by Opal Carew
“The first time?” He smiled broadly. “I had guessed as much.”
“Is that a crack?” she demanded, uncertainty skittering through her.
He cradled her face in his hands again, staring at her through eyes lit with an inner glow, then he kissed her gently. “Not at all.”
She shifted a bit, stretching out one leg. “Good, because... well, I don’t take intimacy lightly.”
His arms scooped around her and pulled her close to him again, his lips grazing her cheek. “I know. And I’ve been insensitive.” He planted a long, quivering trail of kisses down her cheek and along her neck. Her nipples tightened painfully. “I want to make this very special for you.”
“It will be,” she responded huskily, slipping her arms around his neck, anxious to continue.
He disengaged himself gently from her embrace.
“No, I mean really special.”
He swept one arm through the air. Lucinda watched his hand as it moved and saw the room change, as though his hand washed the room in a white light. All the bright, jewel tones faded and around her now was a sparkling white room. The bedclothes were white silk, the comforter boasting an intricate white on white pattern screaming of femininity. A canopy of soft, gauzy cloth swept over the bed and billowed down the corner posts.
The wall opposite the bed was almost completely glass, overlooking a breathtaking ocean view, the surf rolling in over the white, sandy beach. The sun, fat and orange, hung over the horizon as though suspended, flirting with the waves below. The sky blended from periwinkle blue to dark indigo, while oranges and pinks and yellows laced the cotton clouds along the way. The white room reflected the crystalline colors and Lucinda felt awash in the beauty of the sunset.
“It’s lovely.” Lucinda sighed. As she leaned forward to see more of the vista outside, she felt the pull of fabric on her arms and realized her gown had changed. She rose and examined the white, diaphanous outfit she now wore. The sleeves were long and loose, as was the body, and it flowed fluidly to the floor. It was white, but certainly not virginal. It covered her from neck to toe, but the fabric was so sheer, she might as well have been naked. As Nyte’s gaze traveled the length of her body, she felt a tightening inside that whispered urgent need.
“So are you,” he whispered. “Come here.”
He stood and opened his arms. She went to him willingly, accepting him as the day accepts the night.
He wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her in pure bliss. She had never felt so cherished. As her lips found his, her need for him became almost painful.
He scooped her into his arms, then laid her on the bed. As he sat beside her, his dark eyes glimmering in the light of the setting sun, a profound feeling of rightness swept through her.
He smiled and parted the front of her gown. Then his smile transformed to a look of wonder as his gaze caressed her body, from neck to toe, then back again.
“You are so beautiful.” The awe in his voice made her quiver with pleasure.
She reached up and touched his cheek, needing to feel him. He cupped his hand around hers, pressing her fingers against his whisker roughened skin. When he shifted his mouth to her palm, she sucked in a breath then sighed at the exquisite tingle of his lips on her flesh.
His hair swept across her chest like the whisper of black silk and she tangled her fingers through it and drew him toward her. Her lips parted as his neared. When they touched, she circled her arms around him, and arched her body to his. The feel of his hard, warm chest pressed against her sensitized breasts made her gasp. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and she met it eagerly. Moist flesh entwined with moist flesh, sending her pulse escalating to the stars.
More. She needed so much more.
As though hearing her silent plea, he shifted his mouth to nuzzle the base of her throat and his hands captured her breasts. Then he moved lower and his mouth claimed one peak. She moaned, aroused by the enchanting thrill of it. He teased her nipple with his tongue then drew it deep into his mouth. The tip throbbed with pleasure.
He moved to the other, his fingers keeping the first entertained. Soon she lost coherent hold on time, caught up in the pleasurable rhythm of his welcome onslaught. His mouth moved downward, his breath and the delicate feel of his lips caressing her ribs, followed by the whisper touch of his long, silky hair, sent tingles prancing across her skin. He dabbed his tongue into her navel, then continued in a southward progression. As his mouth moved over her private curls, part of her felt a blushing need to pull him back up, away from her most intimate place, but the rest of her took a quick vote and overrode what was clearly a minority suggestion.
