RIBUS 7

by Shae Mills

  But Fremma recognized her dilemma. He reached for her chin and raised her face to him. When her eyes finally met his, he kissed her lips tenderly, easing her back to him.

  Chelan responded, closing her eyes and relaxing her body down onto his chest. His fingers traced along her neck, over her shoulder, and down her slender arm to her hand. Still caressing her pretty mouth with his, he slid her palm down his body and over his rippled abdomen. There he let her hand rest as his fingers brushed up her side, gently feathering over her sensitive skin.

  Chelan released his lips and lowered her head to his chest, trying to catch her breath. Her fingers lay on his firm, flat pelvis, just millimeters away from all that he possessed, and her mouth watered. She felt wholly dazed in such a wondrous way.

  Taking her hand in his again, he smoothed his palm over her long, tapered fingers and guided them onto his male softness. He rubbed her hand back and forth over his skin, her long-awaited touch sending currents of electricity throughout his body. He closed his eyes and released her hand. "Just touch me, Chelan," he uttered. "Just touch me."

  Chelan could hardly believe what was happening. She watched as her fingers gently explored him, his velvety skin beckoning to her, his ample maleness rendering her spellbound. She ran her finger down his length, mesmerized by his sexual fullness, his firm thickness, his febrile flesh. Then she moved lower, her hand sliding over his undulating softness. She was awed by his size, his masculine weight, his smooth, supple skin. As she cupped him she felt every fiber in his body contract, and she stopped immediately, biting her lip.

  "It's okay, Chelan. You can touch me. You're not hurting me." He slid his hand to hers once again, pressing her into him, squeezing her fingers over him.

  Chelan's eyes widened. "That doesn't hurt?"

  Fremma groaned. "Oh god, no, Chelan." And he squeezed her hand tighter. Chelan exhaled sharply, well aware that no man on Earth would endure such pressure, but then, Fremma was definitely not of Earth.

  Chelan was enthralled and confused at the same time. Finally, she dared to ask. "You're not hard?"

  Fremma smiled. "For the most part, we can control that state at will. But I have to admit, being with you right now is taxing me to my limit."

  Chelan smiled. "You are so beautifully soft," she whispered.

  Fremma gritted his teeth, the test of his endurance nearly lost. Then he guided her hand lower still. "We have erogenous zones here," and he pressed her fingers in under his heavy fullness. He held her fingers there, directing her touch in small, slow circles. And he groaned again. Then he moved her hand back up to a point at the base of the underside of his penis. "And here," he instructed, as he pushed her into him deeply. He took her fingers through the same small motions, her exacting pressure sending intense aching throb throughout his pelvis and abdomen. And when he finally thought he could endure no more, he wrapped her fingers around his still flaccid penis and slid her hand to his tip. Fremma took in several deep breaths. "The whole head and all the foreskin is full of nerves..." He arched to her touch, writhing. "Ah... so many nerves..." he whispered, and his hand left hers.

  Chelan swallowed hard. She had never touched a man of Earth before, but she knew enough about her men's anatomy to know that what Fremma had just taught her about himself was totally different. He was a powerhouse of sexual energy, and she was going to learn how to manipulate each and every area expertly.

  She continued to fondle him, her fingers caressing every sensitive portion of his flesh, the sight of her own hand touching his most intimate places causing her whole body to ache with need. She was slippery wet, and the thought of having all that he possessed deep inside her nearly forced her to supplicate.

  Fremma closed his eyes as he submerged into a sea of sensation. He didn't have to coach her. Her touch was perfect, in fact, nearly too perfect. Fremma arched his back again and moaned. Her stroke was masterful, her pressure exact, her combined motions unerring, and her caress sent a firestorm burning throughout his body. "God, woman," he gasped.

  Chelan smiled at his response, elated that she could give him such feelings. Quickly, she pushed down farther along him and then rested her head on his abdomen. She felt his hands entangle themselves in her hair as his chest rose and fell rhythmically. She continued to caress him with her touch, her eyes soaking in his maleness with reverence. "You're beautiful," she whispered.

