As dismayed as she was by the information, Lexa wasn’t particularly surprised. She was tempted to insist they return immediately, but she’d had just enough time to begin to settle from her fright to want to put off experiencing it again as long as she could.
Beyond that, it occurred to her forcefully that this entire thing was her idea. She’d approached Gabriel about it not the other way around and he might not take it at all well if she backed out now when she’d not only gone with him willingly, but had all but begged him to take her.
She thought she might have been more self-conscious if she hadn’t been so shaken from the flight to the pool. As it was, it flickered through her mind that she’d committed herself to something she was no longer at all certain she wanted to experience. She was alone with a man that wasn’t her kind, far from anyone who even might help, and trapped on a plateau she had no way to escape from.
She decided to simply not think about it.
That generally worked for her when faced with a situation she couldn’t escape and couldn’t really deal with. She closed her mind and did what she had to.
She wanted to close her eyes, too, but then he would know that she was closing herself off and he might take exception to it.
If he didn’t know then he couldn’t force her to face something she’d decided she didn’t want to face.
Moving away from Gabriel, Lexa very slowly and carefully removed her clothing and then crouched beside the pool to test the temperature of the water. “Is it very deep?” she asked without turning around.
“You can’t swim.”
There was disapproval in his voice. Peripherally, Lexa noticed it and it increased the hysteria trying to claw its way from her belly to her throat. There was nothing about her that he approved of or liked, she thought unhappily. “No.”
“Stay close to the edge. It drops off toward the center.”
Dropped off how far, she wondered, feeling a shiver skate down her spine?
Shaking her uneasiness, no longer able to think beyond getting through what she’d taken upon herself, she stepped into the water and moved carefully away from the edge until the water was lapping at her thighs. She settled then, focusing on the feel of the water and her enjoyment of the water’s warm, silky caress.
She could do this! All she had to do was focus on the pleasure of the feel of the water and block the insane urge to run screaming to the edge of the cliff and throw herself off.
She’d just decided to settle lower in the water when Gabriel arched over her head and cleaved the water near the pool’s center, sending a shockwave rolling outward in every direction. The wave crested in her face since she’d just crouched.
Coughing and blinking to get the water out of her eyes, she sloughed the dampness from her face with one hand. When she finally managed to see again, she discovered that Gabriel had moved closer. She stiffened when he reached for her and then forced herself to relax as his hands closed around her waist.
He drew her toward him until their bodies were lightly brushing with the movement of the water around them, staring at her for long, long moments before his face drifted closer to hers. She turned her face slightly away, but she didn’t make any other attempt to evade his touch.
The feel of his lips along her cheek stirred warm currents inside of her, made her breathless and dizzy. She closed her eyes, savoring the strange warmth invading her, focusing on the feel of his lips as he explored her face with them. When he reached her mouth, instead of trying to evade him again, she turned toward him. He released a pent up breath, matching his lips to hers, nibbling at them with his own.
The warmth increased and an odd sort of jitteriness seized her, fluttering in her belly, making her heart and breath quicken even more until she began to wonder if she would pass out.
He broke contact after a moment, pulling away just enough to meet her gaze when she slowly opened her eyes to see what he was doing. “More?”
Lexa felt perfectly blank for a handful of moments. Finally comprehension dawned and she swallowed a little convulsively, struggling with opposing urges to flee before something frightening and possibly hurtful happened and the urge to discover more. “Yes,” she finally managed to say.
He covered her mouth with his almost before she managed to get the word out, pressing his lips against hers until she answered his unspoken command by allowing them to part. His breath and taste invaded her as he stroked his tongue along hers almost experimentally. It sent a harder jolt of warmth and the odd jittery sensation through her, making it impossible to ignore the fact that it was excitement at his touch, not fear, that was making her heart race a little faster and then a little faster.
Even so, she jerked a little in reaction, tensing all over when she felt his hands coast upward from her waist to cup her breasts. He merely cupped them for a few moments and then began to gently kneed the flesh, kissing her for a moment more before he broke from her lips to explore her face again, and then her ears, and finally her throat.
She knew his goal and yet she found herself waiting in breathless anticipation for his touch there.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before when he lifted her up and covered one peak with his mouth, sucking on her nipple as he massaged her breast. It made her feel strange all over and for a few moments she couldn’t decide whether it was a good sort of strange or a bad one. The heat spearing through her settled the matter. She felt her belly quake in response and the muscles lower clench reflexively.
Without ever having felt it before, she knew immediately that the ache that began inside of her was a desire to feel him there.
Surprise and wonder filled her. He hadn’t lied to her. He knew how to make her want him to do that to her.
