Raeder pulled her hands from her breasts. “Don’t touch yourself in public.” Though spoken low, Raeder’s words were an order that couldn’t be ignored. His tone demanded obedience. He turned back and glared at the Mourian. Aleea was his and he didn’t share.
The young male jumped and got very busy with the translocator controls. The holo-screen shimmered into being and the young male’s webbed fingers flew over it.
“I don’t know why you’re so upset,” Aleea muttered. Did they program cyber-characters with feelings?
Raeder’s eyes dropped to her breasts. He raised his left hand, lifted her breast free of the clinging sheath, caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched.
Her lips parted and her eyelids drooped. Whether it was the fantasy or the dermaject, everything he did to her felt good.
He looked up from her nipple caught in his fingers. Heat curled through his abdomen at the sight of her face twisted in a sensual grimace. “I don’t want him or anyone else staring at this.” He tugged at the tender tip and her breath hissed from between her clenched teeth. “I don’t share what’s mine.”
She tried to gather her thoughts, but his fingers pinching her tender nipple made it impossible. “He wouldn’t look.” Her voice emerged, a choked whisper.
Raeder enveloped her whole breast with his hand and squeezed. He lowered his head and kissed her once. He’d never felt this fierce and possessive about anyone before. “He would look and he would want.”
The portal opened. He pulled the sheath back over her breast before ushering her through in front of him.
She was wrenched from Mouria and flung through space. Ice condensed in her veins. She couldn’t breathe. Everything went black.
It felt like she hit a wall. Air exploded into her lungs. Fire raced through her veins, not so much melting the ice as exploding it. Sweat beaded across her forehead and upper lip, between her breasts. Her nipples, tight from the cold, stiffened almost unbearable as heat flushed her body.
Need slammed into her. Her vagina clenched in search of a cock to fill it.
She turned in a slow circle. What had happened? Raeder wasn’t with her. Wonderful. She was as hot and needy as she’d ever been in her life and her fantasy man had disappeared. The room was lovely but she didn’t care about green, gold-veined marble floors or tapestries that were worth more than she would make in her lifetime. What she cared about was Raeder and he wasn’t here.
Stars above. It wasn’t just heat or need or desire. It was pure unadulterated lust. She was burning up. She fanned herself as she looked around the room.
She shifted, cried out when the perspiration-dampened sheath rubbed against her burning nipples. Hot, sharp, the sensation started at her nipples and arrowed to her womb, made her vagina clench again.
“Blast.” She moaned and clamped her legs together. The feeling intensified and she groaned. What was happening? Where was Raeder? She needed him now, blast it, and this was her fantasy.
Frantic, she looked around the room again. The shadowed lagoon caught her eyes. All rocks, waterfalls and plants, it was perfect. Of course as hot as she was, it would probably go up in steam the moment she touched the water, but so what. Raeder wasn’t here to help her. She’d have to help herself. And if she had to go looking for him she was getting her money back. This was not the fantasy she was paying for.
She ripped the sheath over her head and raced to the water. Unsure of the depth she lowered herself to the side and slipped under the surface with barely a ripple.
Relief. Cool water dulled the heat between her thighs and in her throbbing nipples.
Her toes touched the bottom and she pushed off.
Water caressed her face, neck, and chest. Her breasts were so tight it felt as if they were being squeezed. Her pulse seemed to be centered in her nipples and between her legs. Where was Raeder?
Eyes closed she laid back and let the water hold her. She bobbed her breasts under the water, laughed as they popped above the surface again. She liked the cool air on them. It made her nipples burn.
Where was Raeder?
Thinking about him made her bones melt. Stars, he was big. Would his cock be huge? It had felt like it against her abdomen and between her thighs when she’d ridden the hard length of it through his clothes.
Her insides clenched. Would he be too big for her? Could he force his way into her tight passage? Would he? It had been a long time for her and he was a whole lot of man.
She wanted to taste him.
Her eyes popped open. She’d never thought about taking a man in her mouth before. Did she really want to do that with him?
The image of him standing before her, with her kneeling at his feet, filled her mind. She could see his huge cock caught in her hand as she lowered her mouth to him. Her nipples hardened even more. Her vagina clenched. She wanted to do it. She wanted to taste him.
Just lying here in the water felt good. It buoyed her breasts, encircled them like a lover’s hand. Actually, it was better than good. But Raeder’s hands would be great. Mmmmm. His hands lifting and squeezing. When he pinched her nipple on Mouria…
She shivered and clamped her legs together. She wanted him to do that again. He’d pinched the tender tip of her breast and electricity had jolted through her.
She writhed in the water, a sensual smile tilting her lips.
* * * * *
Raeder strode through the corridors of his ship toward his private chambers. Rage smoldered and grew inside him. Aleea was there and safe but only because of the skill of his crew. The translocator mistake, if it had been a mistake, had been made on Mouria.
The young male who had operated the translocator had disappeared, but he wouldn’t be able to hide forever. When the men sent to track him found him, he would tell what he knew or forfeit his life.