  A guttural purr emanated from deep within his chest, and Chelan smiled. She closed her eyes momentarily, her own rampant desire spurring her on. And before she could change her mind, she raised his soft organ to her mouth and sucked him gently.

  He was absolutely divine. She loved the feel of his sumptuous flesh filling her mouth, and she took in all of him that she could. She savored him, her tongue tasting all of him, every bit of his satin skin delicious. Then she withdrew slightly, her lips surrounding his tip as her tongue swirled over him and around him. She loved his foreskin, and she drew the lush flesh deep into her mouth as her fingers manipulated and squeezed his fullness. He was heaven.

  Fremma had been totally unprepared for her liquid caress, her hot, wet touch nearly dazing him. He moaned deeply, his legs parting farther, his pelvis rising to meet her lips. He clenched his teeth, sure he was about to burst. And just when he thought he could take no more of her sweet torture, Chelan released him. "I want you hard," she breathed.

  Fremma's response was instantaneous as he allowed a rush of blood to spill into his aching organ, his erection pulsing up along his abdomen. Chelan's eyes grew wide as she watched him expand. It was not so much his length that shocked her, but his extreme width. Swallowing hard, she reached for him, her long fingers only curling partway around him, and she shuddered at the thought of him penetrating her... ever.

  Fremma touched her arm, startling her out of her thoughts. As if he'd read her mind, he assured her. "It's okay, Chelan." He shook his head once. "You know I will not take you until you wish it. You have my word."

  Chelan caught her breath, still momentarily paralyzed by what lay before her. Magnificent, yes, just like the rest of him. But could she even take him? She closed her eyes momentarily, reminding herself that it was not even an issue. Right now, all that mattered was him... all of him.

  Fear allayed, she slipped between his legs, kneeling before him. Fremma's eyes feasted on her beauty, watching with rapt attention as she gathered her hair together and let it fall down her back. She smiled shyly and then reached for him. Fremma closed his eyes and surrendered.

  Chelan curled her fingers around him and began her slow, deliberate caress. She watched him as his fists balled at his side, his respiration again escalating. He drew his knees up and let his legs fall apart. Chelan felt another surge of warm fluid emanate from her as her eyes fed carnally on his total exposure.

  He began to lose himself to her, his control now spent, his body hers completely. Slowly, he began to work his pelvis, rising and falling to her rhythmic strokes. She watched the muscles of his remarkable body expand and contract in rhyme. She was feverish with the desire to please him totally, her determination to be the best lover that she could be consuming her. With both hands, she began manipulating all of him, her long fingers hitting all his pressure points at once. A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he raised his powerful arms above his head in total submission.

  She looked over his muscular body laid out for her taking, and she felt a depth of love she never knew existed. He was a fine male tapestry of sexual perfection, and for now, he was all hers. She moistened her lips and came down on him again, her added oral caress the ultimate pinnacle of ecstasy she could give.

  Chelan licked his length and then took in what little of him she could, sucking his tip hard. Almost immediately, she felt every muscle in Fremma's body become rigid, and his back arched. His soft, resonant moans pleased her beyond all expectation. She felt his pelvic movements intensify, and she gripped him tighter. She raised her head momentarily and watched his potent muscles work as she strok
ed and kneaded him deeply. Then she took him in her mouth again, her tongue swirling over his glans as her hands squeezed him hard.

  Suddenly, she felt his entire body quake. His head and shoulders rose off the bed as his total being was devoured by a powerful orgasm, his tawny skin glistening with moisture. Chelan eased her caress as the waves of muscle contractions surged over him, his chest heaving. Finally, she relaxed as she waited for the last of his tremors to subside. Lying down, she rested her head on his inner thigh and stared lovingly at the splendid example of manhood before her, her heart filling with joy.

  Then she was startled out of her contentment as he sat up abruptly, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her effortlessly on top of him. He looked into her eyes momentarily before letting his head collapse back, his chest still rising and falling from exertion.

  Chelan pushed herself up off his chest and straddled his waist. Finally, he opened his glowing eyes and looked up at her. Chelan watched him momentarily, expecting him to speak, but he remained silent, his impassioned eyes impaling her. "Was it okay?" she asked in a timid whisper.

