She pulled back and gave him a radiant smile. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” She punctuated her words by rubbing her hands across his chest and shoulders. His muscles bunched under the contact, and he wished that his clothing was gone, that her hands brushed along his skin.
Would her touch be gentle? Would her nails dig into him in passion? Questions swirled around his mind—ones that he needed to know.
Unfortunately, she slowed the pace of her hands. The objection was poised on the tip of his tongue, but she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his neck.
A wave of arousal swept over Karo, and he closed his eyes. She licked up his pulse and swirled her tongue just under his jaw. He groaned, and was sure she could feel the vibrations.
His fingers tightened on her waist, bunching the material of her clothes. He wanted to rip the fabric away, to peel it from her inch by inch and see all the skin underneath. But this was just a dream. He wasn’t in full control of his body, and his mind rebelled at that fact. He wanted her, wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone, yet he couldn’t force his muscles to move. He couldn’t force them to caress her the way that he wanted—the way he needed.
Finally, his palms skimmed up her back, and fingers wound their way into her hair. He gave a gentle tug and her head fell back, exposing the column of her neck. He pressed his lips against her pulse, and felt that it beat frantically. He skimmed his lips down to her collarbone and inhaled deeply. Her intoxicating fragrance filled his body, filled his mind.
This woman, he knew her. She was more than a dream, more than just an erotic figure. Whoever she was… she was his.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes which were now swirling with molten silver. He saw arousal in them, and knew that she wanted this just as badly as he did. He needed her in a way he hadn’t needed another person in his entire life.
Her eyes traveled up and down his body, lingering on the erection that had risen in his pants. She licked her lips and he pictured her on her knees, those lips wrapped around the head of his shaft. It throbbed, as if needing her to do that as well. Her eyes widened slightly, as if she’d seen it move, and had known that it was reaching out for her touch.
Her eyes flew up and met his as her hands slid down the ropes of his stomach and stopped at the fasteners. She swiftly opened his pants and his cock sprang free from its confines, seeming to point directly at her as if it knew what it wanted most.
“Mmmm…” she moaned as she licked her lips slowly, oh so slowly, and fell to her knees in front of him.
The Karo that knew this was a dream realized that he’d never had anyone put their mouth on him before. He’d been too afraid that he’d become addicted to the sensations, and crave more contact with women; something his family would have chastised him for.
He made a half-hearted attempt to speak and tell her to stop, but the dream version of himself was more than eager for her—especially when she skimmed her fingers up his length and prodded the hole at the tip. Sensation shot through his body, and all thoughts of stopping her fell from his mind. He needed her hands on him. There was no way he was going to stop her.
His family and their expectations be damned. This was only a dream anyway. I can do anything I want here and they’ll never find out.
Tentatively, she moved her hands down his length to cup his testicles, feeling their weight. He groaned at the contact. Her eyes met his, and she knew how much he needed her. Keeping eye contact with him, she opened her mouth and leaned forward.
The warmth of her mouth enveloped the tip of him and he groaned at the contact, eyes never leaving hers. In a word—paradise.
“Oh… yes!” he groaned.
She swam her tongue around the tip of him, and the urge to thrust into her hot mouth was immense. He locked his muscles tight, not wanting to push her too quickly, but needing her to take all of him. He needed her to take everything.
Her eyes closed as if in bliss, and she bobbed her head down his length. He felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat, and she moaned, the vibrations shooting up his shaft into his body. She bobbed her head up and down, and added a hand to his base.
It was torture. It was heaven.
Her other hand skimmed up his thigh and headed straight for his apex. She skimmed her fingernails over his testicles lightly, and then with more pressure. He couldn’t help himself as he arched into her.
She moaned as if she liked the pressure, and he sighed in relief. Without realizing he was moving, his fingers threaded into her hair. He held onto the strands and pushed his cock into her mouth. She accepted his thrusts, even moaned around him, then shuttled her hand up and down his length while her mouth bobbed on the head. He felt his testicles pull up tightly against his body as his seed rushed to fill her. He held back, not wanting the torturous—sublime—glide of her mouth to end.
He refused to come this soon. Not when she felt this good. Not when he had the heat of her mouth sliding up and down, her hands playing with his balls. But soon she added suction to her mouth—he saw her cheeks hollow as if she wanted to drag the seed from him. He couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Baby, you have to pull off me. I’m going to…” She didn’t pull back but moaned low in her throat. She gripped his shaft even tighter. The pressure should have hurt, but it only served to increase his desire.
Pressure built at the base of his spine. He felt his seed rush through his shaft and he bellowed as he erupted, shooting down her throat.
She swallowed every bit of him. None escaped the sweet suction of her lips as she took all of him into her.