Raeder scanned his chambers as he stepped into them. His gut clenched when he didn’t immediately see Aleea. Where was she?
He looked toward the pool and need slammed into his gut. Lying on her back, her breasts bobbed in the water. Long and dark, her nipples stabbed into the air. Eyes closed, she writhed in the water, the motion unbelievably sensual.
His mouth watered and his hands fisted. His reaction to her was unprecedented. Just looking at her, knowing she was naked and waiting for him made his cock hard.
He shed his clothes as he walked across the room, his eyes never leaving her breasts. Her nipples were a siren call to him. The water, warm and silky, closed around him as he slid into the pool behind her. His lips grew fuller, darker as he closed his hands over the firm mounds of her breasts. His cock thumped against his abdomen as her nipples stabbed into his palms.
He squeezed her breasts, fought the urge to turn her toward him and swallow them whole. On Mouria, she had wanted him and she didn’t shrink from him now. When they reached Allouria he would bind her to him for all time in every way possible.
“Raeder,” she cried his name. “Take me now. Push your cock into me. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Soon,” he promised. He wanted to bury his cock deep in her as she asked, but he’d felt how tight she was, barely able to take one finger. He would have to prepare her well, possibly de-enhance his cock for her to take him.
He needed to be inside her. Needed to feel her squeezing and milking his shaft as her liquid heat bathed him. He was already close to coming.
His hands tightened on her breasts, his grip almost punishing as he squeezed her tender mounds.
“Raeder.” She whispered his name.
His hands swallowed her breasts. He kneaded their fullness, wanted to latch onto the distended tips and never let go. Would his need of her ever diminish or would it continue to grow? He couldn’t imagine needing her, wanting her, more than he did right now.
She loved the feel of his callused hands on her. When he opened his hands and rolled her nipples with his palms, she started. Sensation shot from her turgid crests to her womb.
“Perfe
ct,” she purred. She couldn’t stop, had to move. Her pelvis pulsed forward. Her back arched.
It was so real. There was nothing muted about what was happening to her. Maybe she hadn’t understood what Gabria meant.
“Pinch my nipples,” she directed, her voice breathless. She wanted more. She wanted the pleasure almost to the point of pain she had experienced for that brief moment on Mouria.
“Like this?” His voice was a low rumble. It vibrated through his chest and into her. He grasped her nipples in his fingers, his touch firm but not tight. Would she like sex a bit rough, like he did?
“Pinch them,” she demanded pushing her breasts against his hands.
“Like this?” He caught her nipples, squeezed and rolled the tender flesh between thumb and forefinger.
“Yes!” She bucked and groaned, arched into his touch. Her legs scissored under the water. Her head fell back against his broad, hair-roughened chest.
He wanted to shout as he felt triumph growing in his chest. She liked what he was doing. Truly, she had been born to be his. He lifted his hands from her breasts.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out and thrust her breasts forward. She wanted his touch back. Her most secret dreams had been of a lover who wouldn’t be afraid to be a little rough. She loved Raeder’s hands on her, his fingers punishing her nipples. He was perfect for her.
A low growl rumbled from his chest. Her words, the way she arched her breasts up, silently begging for his touch made him feel powerful and humble all at once. He scraped callus-roughened thumbs over the tips of her breasts and her hips jerked.
“You’re so sensitive. You respond to every touch.”
“Your mouth,” she whispered. “I need to feel your mouth on me.” She took a deep breath. If she didn’t have the courage now, she never would. “Biting me.”
He growled again, lower, louder.
The world spun. His mouth settled over her left breast. A hot velvet tongue laved around her nipple.
“Yes.” She squirmed against him. She could feel the texture of his tongue, soft yet rough, molding her flesh, sucking greedily on the swollen tip. Tingling, burning pleasure. Hot water and hotter tongue.
Her nipple stabbed into his mouth. He molded his tongue to it. Batted it. Licked.
Around and around, his tongue seared her flesh. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She’d dreamed of having a man feast on her breasts, bite her nipples. Dark dreams that made her hurt, the need was so intense.
“Harder,” she pleaded. She arched up, forced her breast deeper into his mouth. She wanted to experience her dreams, to feel his teeth nipping and tugging.
He sucked her breast deeper into his hot, greedy mouth. Crushed her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Savored her low keening moan. The sound was more erotic than anything he’d heard from any other woman.
“Mmmmm. Yes. Yes!” Her hips thrashed in the water.
He released her breast.
She shivered. “Don’t let go.”
Primitive feelings filled him. He wanted to mark her as his in ways no one could mistake. His teeth caught her right nipple and tugged, bit down to hold her as his tongue toyed with the very tip.
She gasped, tried to arch forward. “Yes. Oh Stars, yes.” Her nipple was pinched, tugged, pulled tight. It stung, almost burned. Hot strings of sensation connected her nipple to her channel.
He wouldn’t let her move, easily held her captive. He licked and nibbled her breast, across her chest to the other mound and laved around the turgid peak.
