Bitten: Moon Lust 2

by Sherri L. King

  Julia dug her nails into the muscles of his back beneath his shirt. Her ankles rested on his firm, tight buttocks as she moved on him. Her breath came in desperate, moaning pants. She felt her body tightening, tensing in preparation for release…but it wasn’t enough. “Please, please,” she begged, not certain what she was begging for.

  But Nikolai needed no explanation. He knew what she wanted, what she needed and craved. In a swift movement that startled Julia, he turned and lowered her to the floor. He pushed up her dress and tore aside her satin panties, cleanly ripping through the fabric. Then, oh blessed relief, his fingers were on her at last. He parted the slick folds of her pussy, spreading them wide, and dipped his fingers into the wet heat of her. Julia cried out and bucked against his hand, spreading her legs out as far as they could go to allow him free access to her most sensitive tissues. His thumb moved up to press and massage the hard nubbin of her clit and he thrust one long, strong finger into the depths of her.

  Julia came undone. A wild, warm flood burst over her, taking her under into an ocean of wondrous sensation. She felt the walls of her channel rhythmically gripping the finger that penetrated her, felt a flush suffuse her from head to toe. Her nipples swelled even further and stabbed towards the heavens and Nikolai’s gifted thumb continued to manipulate her clit until she was bucking wildly against him, over and over, without a care for propriety. Her back bowed up off of the floor, neatly lodging his finger even more deeply into her until her pleasure mingled with pain and she screamed.

  It was several moments later before Julia could think clearly again. She was dizzy, lightheaded, and filled with a deep satisfaction that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  “You are so beautiful when you find release,” Nikolai breathed. He shifted her body and before she knew what was happening he had divested her of the last remnants of her clothing. “I need to taste you, Julia. I need to drink from your fount and know that it weeps only for me.”

  His thick accent rolled over her and the lyrical words made her body tingle anew with desire. She loved the way he spoke to her, as if she were a marvel and a wonder to him.

  Nikolai moved down between her legs and it was then that she realized exactly what he wanted to taste. He braced his hands on her inner thighs, gently holding her legs spread wide for him. His hot breath tickled over her trembling vagina, but before he lowered his lips to her he looked up and locked his eyes to hers.

  “Watch me when I taste you, Julia. I want you to see me as well as feel me. I want there to be no doubt in your mind that it is me, Nikolai, feasting here between your lovely legs.” Julia’s eyes widened at his words and then shuttered as he set his mouth upon her.

  His lips were hot as flame. She felt him suckle at her, drinking her up, and saw his head move back and forth as he savored every inch of her. His beautiful eyes closed and his long black lashes made dusky shadows on his cheekbones, but she didn’t look away—he had commanded that she watch—she had to watch. She saw him pull back slightly, saw his tongue reach out until it looked indecently long, then felt him lap at her juices. Over and over he licked her, until she was soaking wet with the fluids he coaxed forth from her. He seemed to enjoy the flavor of her, because he drank every last drop she had to give and still rooted for more.

  Then his tongue, his long, velvet tongue, entered her like a phallus. He reached depths of her that had never before been reached, seeming to taste her very womb. He moaned against her, vibrating her, and she rocked helplessly against him as he fucked her with his mouth. His tongue thrust in and out of her, filling all of her empty spaces but making her long for an even tighter, fuller penetration. Her hands speared into his golden hair, reveling in the silken texture, and his movements increased in speed and force against her. His mouth made wet, sucking noises against her, and the sounds drove her wild with desire. She moved up against him, mashing his face more deeply into her wet heat, and cried out when his tongue impaled her at a new and altogether delicious angle.

  Nikolai pulled back then, squeezed her ass cheeks apart gently, and she saw a long, silver trail of saliva escape his mouth. She felt it splash onto the puckered flesh of her anus just before he lowered his mouth back onto her vagina. But this time, when his tongue speared deep into her, she felt another, delicious penetration down below. Nikolai tenderly slipped his finger into the tight ring of her anus, awakening Julia to new and heretofore unimagined delights. As he sucked and thrust at her pussy, his finger slowly thrust and withdrew in her bottom, making her body shudder with the delicious torments. Unbelievably her body tightened once more, readying itself for another explosive climax.