It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and his knees nearly gave out. She looked up at him and pulled away from his cock, her tiny tongue darting around her lips as if to catch every drop of him. The sight had him spasming one more time, convulsing with the lingering effects of his orgasm.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her to stand, meshing their mouths together, taking those sweet lips with his own. He tasted himself on her, and it made him needy again. Knowing that he’d shot down her throat—that part of him was inside of her—it delighted him. It made him hungry for her.
Without removing his lips from hers, he wound his arms around her back and lifted, securing her against his chest. His pants were still high on his hips, so he was able to carry them both to the bed without falling. She wound her legs around his waist, and kissed him with abandon as he laid her back upon the surface.
He pulled back and saw that her breaths were quick, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat. She was aroused, needy, and he was more than happy to see to her pleasure.
Her hands went to her breasts, kneading and pinching at her nipples through the top she wore, as if she couldn’t wait a moment longer. He didn’t want to make her wait. He slid down and unfastened her pants, the same as she had done. In one swift movement he had them off her body, and threw them over his shoulder. The expanse of her smooth skin greeted him, veering towards her center, calling to him.
He was more than happy to oblige.
He skimmed his hands up her thighs, and her movements on her breasts quickened. The sight was erotic; he wanted his mouth on them, but there was somewhere he wanted his mouth even more.
“Raise your arms above your head,” he told her. Her brow creased in confusion, but she obeyed him, wrapping her fingers around the headboard and holding on tight. “That’s a good girl.”
He lowered his eyes to the tiny swath of cloth that shielded her from his view. It was already wet from her juices; her arousal evident on the fabric.
He locked eyes with her, and she was looking at him nervously, unsure about what he was going to do next. Keeping eye contact he brought his mouth even closer and licked up her center.
She moaned and her hips undulated, as if she could ride his tongue. He pulled back, his eyes closed in bliss. Her flavor was amazing. It was also addicting—he had to have more.
He grabbed the t
op of her panties and slid them off her legs as quickly as he could, baring her to his gaze. Again his hands made that slow track up her thighs. He felt the muscles under them quiver, and her hips jerked like she couldn’t control her movements any longer.
“Please, Karo,” she pleaded. “Please, I need you.”
“What do you need me to do?” His voice was layered with arousal and need.
“I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he told her.
“Not where I need you to!” This time she sounded desperate. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging, writhing with passion. He wanted her to come on his face, to feel her juices run down his throat.
Karo held her in place with an arm across her hips, pinning her to the mattress. She whimpered, but he finally gave her what she needed, what they both needed. He bent low and licked up the length of her cleft.
Her flavor exploded on his tongue: a combination of female musk and desire. The scent, the taste of his woman—he didn’t think he’d ever get enough.
He dove on her like a man starved. He lapped her juices until they coated his face. Dimly he heard her scream, felt her hips moving against him, but he was lost in his own desire.
He stabbed his tongue into her core and felt her inner muscles tighten around him, as if trying to hold him inside of her. His cock throbbed in response, and he thrust into the mattress as if it were her body. He wasn’t ready to remove his face from its newest form of paradise.
He slid his tongue up, and she cried out as he touched her nub of pleasure. He rolled it with his tongue, flicked it, suckled on it until she was writhing.
“Karo, please. I need more.”
He was happy to give it to her.
He brought his free hand up and slid one of his fingers into her sheath. She cried out and he mirrored her vocalization with his own. She felt amazing, warm, and wet. So wet.
He pumped the finger inside her, and soon added a second, then a third, while swirling his tongue around her clit.
Her entire body convulsed, nearing its peak. He wanted her to tumble, wanted to feel it. He suckled on her little nub, flicked it back and forth. She cried out his name, and the walls of her pussy locked down on him.
She screamed, and distantly he felt her nails dig into his scalp. Her hands were locked onto his head, pressing his face against her core—as if he needed any encouragement—until her spasms began to ease.
Her fingers loosened their hold on his head as her muscles began to go limp. He slowly pulled away from her and looked up the expanse of her body. She was flush, breathing rapidly, and looking at him with wide eyes. Amazement shone in their depths.
A wave of pride went through him: he had done this to her. He had pleasured his woman.
“Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you,” he told her.
Her eyes went wide, and a sly smile curved her lips. “Good. Because I’m not done with you either. Lose the pants. Now.”
It was his turn to grin. He loved when she got bossy.
He stood and shucked his pants, then dove back atop her just as she threw her shirt aside. Her breasts pressed into his bare chest, beaded nipples searing paths on him.
Need to taste.
He bent his head low and latched his lips around one of the erect buds, as his tongue rolled over the tip. He heard her swift intake of breath, and felt her palms lock around his head, once again meshing his mouth against her.
If she wanted more pressure, he’d happily give it to her. He sucked on the tip, flattening it against the roof of his mouth.
She cried out, and encompassed him with her legs—ankles locked around his hips. He fell against the core of her, and his cock rode her valley. He was already slick with her juices.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, needing to pay homage to that peak as well, and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting against her. His shaft slid effortlessly over her folds, and he quaked with the rush of sensation.
