At the edge of the bed, she rose to her full height on her knees, bringing her almost to eye level with him.
What’s happening to me?
She hadn’t even realized how much she’d missed the sight, the touch, the taste of him until she’d picked up on her skin’s warning tingle. She reached out and brushed one side of his shirt off his shoulder. Instinctively her fingers sought and traced the length of the twin scars. His skin was hot to the touch. Already on fire, for her.
“Judan, I want my turn tonight. I want to learn you.”
She wanted to give him pleasure. To seduce him.
A fierce growl rumbled deep in his chest and she thought he said, “You don’t ask for much.” Words he’d spoken last night. She hadn’t been capable of thinking about what he’d meant by them then. Yet clearly he was implying she was asking a lot.
Still on her knees, she shuffled back a pace and straightened her shoulders against the bite of disappointment.
The man wants me. Why couldn’t I leave well enough alone?
But she couldn’t. Perhaps in her childhood, being wanted had sustained her dreams. In reality, being wanted was only the tip of a polar ice cap.
“Myrina?” His voice sounded hoarse.
“Yes,” she whispered, steadying herself for rejection.
“Do men of your world…” He paused, frown lines marring his smooth forehead while he searched, she guessed, for the correct word. Finally he shrugged. “Do men of your world permit women to learn them?”
She was so surprised by his question, she nearly toppled onto the mattress. Catching her balance, she exhaled slowly, recovering her wits. Well crap. I walked right into that one, didn’t I?
Her thoughts were immediately followed by one of his. I’m sorry, but not this time.
His apology from last night—was it only last night?—came back to her. The implication was clear. Dakokatans seemed to observe strict customs surrounding women touching their men. Yet, by asking about her customs, he seemed willing to—what?—negotiate.
“Yes,” she said. “Many men sometimes enjoy a woman taking charge.”
“And you would enjoy this? With me? You asked to touch me before.”
He sounded a little shocked. But whether it was the idea that she would enjoy touching him or that she wanted to touch him in particular, she couldn’t be sure. Either way, she’d committed herself to answering honestly, however strange it might sound to him.
“Yes,” she said with a nod. “I’d very much enjoy touching you. Learning you,” she added. Somehow it was important he understand she wasn’t making a casual offer. She’d wanted men before and had taken them, too. Only this time was different. This man was different. She just wished she could understand why. Could understand what was happening to her. To them.
Instead of answering, he tossed a small, oblong box she hadn’t noticed he’d been holding before, onto the bed. Then he stepped back two paces. She ignored the box in favor of keeping her eyes on him, still unsure what he meant to do. He toed his boot, loosening it, then pulled first one then the other off and tossed them both toward the door.
“All right,” he said, stepping forward again.
She grinned at the words left unspoken. She voiced them herself, unwilling to leave anything to chance. If he was giving himself to her, he needed to tell her, plainly and clearly. “Does this mean you are giving me permission to touch you, Judan Ringa?”
He shook his head. “You asked to follow your customs.” Then he shrugged. “I think,” he said. “That I am giving myself permission.”
Stunned, she reached out to caress his cheek, oblivious to the strands of copper hair that immediately twined themselves along her arm. He’d willingly compromised his own customs to respect one of hers. She felt honored and humbled at the same time. Arching upward, she brushed a kiss against his lips.
“Thank you,” she said.
She didn’t waste any time. She pulled her T-shirt off and threw it aside. His breath came in a harsh rasp when she stepped off the bed to stand just inches away.
“Myrina.”
“Shh,” she said. “Right now I need you to turn around.”
He obliged and they shifted positions so that now his back was to the bed. His easy acquiescence ended when her hand came to rest on his bare chest. He captured it in one of his large hands. The green of his eyes glinted like crystals.
“There is something you should know before you begin,” he said. “When you are done, I will have my turn, the way I planned when I came here tonight.”
“That’s fine, Judan,” she said, biting back a shiver of anticipation. She was certainly willing to exchange mutual pleasure for mutual pleasure. “As long as you understand that I plan to take a very long time.”
The muscles under her hand twitched, the only sign he gave that her promise affected him. Otherwise he was strangely impassive. It occurred to her he was uncertain of his role now that he’d surrendered himself to her care. Since he’d definitely driven her wild last night and again this morning, she decided to tease him back just a little.
He stood complacently while she eased his shirt over his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She stroked his arms. The solid muscle automatically flexed under her hands. With his chest bared, she was free to satisfy her craving for the feel of his smooth skin against her own. Skin-on-skin contact at last. She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts against him. Her nipples, already taut and aching, stabbed his skin.
“Show me,” he whispered.
She whimpered and clutched his arms, kneading the flesh. Her breath came hot and fast against his skin. The friction was impossibly arousing sending tiny flashes of heat straight to her pussy.
He groaned and tipped his head back. Eyes closed, he looked ready to howl in frustration.
“Myrina.” He uttered her name like a fervent plea.
“Shh,” she whispered along the sensitive edge of his collarbone. His pulse danced against her lips. “Tonight, I’ll take care of you.”