At the last minute, he detoured sideways, then down her thigh, to her knee, sending delicious sensations curling through her lower body. As he moved upward along her inner thigh, her legs eased open, allowing him easy access. He kissed and licked the sensitive flesh at the top of her thigh, then moved down her other thigh to her knee, then back up again. Her insides screamed for him to get to it. She wanted attention front and center right now. As he neared her moist opening, she arched her lower body in anticipation. He licked her and she cried out. His devastating tongue slipped inside her briefly--too briefly--then slid the length of her inner labia, first one side, then the other. He lapped at the moist folds of flesh, then drew them into his mouth and she moaned her pleasure. His hands caressed her hips, then he slid one hand to her moistness. As his tongue slipped in and out of her, his finger found her clitoris and brushed against the sensitive, intensely pleasurable spot, working powerful magic on her senses.
“Oh, Nyte. Yes.”
He smiled up at her, then shifted his tongue to her clit while slipping two fingers inside her. He swirled and pulsed against her nub, alternately licking, sucking and tapping with the tip of his devilish tongue until the sensations built to the point where she knew she’d explode. She grasped his head, tangling her fingers in his flowing hair, an upsurge of pleasure pulsing through her. Her every sense focused on the fluttery, thrumming delight radiating from his touch. He thrust against her clit again, catapulting her to ecstasy.
The long trailing moan that erupted from her throat fueled her ride to heaven.
Once her breathing slowed a little, she became aware of the warmth of Nyte’s body stretched out beside her. She felt something twined around her legs and realized she still wore the white gown. She shimmied out of it and tossed it onto the floor, then shifted onto her back again, smiling up at Nyte.
“Now what?” she asked, stretching her body in as enticing a manner as she could.
He kissed her, then prowled over her.
“Now I think we’re ready for this.”
She felt his long, hot erection fall across her stomach.
“Wait a second,” she murmured. “I want to touch you.”
She’d never handled a real penis and it fascinated her. She reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around it. It was bigger around than her wrist and as long as Merlin’s tail. She ran her fingertip around the underside of the mushroom-shaped head.
“Oh, baby, I love that,” he rumbled.
She stroked the length of him, pumping his flesh up and down, mesmerized by how the skin moved over the steel-hard muscle beneath.
He grabbed her wrist.
“Sweetheart, I can’t take any more of that. I’d love you to satisfy your curiosity--anytime, but now.”
She drew her hand away and kissed along his jawline, then smiled.
“Alright, as long as you have some other way to entertain me.”
His eyes sparked with devilish intent.
“Oh, I think I’ll manage.”
He pressed the tip of his enormous rod against her slick opening, then slowly sank into her a couple of inches, then paused. The feeling of being stretched by the hot, bulbous head of his massive penis intoxicated her. He kissed her.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Mmm. Wonderful.”
She felt
no pain and she was certain Nyte and his magic had something to do with that.
He pushed forward again, slowly, allowing her body to adapt, until they were fully joined, his shaft totally immersed in her depths. He watched her face, his midnight eyes intent, filled with strong, sobering emotion, drawing her gaze like a magnet. Slowly, he drew back, his penis caressing her vagina with exquisite pleasure. As he pushed forward again, she raised her pelvis to meet him. He made several more slow strokes, then increased his rhythm. His compelling gaze remained locked with hers as his smooth strokes transformed to deep thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him, opening wider to allow him deeper access.
Her desire escalated to a raging urgency that demanded satisfaction.
Despite the waves of passion pounding through her body, she was awed by the ethereal quality of the experience. It was as though she lived it on several planes of reality at once.
As his penis plunged into the depths of her body, she clung to him, crying out his name on a ribbon of sound. His soul entwined with hers as pleasure swept her away. Her senses expanded into infinite, timeless bliss.
