow him access to her innermost bounty and her innermost soul. And with that access, she would begin to heal completely.
Chelan lay deathly still, afraid to move and too timid to look at the man she had just propositioned. She was beyond nervousness. She did not know where or how to begin, and suddenly, she wished that she had never conveyed her wishes.