Yet he wasn’t the only one who needed looking after. The continual friction of her breasts across his heated flesh sensitized her already hardened tips. A tiny moan of frustration escaped her lips.
His reaction was immediate. His head snapped up and his eyes opened, pinning her with feral intent. Maintaining body contact, she stood on tiptoe. He bent his head to meet her. Their kiss was filled with as much hunger as it was passion. Their tongues dueled, gained entrance and explored. Then retreated and surrendered.
Denied a healthy dose of oxygen, she finally broke away. Gasping, she rested her forehead against his chest. Beneath the surface of his skin, his heart thudded an erratic beat. She was sure hers gave an answering call and shivered with the intensity of her emotions. He truly was different from other men she’d been with. None of the kisses she’d shared with him were the least bit simple or tame and each of them left her wanting more. Wanting him.
Yet, although he too trembled slightly, he stood a little stiffly within her half-embrace.
“Judan,” she whispered, “you’re supposed to relax and enjoy this.”
“I am enjoying this,” he assured her. His voice sounded hoarse with desire. “I will try to relax if you wish it.”
She laughed. Her hot breath fanned his skin. “Judan.”
“Yes, Myrina?”
“Just because it is my turn doesn’t mean you can’t hold me. Would that help?”
His head shook, almost imperceptibly. “I do not think it would help, no. But, I’m happy to learn I can touch you, too.”
He wrapped her in a fierce hug. Since her body was free of clothing, his hands roamed at will up and down her back. This was nice, too. She rarely took the time to share quiet intimacies. With a contented sigh, she snuggled closer. And that was the moment Judan asserted his will. One of his hands strayed past the small of her back to palm her ass.
“Judan!” Her cry was one of pure lust. Her pussy was pressed firmly against
the enormous ridge of his erection. With a slow purr her body revved, heat rushing through her veins.
“Yes, Myrina?” he said in a gruff whisper.
“I said hold, not cop a feel.”
“But I’m much more relaxed.”
“Not yet,” she said with a hoarse laugh, delighted he had relaxed enough to tease her in return. “But I assure you, you will be.”
Gently, she pushed away and he, reluctantly, released her.
Enough teasing.
She knelt in front of him. Then, one by one, she undid the tabs on his leggings. He held himself rigid, barely drawing a breath each time her fingers brushed against his hard length. She worked quickly, aware that his near constant state of arousal since they’d met brought a measure of pain with the pleasure. She shoved his leggings down to his thighs, releasing his cock into her waiting hands.
He cried out and stumbled like a man drunk on desire. He bumped into the bed and toppled backward. The mattress caught his fall while the pillows she’d piled around her in the middle of the bed cushioned his head. Assuring herself he was unhurt, she hastily stripped off his leggings, baring his entire body for her sole enjoyment.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” And entirely hairless. His cock jutted magnificently into the air. His balls, two round globes drawn tight to his groin. And neither was hidden by any pubic hair. Even his legs, she noted absently, were as bare as his arms and chest.
She wasn’t aware she’d spoken aloud until he laughed.
“Beautiful,” he said, his tone rough. “Isn’t that word used to describe women, not men?”
Through hooded eyes she meet his half-lustful, half-curious stare. He rested on his elbows, which propped up his upper body so he could see her.
“You want to argue semantics or watch?” she said with a sultry smile.
Sure enough, with one question she had distracted him. He blinked, his eyes darting to his erection then back to her face.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to watch.”
Well crap, I have turned into a damn exhibitionist. I want him to watch me. Watch what I do to him.
She was on display for him. Naked and aroused herself, she was the one kneeling before a man ready to pleasure him. At once dominant and submissive.
A heady sense of power swept through her and with it a healthy dose of responsibility. It hadn’t taken a great leap of logic to figure out that probably no woman had ever touched Judan the way she was about to touch him. To do the things to his body that she was about to do. Why else would he have asked about her customs and given himself permission to accept them?
Another reason this man was different. This time more special.
Settling herself between his legs, she rested her hands on his thighs. His legs twitched and he voluntarily spread them wider. She accepted his offer and slid her hands to the juncture of his hipbone. She sat there checking him out.
Fully erect, his cock was definitely above average in size, but then maybe not given his height. The head flared wide over the thick shaft. A perfect mouthful. She licked her lower lip, anticipating the taste of him.
He hissed and she glanced up at him through hooded eyes. A thin sheen of sweat glimmered across his green skin. His eyes were wide with apprehension. His nostrils flared. He’d caught her scent. Already fully aroused, he wouldn’t last long. Especially as her own body answered each and every one of his signals. Her pussy was dripping.
“I can smell you, Myrina. You’re ready for me.” He broke eye contact to glance, once again, at his cock. “See what you do to me.”
A little bug-eyed, she watched in rapt fascination as the bulbous tip of his penis pulsed and the tiny hole expanded, doubling in size. The muscles under her hands tensed and his entire body stiffened. He gave a sharp guttural cry. His head tipped back and his eyes closed, as his cock shot a small load of cum.