“Gabriel,” she gasped, beginning to feel distressed when he moved to her other breast to suckle it instead of filling the emptiness inside her that had become a restless ache.
He moved with her to the edge of the pool, lifting her from the water and laying her back against the ground. A shiver skated through her as the cool night air kissed her skin, and then she felt the warmth of his body pressing against her.
“Do you want me inside you, Lexa?” he asked in a husky growl as he explored her face once more with his lips and her body with his hands.
Lexa swallowed with an effort, felt her mouth and throat go as dry as a desert. For a moment, fear warred again with pleasure, but she knew she did want it. “Yes, Gabriel,” she gasped.
Gah-re-al shifted to his side alongside her, caressing her breasts and then her belly and finally settling one hand between her thighs. It was at that point, as he explored her cleft with his fingers to test his welcome, that he made a stunning and not particularly welcome discovery.
They weren’t anatomically compatible—at least not completely.
He checked again, just to be certain he hadn’t missed the second opening he was searching for and then pressed one long digit inside the opening he did find. She was wet enough to make him dizzy and he was already mindless enough he was having difficulty deciding exactly what the hell he was going to do with two penises and only one orifice—and room for no more than one in the opening he did find.
Shelving his dismay and his sudden certainty that he would be lucky if he came at all, he shifted over her, aligned the lower of the two appendages with her opening, settled the upper along her cleft, and began an uphill battle to claim possession of her channel. He felt her tense as he tried to enter her and met resistance, but he was too far gone to stop and try to work on a better, or at least moister, reception.
He broke deadlock with a little jolt that squeezed the head of his dick so hard he thought for a few moments that he might pass out. A gush of moisture met him, soothing the painful—for both of them he didn’t doubt—entry. Unfortunately, it sent such a rush through him as he sank deeply inside of her that he felt his cock buck, threatening to immediately unload.
He paused to catch his breath—and hold it, trying t
o focus his mind elsewhere to keep from cuming when he’d thought only moments before that he might well not cum at all when he couldn’t fully enter her. The member sandwiched between the lips of her sex was stimulated enough by that circumstance, however, that cuming had ceased to be an anxiety and holding back long enough to manage a handful of strokes, at least, had taken priority.
When she lifted her legs and curled them around his waist it was almost his undoing, but it helped him recall that he had a partner to please, not just himself.
He was tempted to tell her to put her legs down again before she made both of them unhappy, but it felt too damned good when the movement helped him sink so deeply inside of her that he could feel her flesh squeezing him from tip almost to the root. Only a little more and he could have it all!
He hit bottom before he managed it. He wasn’t certain he would’ve realized he was as deep as he could go except she let out a yelp that didn’t sound like pleasure. Gasping for breath as if he’d flown ten miles, he levered himself up far enough to examine her face for anger, terror, or tears.
She had her eyes squeezed tightly closed and he couldn’t tell if the expression denoted pain or anticipation.
“Did I hurt you?” he gasped breathlessly.
She shook her head. “Not much.”
That wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped to hear.
He lowered himself until his chest was pressed against hers and kissed her apologetically, thinking he’d be cooled enough by the time he’d apologized he could control himself a little better. As soon as he began kissing her, however, the muscles along her channel began to clench and relax around his cock and Lexa began to move restlessly against him. The currents of pleasure her movements generated shot through his brain and short-circuited higher thought functions. His hips jerked reflexively, sending a harder wave of bliss through to his brain and he instantly forgot everything but the pursuit of his ultimate goal.
Breaking the kiss to suck in enough air to keep from passing out, he began driving in and out of her with single-minded desperation, dimly aware that she was bucking and thrashing against him, but primarily as an impetus in attaining his own goal. It wasn’t until he felt his body clench in preparation of ejecting his seed and the thought crossed his mind that he hadn’t enjoyed nearly enough to cum yet that he recalled that his goal, before he started, was to bring her to climax if he could before he allowed himself to cum.
He stopped abruptly, gasping for air and trying to stem the imminent eruption.
Lexa gasped shakily, pumping against him frantically when he suddenly stopped, leaving her teetering on the verge of something tremendous. “Don’t stop!”
He growled a warning, “I’m going to cum!”
Goosebumps erupted all over her as if the words had summoned them. The something ‘tremendous’ caught her. Lexa let out a long, low groan as a rapturous spasm seized her, shaking her to her core. Gabriel uttered a sound that touched off another wave of heated ecstasy and made her skin pebble all over. The wave crested as he shuddered and then began thrusting into her frantically. She was near mindless already, but when she felt him begin to shudder with release, felt the heat of his seed as it bathed her womb, a different sort of pleasure crested over her.