As they mounted the peak of ecstasy, Nyte called out to her, “Lucinda, my love, never leave me.”
The powerful need in his voice stunned her, but then she slipped over the edge to paradise, and felt the long, sweet free fall of release.
Afterward, he cradled her close, holding her against the side of his long, lean body. Nyte had loved her as though she were a celestial being he only had one chance to capture with his gentle persuasion, but he had no need to worry. Lucinda knew she had been changed forever by this man. She would never stop needing him.
She sighed in contentment and surrendered to sleep, secure in the warmth of his embrace.
Chapter 13
Lucinda woke up to the feel of Nyte’s strong, warm body pressed against her back, his arms snugly around her waist. Erotic images of their night of passion bounded through her brain. Lingering sensations flitted across her nerve endings like a firefly across a meadow. His palm pressed flat against her belly, his fingertips grazing her ribs.
Her body began to tingle everywhere his body contacted hers, starting at his fingertips, trembling across her stomach, around her hips, then the length of her body, until she was a mass of quivering need. Her breasts swelled, her nipples pushing erect, hungering for his touch.
She wanted to turn around and press against him, to seduce him into another bout of passionate lovemaking.
At least, her body wanted to do that, but the logical, almost-thinking side of her wanted to consider what had happened. To figure out exactly what it meant.
She had formed a Love Bond with Nyte, and that thought absolutely terrified her.
She had to get a little distance from him so she could think. She eased forward, trying to slip out of his arms, but he tightened them.
“Where are you going, little one?” His words, deep and husky, rumbled from his chest.
“I... uh, think it’s time to get up.”
He nuzzled the back of her neck with his lips and she felt tingles dance the length of her spine. Despite urging to the contrary, her muscles relaxed. His fingers slid up her rib cage to the bottom of her breast. As he cupped her, her nipple puckered in delightful readiness.
“Why?” he asked.
She couldn’t think of a single reason. Good or bad.
He shifted, easing her onto her back. Propped on his side, he gazed down at her, his eyes burnished ebony. She exhaled and couldn’t quite capture another breath as the sight of him filtered through her raw senses. Sunlight touched his face with warmth, like a brush of gold across his strong features. The crinkles around his eyes reflected the radiance of his smile.
It was as though a light had turned on inside his heart and glowed through every part of him.
This man had touched her in many ways last night, physical being the least important, if not the most spectacular. She felt a longing for him deep in her soul. She wanted to know his presence beside her always. She wanted to bear his children, a concept she had never even considered before.
He stroked the tip of her chin. “Do you know you are absolutely glowing?”
“Am I?” If her glow matched his, she must be luminous.
He kissed the sensitive flesh below her ear. His long hair flowed like a black river of silk, the ends swirling across her chest. She ran her fingers through it, drawing it back over his shoulder. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and smiled. The warmth and openness radiating from him took her breath away.
How had she endured all this time without knowing him? Without having him near? And if something were to happen to him--
The thought struck a chord of fear within her, vibrating to the depths of her soul. He might be a wizard who wouldn’t die, but she sensed he had the power to travel further than she could ever imagine. If he ever wanted to leave her, he could go where she could never follow.
The memory of yesterday, when Nyte had disappeared jolted through her like a lightning bolt of sheer agony.
She had suffered the loss of so many people over the years. The memory of Jerrick, her youngest and dearest sibling, weak and old on his deathbed, shriveled her heart. When he’d died, she had never felt so alone.
She’d lost something of herself that day. If anything ever happened to Nyte... if he ever left her... How would she ever survive it?
“Lucinda, what is it?” He stroked her cheek with gentle fingers.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she slid her arms around his neck and drew him close. She clung to him, the only thought in her head that he could fill the aching emptiness within her.
She pressed her lips to his neck and murmured, “Nyte, I need you.” His arms tightened around her. “Make love to me.”