Well, hot damn. Now that was cool. And he was right. She was more than ready to impale herself on his still-stiff shaft. Except this time she’d dedicated herself to his pleasure.
She cupped her thumbs underneath his balls, her fingers still flanking either side of his genitals. His creamy ejaculation had soaked his shaft and dribbled down to his testicles, offering her a ready-made lubricant.
Gently, she stroked upward, careful to maintain a firm, but light pressure. His balls bunched tighter against his shaft and he moaned, pushing himself into her caress. She massaged the twin sacs before releasing them to grip the base of his cock.
Slick from his juices, her hand slid easily up his shaft to fondle the head. By alternating hands, she maintained a steady stroke.
For a man who’d allegedly never had a woman touch him like this before, Judan turned pro fast. He instinctively caught her rhythm and began pumping his cock. His evident pleasure of tactile sensation was awesome to behold.
After two more successive strokes, she lifted her hands away, bent her head and took him into her mouth. Anticipating his heated reaction, she only encompassed his head, licking it with her tongue. He screamed and shoved his shaft as deep as she would allow. Because he was big and thick, she could only accommodate about half his cock, but he didn’t seem to mind. And because he didn’t try to gag her, she allowed him to set the rhythm.
Knowing he was ready to blow any moment, she didn’t worry about her technique. Damn. Probably anything would feel fantastic about now and her tongue certainly loved the faintly ribbed texture of his shaft.
Her concentration on his pleasure was so acute, she didn’t realize what he was doing until his fingers threaded their way through her hair. He didn’t demand more, still allowing her to control how much of his cock she took into her mouth. Then he signaled his intent by tightening his hands on her hair.
She drank him dry, savoring the slightly sweet taste of his cum. Then she licked him clean before grabbing a corner of the sheet to clean her hands. Sometime after his triumphant shout and his last spurt, Judan had released his hold on her. He now lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.
She crawled up the bed and leaned over to kiss him. Almost immediately he captured her, pulling her down and opening his mouth to taste himself on her lips. When she lay beside him, he turned toward her. His big body shook when she gathered him into her arms, but then she was none too steady, either.
Judan had blown apart. Willingly given himself up to her hands and her mouth. Sought and trusted his pleasure with her. Just because she’d asked him to.
Even as she savored the responsibility, a part of her stood back, wary. Because what had just happened with Judan here on her bed didn’t feel like an affair, where each person shared and claimed pleasure for themselves. When she’d made her offer she’d thought about this one time. This one night. But now she wasn’t so sure. Judan wasn’t a casual sex kind of guy. He’d made it clear he wanted more. Wanted her. But, beyond this one desire to learn him, she didn’t know how to take care of anyone else but herself.
She shifted and he collapsed on top of her, pressing her against the mattress. The oblong box he’d thrown onto the bed earlier jabbed her in the back.
“Ouch.”
She wiggled, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He rolled over, carrying her with him.
“I’ve got it,” he said.
A pillow sailed over their heads and he shifted their bodies again as he searched for the box. But they were too close to the edge of the bed. When he reached out to grab the box, they slipped. She cried out in surprise and clung to his neck as they tumbled over. He managed to tuck her tight against him, taking the brunt of their fall.
When they hit the ground, he deliberately used the momentum to roll them across the floor. Totally disoriented, she had no idea which direction he was taking them or why. What’s more, she didn’t care. Tucking her head into the curve of his neck, she started to laugh and hung on for the ride.
He stopped as suddenly as they’d started with him on top of her. Lying beneath him gasping for breat
h, she was acutely aware of their full-body, skin-to-skin contact. His flaccid cock stirred and lengthened along her stomach while his balls were wedged against her mound. It had been a long time since she’d felt the pleasant weight of a man on top of her. Then he pulled away, far enough to allow her to catch her breath. Only the air lodged in her throat when she glanced up and met his savage gaze.
“My turn,” he said.
Chapter Nine
Already aroused from the touch and taste of him, her body craved its own release. Yet, while she’d agreed to a mutual exchange of pleasure, she wasn’t willing to surrender so easily to his command.
“What if I’m not finished?” Myrina asked. Her thumb brushed across his nipple and skimmed down his rib cage.
His growl was fierce. His eyes blazed at her challenge. Within moments her hands were secured above her head, the full weight of his heavy body pinning her to the floor. She bucked against him, literally gasping for breath. He immediately shifted his weight. Then, before she could protest, he pulled her arms apart.
“Hang on,” he said.
Dazed, she didn’t understand him at first until she looked up at the underside of a cabinet. They were lying between two of the poles that held the shelving unit.
So, he wanted to go back to the no touching rule. For a brief moment, the urge to struggle overwhelmed her. She’d resisted last night, too. Not that it had done her any good in the end.
“You can’t pretend you didn’t enjoy what I just did to you. That you didn’t like my hands on your body.”
“I pretend no such thing.” He sounded affronted.
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