The darkness in her mind created by the spasms of pleasure parted slowly. Awareness of her surroundings gradually flowed back. She became aware of his heat, his weight on her, and his ragged breath first. It was oddly pleasing to her despite the discomfort, but then her awareness expanded further and she began to notice less pleasant things—the hardness of the ground beneath her back and the grit grinding against her skin, the stickiness between her thighs, various pressure points where their bodies met that began to feel bruised.
As if he reached that point of awareness at about the same time, Gabriel roused himself and rolled off of her. He grunted when his back settled against the rough ground. “Shit! Did I peel the hide off of you?”
There was a thread of amusement in his voice that didn’t mask the concern also there.
“I’m not sure,” Lexa retorted with a touch of amusement in response. “I was sort of preoccupied. Guess I’ll find out when I wash off.”
Gabriel sent her a quick, searching look and grinned. “You came all over my cock.”
Patting himself on the back, she mused? Or was that in the nature of a complaint? “Oh! Don’t you dare try to blame the mess on me!”
He chuckled, sat up, and caught her when she began struggling to rise. Pulling her onto his lap, he searched her face. “I made it good for you, baby?”
The question made a lump form in her throat, made her chest tighten with some unidentifiable emotion. She smiled back at him a little shyly. “You made it good for me, Gabriel. Thank you.”
His face darkened—with discomfort, she thought. She didn’t wait around to find out what thoughts had produced the frown that gathered his dark brows together over the bridge of his nose. She pulled away and moved back into the water.
He watched her for a few moments and then followed her.
“We should get dressed and get back, I guess, although I’m not looking forward to that.”
He caught her arm, pulling her against his length.
Which is when Lexa made a startling and unsettling discovery.
There were two long, thick, hard cocks pressing against her mound. Her eyes widened. That was what she’d felt rubbing her clit that had set off the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt?
“If you’re in no great hurry, I could be persuaded to do that again.”
Chapter Twelve
A rush of pleasure went through Lexa despite the doubts that also surfaced.
She hadn’t expected him to want to couple again—certainly not so soon—but it made her feel wonderful that he wanted to.
The doubts were a little harder to pin down, but she thought it was mostly a fear that another coupling wouldn’t leave her with the glow she felt at that moment and she wanted to cling to that to wash away all the ugly from before. It seemed nothing short of miraculous that it had been wonderful. She didn’t want to risk losing that feeling.
She realized she was also afraid that he would tire of her very quickly and another round of sex would leave him feeling as if he’d satisfied whatever need had made him decide to couple with her at all. As she’d always been in habit of doing whenever bad thoughts arose, though, she pushed those from her mind and yielded to the desire she’d been struggling with for a long time, she explored the feel of his skin with her palms and fingertips. His skin, cooled by the night air, reacted by tightening and pebbling and she met his gaze again questioningly.
His expression had grown taut but before she could interpret that to mean that her touch wasn’t welcome, he drew her toward the edge of the pool again. This time, instead of immediately mounting her, he settled beside her with his head propped on one palm and skated a hand over her belly and upwards to her breasts. She shivered as she felt the warmth and faint roughness of his palm awaken her flesh to heightened sensation. For a few moments she felt herself seesawing between delight and discomfort as she looked down at his hand on her, dismayed to see the ugly projection of rib bones and pelvic bones tenting skin that lacked the flesh to soften them, but when she searched his face she saw from his expression that he didn’t find her appearance repulsive. Relaxing fractionally, she reached to explore him again with her gaze and light, tentative touches and he ceased his own exploration to allow it, moving his hand down to rest lightly on her hip.
Moonlight gleamed on the water on his skin, creating a landscape of mounds and shadowy dips that emphasized his musculature so that she could see that he was as beautifully made as she’d imagined him to be. The firmness of his flesh was infinitely pleasing, began to warm her inside, created that strange tension that she’d begun to equate with him before she’d realized it was a precursor to want that could escalate to a sense of desperation.
That thought brought her interest to his g
enitals naturally enough. She thought the double appendages sprouting from the nest of hair at his groin would have unnerved her if she’d seen how he was made before he’d given her so much please. Now it was a source of interest and curiosity rather than fear and she reached lower to examine him. They jutted toward her as if eager for her touch and she stroked first one and then the other.
“I’m made like your women,” she said, trying to keep the dismay from her voice.
His fingers tightened on her hip and he drew her close enough to nestle his genitalia against her belly, bumping her slightly. “I’ve no complaint,” he murmured, dipping his head lower and nibbling at her shoulder and the side of her neck. “Does it bother you?”
It did, but not in the sense he meant. She’d expected him to be different from any other man she’d known and that was a good thing.
It did bother her, a lot, to think he might not find it especially pleasurable to be with her.
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