He eased her back and stared into her tear-soaked eyes. “Of course, little one.” He kissed the tears from her eyes but his tender touch only triggered more. “But why are you crying?”
“Because I need you so much.” And that thought frightened her more than she could ever explain.
Nyte smiled. She needed him. Pleasure soared within him. She had finally come to accept the Bond and at the joy of it she had swelled into tears.
He took her lips in fevered joy. Her body responded to his immediately, her nipples hardening against his chest, pressing into him like hard little pebbles. Urgency surged through him, blood rushing to his groin. His penis swelled in need. He shifted his lips to her breast, drawing the peak deep into his mouth. She gasped. His erection pulsed, already at full mast. He stroked his hand down her belly to her center, but her hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Please, don’t let her want to stop. He didn’t think he would survive stopping now.
He glanced at her face. The glazed, needy look in her eyes told him that wouldn’t happen. She planted her hand on his shoulder and pushed until he lay flat on his back. She prowled over him and sat on his hips, cradling his cock in warmth. It swelled harder, knowing her waiting moistness sat only inches away.
She leaned forward and he felt her hair pool across his chest in cool waves, then her warm mouth surrounded his left nipple. She lapped it with her tongue, then sucked. His mouth went dry. Her fingers toyed with his other nipple while she drove him crazy with her teeth and tongue.
He stroked his hands through her hair, the silken strands tangling around his fingers as he gathered it up so he could see her lovely face.
Oh, God, he wanted her. He needed to feel her warmth surrounding him, drawing him deep into the center of her being. He stroked his hands across her bare shoulders.
Her hand slid down his belly and wrapped around his erection. At the tantalizing feel of her soft hands on him, the pounding of his pulse quadrupled and all his blood seemed to bolt toward her touch, until he thought he’d burst.
She leaned forward and licked the edges of his lips, then kissed him, moving her mouth enthusiastically on his. Her tongue curled aroun
d his then and she sucked it into her mouth. He groaned, then swirled inside her, tasting her sweetness.
She drew back and gave him a wicked smile, then she slid down his legs and kissed his navel, then placed butterfly kisses down his belly to the left of his cock. It bolted upward, then fluttered in need. She continued down his thighs, then kissed inward and up, stopping below his balls, driving him insane. She kissed and licked, then continued across the other thigh, then up to his navel again, never touching his erratically twitching penis. Oh, God, he wanted to feel her mouth on him.
He almost jolted through the ceiling when he felt the first delicate touch of her lips on the tip of him. Her tongue lapped over the small opening, as though tasting him. She pushed herself up on her hands, cradling a clear droplet on the tip of her outstretched tongue, and leaned forward to kiss him. Her tongue swirled into his mouth sharing with him the salty taste.
“Sit on the bed,” she murmured as she stood up. He followed her instructions and she kneeled in front of him.
She grinned and slid her hands down his chest, leaving one to tease his nipple as the other continued downward to his steely-hard erection. She lifted it and licked his shaft, from base to tip, then swirled around the head. Cupping his balls and lifting their weight in her hands, she admired them as she licked downward again. With her lips, she nibbled his testicles lightly.
He moaned as she drew one inside, cradling it in the hot interior of her mouth. Slowly, she drew in the other, then pulsed her tongue, gently squeezing his balls against the roof of her mouth.
“Oh, God,” he groaned.
Her hands wrapped around his penis and she stroked, sliding skin over hard muscle. She released him, lapped the length of his cock, then swallowed the head. She moved down, taking in as much of him as she could. Damp warmth on the top half, cool air on the bottom, until her hands wrapped around him and sealed him in heat. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands moving in pace. Her tongue swirled around the head, dabbing and cajoling, creating an intense ring of pleasure. One of her hands cupped his balls again. His groin contracted. He stroked his hand through her hair curling his fingers behind her head. The tightening intensified and he knew he would erupt in seconds.