  Julia thrashed on the floor, once, twice, hanging on by a thread…and then his upper lip brushed against her clit and she lost herself in her orgasm. She bore down on the tongue and finger that impaled her, feeling the pulses of release wrack her body until even her scalp tingled with mind-numbing pleasure. “God, yes! Ooooo, yeessss!” she screamed.

  When Julia came back to herself once again, Nikolai was lazily lapping up the last of her juices. His tongue laved her all over, leaving no part of her unexplored. Where before his ministrations had driven her mad with lust, they now served to comfort her trembling, swollen tissues. She let him have his way, spread out limply on the floor beneath him with her legs splayed wide. It seemed that he would never tire of licking her. He suckled the folds of her labia, licked deep within her channel with his incredibly long tongue and with his lips, softly kissed every inch of her vagina.

  After what seemed like hours Nikolai pressed one last kiss to the crown of her sex then slowly, predatorily crawled up her body until he stared down into her face. He licked his lips lazily, sexily, and sent her a hot look with his shining eyes. “Sweeter than honey, headier than wine. You have intoxicated me…but I want more. I want all of you.”

  Julia felt a thrill of anticipation. The look in his eyes promised that the night was far from over for both of them. And if this overture were any indication of the delights that awaited her in his arms, the night would be unforgettable.

  Chapter Eight

  Nikolai lifted her off the floor and cradled her in his arms, no small feat of strength, all without even grunting under the burden of her weight. His nostrils flared as if scenting something on the air, and with uncanny instinct he headed for her bedroom. Of course there were only two doorways that led out of her living room, one went to the bathroom, the other to her bedroom, so he had a fifty-fifty chance of going in the right direction. But it made her happy nonetheless, that he found his way without needing her to guide him. Her brain was—at best—pudding for the moment.

  When he entered the darkness of her bedroom he unerringly found his way to her bed and laid her down upon it gently. He kissed her, long and lingeringly so that she tasted herself on his mouth before he pulled away from her once more. From the rustling noises he made Julia realized that he was removing his clothing before he joined her. When he came down upon the bed, the lumpy, worn mattress dipped down beneath his added weight. Nikolai leisurely crawled up over her and hovered for a long, silent moment, eyes positively glowing in the darkness and Julia shuddered with an unexpected thrill of virginal nervousness.

  “There will be no going back after this, Julia. For either of us. I want you to know that now, before I go any further.” His words were hushed but they affected her with such a force that he could have shouted them at her. It wasn’t so much what he said, it was how he said it that surprised her. He sounded as if he meant every word. As if they were a promise…or a threat. The moment was a serious one—a life changing one—but there was never any chance that she would have backed down from this encounter with him. She wanted him. She needed him. That was all that mattered to her in that moment.

  Her silence seemed to be enough of a response for him. He leaned down and breathed deeply of her scent, then licked his tongue over her trembling, swollen lips with a delicate and teasing flick.

  “You are a go
ddess, Julia, inside and out. Your beauty shines out of your art, out of your voice and out of your form. I never dreamed that I would find a mate—” His words choked off as if he struggled to stem their flow from his own mouth.

  “What?” she urged him, in thrall to the sound of his voice.

  “Nothing,” he breathed, though Julia knew he was lying. He’d almost said something—something he hadn’t wanted to let slip—she was sure. But then he took away her deductive reasoning with another soul-searching kiss and she forgot all about pondering his words further.

  His taste filled her mouth once more and Julia feared she would forever be addicted to his unique, masculine flavor. He kept himself propped above her with one hand and let the other stray up to her breast. It hovered there, then trailed lightly over the pouting tip of her nipple. Julia breathed deep, reflexively raising her chest towards his teasing hand and he chuckled against her lips. Then his hand brushed once, twice over her nipple before he gave in to her demands and cupped her breast in his large, callused palm. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger even as he massaged the plump globe, causing her to moan and undulate against him. There was a connection there between her nipple and her clit, a wondrous and fascinating connection, so that with every pinch and tug of his fingers she felt it down below as if he touched her there, too.