  Fremma stopped breathing. He ran his hands up to her pretty face, drawing her down to him and kissing her passionately. Then he let his head fall back again as a smile broke across his sculpted lips. He reached for her hands and raised them in front of him. He looked at her long, slender fingers and shook his head slowly. "No woman has ever done that so well," he uttered in homage. He looked at her longingly. "Oh, Chelan," he breathed. "You are beautiful." And he drew her back down to him, kissing her face, her cheeks, her lips.

  Chelan sat up. "I'm glad you're pleased," she whispered.

  Fremma immediately lost his smile. His eyes began to trace her curves. His hands brushed over her thighs and ran up her hips and waist to her breasts. His fingers whispered over her feminine roundness in reverence, her ampleness reigniting the fire he knew would never quench. Ever so gently, he caressed her, well aware that she would be tender from earlier. Then he tensed his powerful abdominal muscles and rose, his hands surrounding her buttocks, lowering her onto his lap.

  He took her hardening nipple tenderly, his sensitive touch causing her breath to catch. She could feel his rigid shaft pressed against her abdomen, his hardness still radiating heat. Suddenly, he released her breast. He could smell her slippery scent of acceptance, and he wanted desperately to be inside her. Lying back down, he slipped his hands around her hips and drew her up his body. Her hot folds coated his member with her cream, and she cried out. He settled her high on his abdominals and pressed her down against him, parting her wide. Gently, with slow, rhythmic undulations, his rippled abdominal muscles began caressing her swollen womanhood.

  Chelan let her head drop to his chest, her body inflamed. She felt another surge of rich carnal fluid coat her engorged flesh, and she closed her eyes, fighting for her waning control and measuring it against her deepest fears. She lay flat upon him, wishing with all her heart that she was normal.

  Fremma exerted gentle pressure on her thighs, pushing her backward until he could feel the tip of his steel-hard organ press into her labia. "I honor my word," he rasped. "But I warned that I will tempt."

  Chelan arched her back, her mind in turmoil. Fremma looked up into her face, and he held his breath. She was racing to make a decision, her mind telling her one thing, her body quite another.

  Fremma spoke in a deep whisper. "Let me take you, Chelan. I know you are whole. I want to come inside you so that I can please you completely."

  Fremma studied her, her eyes betraying her confusion, but she had not said no. He pushed on her harder, and he felt her moist, outer lips part to him. "Let me pleasure you, Chelan. I want to make deep love to you, my pretty woman," and he watched her carefully for distress.

  Still, she did not answer, and Fremma's loins were pulsing with unbearable desire, his penis so distended it burned. But he dared not push her too hard. He did not want her to feel violated or guilty for any act that occurred. But he also wanted her ultimate decision.

  Fremma held her hips firmly as he rose up and kissed her dry lips. As his kiss became more aggressive he could feel her trepidation as her body began to quake. But he wanted her answer, either her verbal denial of his access, or her acceptance of his unhindered entry. He braced his powerful legs and tilted his pelvis into her, his slow, controlled drive pushing the head of his aching penis past her vaginal lips, and to the rim of her wet opening.

  Chelan groaned and hung her head, the demons of her past vying for supremacy over the god beneath her. She had bared her soul and her fears earlier, and she knew that he would care for her regardless of her tattered state. But what if she was ruined? What if her nemesis had scarred her for life? What if she actually couldn't accept him physically?

  Fremma tilted his pelvis more. Suddenly, he felt the extreme tightness of her soft opening, and he stopped. He realized immediately that his entry would split her, and with his hesitation, he saw that her trembling was becoming more than indecision. He released her hips and she instantly sagged down onto him.

  She relaxed slightly, the burn of her skin from his aborted entry receding. But she felt terrible emotionally. She had let him down.

  Fremma slid his arms around her and rolled her onto her side. He removed the hair from her face and looked into her sad eyes. "Oh, Chelan," he said, stroking her softly. "I'm so sorry."