He had to be inside her—couldn’t wait another moment without knowing how her sheath would feel around him.
He pulled his hips back, and the tip slid into place as if it knew exactly where to go. Her voice cut through the haze of his passion.
“No. Not like this.”
No? Would she deny him? It was the worst thing she could have said at that moment.
Karo took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain control over his arousal. If she didn’t want his penetration, he’d stop. He’d find the will to stop—even if it killed him. Maybe she’d allow him to keep tonguing her nipples? Maybe he could convince himself that that’d be enough.
Yeah, right. He’d never get enough of this woman.
He looked into her eyes afraid that he’d see refusal, or worse, fear. Instead he saw mischief.
What the hell?
She pushed at his chest gently, and he obligingly pulled back. Even if they didn’t go any further he still didn’t want to leave the paradise of her body.
She squirmed and rolled herself until she was on her knees. She smiled at him from over her shoulder and wiggled her butt.
“I want you like this—I’ve been fantasizing about it.”
He nearly came at her words.
His hard length rode her crease and his eyes crossed. She arched her back and pressed her breasts into the mattress.
His palms roamed along the plane of her back, over the wide flare of her hips, to her ass. His hands fell to her cheeks and he kneaded the muscles, thumbs reaching to slide through her juices. She was arched so far that he could see the lips of her pussy and her core.
Suddenly he could think of nothing else but having her this way too.
He gripped his shaft with one hand. It was stone-hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip, even though he’d already blown once.
Didn’t matter. He’d always get hard for her.
He slid the head along her cleft and they both moaned. She rocked back onto him, encouraging him to slide into her sheath, but he pulled back. She whimpered and trembled against him.
Again he slid the head of his erection through her juices concentrating on circling it around her bud of nerves. She moaned and clenched at the sheets on the bed, her nails digging deep.
He felt perspiration bead his brow with the need to take her.
The torture was exquisite.
Finally, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He notched the tip at her core and rocked forward, ever so slightly.
“Oh yes!” she cried out. “More, Karo. Give me more!”
Hell yeah he would. He gripped her hips with both hands, holding her steady as he inched inside of her.
His head fell back, and he groaned at the sensation of her walls enclosing around him. He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but she had other ideas. Her hips suddenly slammed back, and he slid into her to the root. His thighs hit her ass and they both groaned.
His hips surged forward, locking them even tighter, before pulling back, almost all of the way out, and then slamming back home. The last of his resistance shattered.
He brought his chest down onto her back and began an unrelenting rhythm. She took every stroke of his passion, rocking back to meet his thrusts. His hand skimmed over every part of her he could reach, but it wasn’t enough. He needed his hands everywhere!
Locking one arm around her torso, he straitened them both upright onto their knees. The change of angle allowed him to penetrate her even deeper than before.
He bent his knees and surged into her, while his hands locked onto the swell of her breasts. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and she reached up to lock her fingers behind his neck. Her entire body was open to him.
“More!” she cried out, lost in pleasure. “Harder.”
He was happy to oblige, and pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Her sheath tightened around him, and Karo knew from her breathing that she was close. The thought of her coming on his cock was addictin
g. He wanted to feel her—needed to feel her.
One hand slid down her body to where they were joined. He quickly found her nub and rubbed it. She cried out with abandon before he felt her muscles begin to convulse around his cock, milking him. She was so tight that he could only manage shallow thrusts, but they were enough to send him over the edge.
He held her tightly to his chest as he emptied into her. She milked him for everything. He was happy to oblige until the convulsions ebbed, and his thighs gave out. They fell forward but Karo caught himself before he smashed her into the mattress, rolling them onto their sides, his shaft still locked inside her.
He held her tightly, their labored breaths mingling together. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her hair. The silken strands caressed him, and he shivered with the contact. He hugged her closer, never wanting to let go.
CHAPTER 22
Karo’s eyes suddenly flew open. He was alone. The woman was gone.
No! His mind screamed as his eyes scanned the room looking for her, but he wasn’t in her bedroom any longer; he was in his new room onboard the Arathian battlecruiser. She wasn’t here. It’d been a dream.
Karo felt the sheets next to him anyway. They were cold, as he’d expected, but his heart still sank.
He’d never had such a vivid dream in his life. The woman had been so real. He’d felt her, smelled her. He knew her.
“Only a dream,” he told himself. “She’s not real. It was just a dream.”
He looked down and saw that he was covered in sweat, a massive erection tenting his loose-fitting pants. It throbbed with unspent arousal. He could still smell her fragrance, taste her pleasure on his tongue. She was just a dream, he repeated. She’s not real.
Instead of making him feel better, those thoughts caused an ache to blossom inside his chest. He pressed his palm against his sternum, certain his heart was going to beat itself out of his body in grief.
She wasn’t real. Why would he dream that vividly about a woman? Why torture himself with love that could never be?
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