  Nikolai sucked her lower lip into his mouth and pulled slowly away. With graceful movements he crawled his way down her body until his mouth hovered over her breasts. She could feel the hot, moist tufts of his breath play over her and then he lowered his leonine head and took her nipple into his mouth. The rough, textured scrape of his tongue, coupled with the satiny texture of his lips made her cry out in sudden, shocking pleasure. Her breast ached and her nipple swelled even further in his mouth as he drew on her. She felt the scrape of his teeth and felt a pulse begin to beat deep within her womb in time with his movements against her.

  Julia’s body bowed up against him and he swept a hand down over her stomach, holding her down with firm but gentle pressure. She groaned and tried to escape his hold, but was unsuccessful. Nikolai took her breast deeper into his mouth and drew on her more forcefully, almost to the point of pain. Mewling in her throat, Julia thrashed her head about and clutched at his wide shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the firm muscles and he groaned against her. She pulled back, fearing that she’d injured him in her ardor.

  Nikolai paused in his ministrations at her breast. “Do not stop,” he said raggedly, causing his breath to play teasingly over her moistened nipple.

  Julia reached for him again as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same attentions as he had the first one. She spread her legs eagerly and he settled between them. His hand still held her practically immobile beneath him, but her legs were now free to move against his lightly furred calves and thighs, which she did with great enthusiasm. Nikolai’s teeth scraped against her nipple, hard, causing her to squeal in surprise and rake her nails down his back in retaliation. He yelped like a wounded puppy then chuckled against her and gently kissed away the small pain he’d given her.

  Nikolai shook his head back and forth over her, causing his hair to spill heavily onto her heated flesh. He used his hair to tease and torment her until she was crying out over and over with each delightful caress of the thick, silken strands. Moving like a song, fluid and sensual, he rolled his body against her, using it to pet her from neck to toe, leaving no part of her untouched. With each brush of his chest on hers, her nipples shivered and puckered into tight stabbing points. With each movement his body made, his burning rod nudged against her belly and his pubic hair scraped erotically against hers. His sac bounced gently against the swollen and tender flesh between her legs, adding yet another sensation to swamp her senses and drive her wild.

  Bending his knees, using them to spread her legs wider apart, he leaned back and inhaled deeply. “You smell like me, now.” His voice was guttural, rough and thick, almost unintelligible. Like he was speaking around cotton in his mouth. “And I smell like you. I will never get your scent out of my nostrils, your taste out of my mouth.” He made a noise, like a muffled mewl or howl in his throat, and bent at an unbelievable angle from his crouching position, to press his face into her stomach.

  His hands moved to her hipbones, biting into the flesh there just short of causing her pain. Julia tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him even closer against her. She felt his teeth bite softly into her once, twice, three times, as if he were testing the resiliency of her skin. He pulled back, lifting her hips with his hands, never moving his face from her tummy, until she was bowed sharply up off of the mattress. Her head dug deeply into the pillow and she gasped. She’d never felt so helpless, so elementally dominated. Nikolai was strong—alarmingly so—but he seemed to know her limits and only manipulated her body as far as it would comfortably go.

  Julia gasped in surprise when he neatly flipped her over onto her stomach and came down to whisper into her ear, words which caused her to shiver with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. “I need you this way our first time, on your hands and knees before me. Hold onto the sheets, as tight as you can, and open yourself to me. Let me claim you…I need to claim you. All of you.”

  His hands positioned her just so, locked and immovable on the frame of her hips. Julia felt the scalding heat of his erection as he rubbed himself against her wetness, making them both slippery with her juices. Nikolai leaned down and licked her from the base of her spine to her shoulder where he hovered, lightly grasping her with his teeth in an elemental and dominant position over her trembling body. Julia felt the head of his cock nudge at her portal, heavy and demanding. Then she felt a pleasurable burning sensation as he stretched her and slowly, inexorably began to fill her up with himself.