  She brushed the side of his face. "No, it's okay. Please don't say you're sorry. I'm just not ready," she conceded in shame.

  Fremma groaned and hugged her close. "Shhh," he hushed. "It's okay, Chelan, shhh, I pushed you too hard." He took a deep breath of air, realizing more than ever that she was not ready. There was an obvious physical size difference between them, and Fremma knew that if she would ever allow him to make love to her completely, he would have to take the time to stretch her gently. He would not injure her, nor spill one drop of her precious blood.

  Fremma berated himself silently as he rubbed her back. He was somewhat angry at himself for not thinking of her physical size earlier. She was obviously much smaller all around than his own women, and that included sexually. Fremma tilted her face up to his and smiled at her, hoping that she would forgive him. "I won't ever try to enter you again," he consoled gently. "I will not even tease. I won't even ask or offer. When you are ready emotionally, you come to me. Then and only then will we tackle any physical aspects, those which concern you, and those which concern us both."

  Chelan hugged into him with all her strength. His hands caressed her satin skin as his gentle kisses calmed her. He settled deep into the bed, contented to hold his porcelain beauty, inhaling her intoxicating scent and feeling her soft warmth draped over him. Then he kissed the top of her head. "Chelan, the control is in your hands. I don't want you to feel bad. You can stop anything at any time. Just say no, and it will be so."

  She was silent for a long time, but it was not long before her forgiveness for his eagerness was offered. Her hands began their descent down over his pelvis, his personal flight into ecstasy repeating itself again and again.

  Their sex play lasted throughout the day, and Fremma soon learned that the alien beauty had an insatiable appetite to take him to the absolute apex of sexual pleasure. She learned quickly to read even the most subtle of his body motions. She listened to his breathing and his vocalizations, adjusting her caresses exactly to his needs and desires. She was an attentive and caring lover, a true unselfish perfectionist the likes of which he had never encountered.

  Chelan was immersed in the aura of love and security the gentle warrior provided. She never felt rushed or pushed in any direction she did not wish to go again. Open communication on her part was the key. And she loved his body. To her, he was a true sexual paradise. His sheer size and strength stimulated her visually—his body was a perfect example of male prowess and potency. And each time she took him to his explosive orgasm, she, too, felt a sense of release and utter euphoria.

  Fremma continued to teac
h her about himself, all his erotic zones and sensitivities fully revealed for her to explore. And Chelan craved watching his muscular form responding to her as she learned. But most of all, she loved taking him orally. She reveled in the fact that she could take him to a frenzied peak and feel his dry release in her mouth. She was also intrigued by the fact that his genitals were no different from the rest of his body. They were totally devoid of hair, a characteristic that, for reasons unknown, she found intensely erotic. But what truly amazed her was his ability to maintain his sexual state indefinitely, his hardness or softness everlasting for her sex play. He could have orgasm after orgasm without as much as a moment's interruption, his ability to sustain an erection pushed only by the limits of his endurance.

  And endurance was indeed going to be the limiting factor. Fremma felt as though he had been through a workout the likes of which he had never experienced. As the day became evening, every muscle in his body was beginning to tire, and he was becoming concerned for his much smaller partner, whom he knew would not tell him of her fatigue.

  Fremma once again came, and Chelan released him, sliding up his moist body and collapsing on his chest. Fremma hugged her to him, caressing her wet skin and kissing her face as he caught his breath. He watched her closely; her eyes were closed, her face serene. Her hand skimmed his abdomen, but he halted her descent. "No more," he breathed.

  Chelan looked up to him, her fawn like eyes glazed with love. "No more," he repeated. Fremma hugged her tightly and closed his weary eyes. He knew full well that despite his long rest the night before, sleep would again come easily to him. Once more he would share his bed with the alien temptress, once more he would devote his heart to this alluring woman, and once more he would offer her his mind, body, and soul.

  Chapter 32

  The raven ships flew soundlessly over the barren, rocky terrain, wing tip to wing tip. Their sleek shadows upon the ground were but momentary whispers of the deadly force that bore them. "One more time," ordered their Commander.