  His erection was large; she’d known that just from rubbing against him throughout the night. But she was unprepared for just how large he really was. He filled her…and filled her…and filled her. And still he came down upon her, the length and breadth of him stealing away her air and making her body tense. The tip of him butted against her virginal membrane deep within her channel—she felt it, knew instinctively that he felt it, too—and then broke through it. Julia cried out with the sudden, pinching pain and then, like a dream, it was gone. Nikolai reared up and roared his satisfaction in a wordless cry.

  “Oh Julia, you are well and truly mine. Untouched before. But now claimed.” His thick words were arrogant but tender and then he pressed soft, coaxing kisses to her back and shoulders. “Why did you not tell me—warn me? I would have been more gentle,” he whispered against her ear.

  “I wasn’t sure you would notice,” she said in a quaking voice.

  “I admit I have no experience of such things. But I know enough to recognize a barrier when I feel it. And I can smell your virgin’s blood,” he admitted ruefully.

  How can he smell my blood? I certainly can’t smell it.

  Julia felt almost faint for a moment with an innate sense that something wasn’t quite right with Nikolai, and then lost all rational thought as his cock moved even deeper into her. She hadn’t realized until then that he wasn’t full seated inside of her yet and this new penetration surprised her into moaning. Nikolai’s thick shaft stretched her and filled her with heavy insistence. He moved her on him, bringing her bottom cheeks against the cradle of his thighs, and he was home at last. They groaned in unison.

  “You feel…you feel so big. I’m so full,” she gasped, mindless with the new sensations that swept through her like wildfire.

  Nikolai growled and bit into her shoulder again, holding her immobile as he began long, slow thrusts upon her. His cock slipped almost all the way out of her and then sank back inside. Her wet and dripping pussy felt split open as he impaled her over and over, with steady, patient movements. The hands at her hips moved her back against him with each of his forward thrusts, teaching her the rhythm that he set for them both.

  The sounds that thei
r bodies made together, moist and earthy, echoed in their ears, spurring them on. The musky perfume of their sex permeated the air of the bedroom, a potent aphrodisiac all its own.

  Julia jerked back against him, feeling the walls of her vagina pulse and tighten against his pumping shaft. Nikolai growled and sank his teeth deeper into her shoulder—the better to hold her steady under his weight—and began to thrust harder between her legs. Instinctively sensing that a new angle would give her the deeper penetration that she was coming to crave, Julia lowered her torso onto the mattress and raised her bottom higher against Nikolai’s pelvis. The tip of his cock brushed against some hidden button of pleasure inside of her and she keened her appreciation and wonder. The texture of him, velvet on steel, slid against her inner tissues until they were trembling and alive with exquisite sensation, causing her to grow even wetter, even hotter.

  Beneath them the bed began to groan and shudder in protest as their movements gained in strength and tempo. Julia felt as if she were racing, hurtling towards her climax. But knew, too, that she would somehow only find release when Nikolai willed it. He was careful to control her every movement, knowingly fine tuning her experience so that she reached heights she’d never before climbed. Her body quaked and shuddered beneath his as she strained more and more towards fulfillment.

  “Please, Nikolai, please,” she begged, wriggling against his thrusting cock.

  Her words turned to keening, desperate cries as he brought her slamming back against him. His movements became ferocious, as he thrust ever deeper, harder, and faster into her eager body.

  “Yes, yeeesssss!” She muffled a shriek, biting into her pillow.

  “Grrrrrrrrrr…” Nikolai’s guttural, satisfied purr vibrated her entire body.

  Julia screamed again as Nikolai began to rotate his hips against her, undulating his phallus inside of her in a delicious new dance of erotic savagery. He bit deeper into her shoulder then ripped himself away just before he broke her skin. That pain, coupled with the pleasure of having him fill her so sweetly, brought her at last. Her vagina clenched like a fist down on Nikolai’s cock, trembling upon him, taking him along with her into the stars.