Her hips hunched forward. She felt the steel of his erection against her abdomen.
“I want you inside me, filling me,” she begged.
He opened his mouth over her breast. He sucked hard, pulled her nipple taut in his mouth. He released her only to bite the tip again.
She cried out at the sting. She was a temptation he didn’t want to resist. A small woman with full breasts and long nipples. His mate. He laved away the small hurt with his agile tongue.
She moaned and undulated against him. How did he know what to do? How had Gabria known he was the perfect man for her?
Around and around. He rolled the tip with his tongue, nipped it again.
“Oh, Stars.” She couldn’t hold still. Didn’t know whether to flinch away or push closer. “More. I need more. More of you.” She grasped bulging biceps, her fingers digging into muscles of steel.
He groaned as he pulled her thighs around his waist. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong to me.” He needed to hear the words from her. She was his and he would never let her go, but he needed her to acknowledge that, to accept him.
She was spread wide, vulnerable, and open to him.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Take me, please.”
She didn’t know what she was agreeing to and he didn’t care. He would hold her to her word. His shaft found the groove between her pussy lips. He rode the wet channel, his pelvis grinding hard against her clit with each forward motion.
She couldn’t drag in enough air. Fire raced through her veins, concentrated between her thighs where his hot flesh burned her. She’d said she wanted a big man. Raeder was huge.
“Open your eyes. Watch as I take you.” His voice was guttural.
She shook her head. If this was muted, what would reality be like? She felt everything, felt too much. She was going to explode.
Teeth bit her left nipple, punishing it, pulling it, stretching it.
“Oh, Stars.” She pulled back. Her nipple pulled free. Sharp teeth raked the length making her burn. She was on fire with her need for him.
His tongue flicked it. Clever fingers found her pussy under the water and stroked, teasing between the folds to find her clit. He stroked the tight knot of nerves.
She bucked against him. A line of sensation connected her nipples, her sheath and clit. She was on fire, burning up.
“Please.” She arched into his touch, wanted more but he moved back, teasing her.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s too much.”
He rubbed her clit, stroked her pussy and rimmed the opening of her vagina.
She rocked against him moaning.
“Do you want me here?” He pushed the tip of one finger just barely into her, stretching the small ring of muscle he’d tested before. He had to fight himself to keep from sinking his finger deep into her channel. He ached to bury his cock in her, but he would ready her first. She was so small. When he sank into her clinging heat, he was going to lose his mind.
“Yes. Please,” she begged.
“Open your eyes.” His touch moved away from her aching flesh. He wanted her to watch him take her. He wanted no doubt in her mind that it was he who took her. He was the only man for her, ever.
What was he doing to her? She wanted him. Over her. Inside her.
His mouth was possessive, clever, and not quite gentle as he captured her other breast. He sucked hard. She liked it rough and he would give her everything she wanted. No other man would ever satisfy her. He would see to that.
Her hands fisted in his hair. She wouldn’t let him stop. Not this time.
His mouth was hot and wet as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Her nipple was a hard berry against his tongue. He wanted to drink her in. “Burn for me,” he growled around her nipple.
Her hips pushed against him trying to force his finger deeper into her. Her inner muscles spasmed.
He pushed his finger farther into her welcoming heat.
She writhed against him. Stars, it felt huge, as big as a penis. Filling her.
The jut of his erection throbbed like a heartbeat against her abdomen. His cock felt as hard as granite yet silky.
Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her insides trembled. “I want you inside me, but I’m scared.”
His expression in his eyes softened. A half-smile lifted the corners of his sensual lips. He cupped her face in his hand, stroked her lips with his thu
mb. His eyes followed the movement. He’d never experienced tenderness before her. She was a surprise to him in many ways.
“What are you afraid of?”
“That you won’t fit inside me. That you will.”
She shivered. Her stomach clenched. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste his flesh. She licked at the rough skin of his thumb.
He pushed the digit into her mouth. “Suck it,” he ordered quietly.
She did as he directed. A low hum vibrated in her throat.
“Your sheath will love my cock. You were made to take me.” His eyes smoldered as he pulled his thumb almost free of her mouth. He pushed it back in, his eyes half-closed. Her channel, hot and wet, would swallow his cock as it was meant to.
She scraped her teeth along his digit as he pulled it back out. Looking at him from under her lashes she asked, “Does your cock taste anything like your thumb? Slightly salty?” She wanted to taste him.
His eyelids drooped and his color deepened. “You’ll find out, but not now. I want to be inside you, embedded to the hilt when I explode.” He blew on her nipple, smiled savagely when she shivered, her nipples jutting upward. “You’re so responsive. It’s like touching a dream. If we don’t get out of the water, I’ll take you here and I don’t want that. I want you in my bed thinking about nothing but me.”
He reached between her thighs, pushed his finger back into her hot, wet sheath. His expression was fierce. “You’re tight. Tight and hot. Squeezing me. You’ll take my cock in your cunt, won’t you, baby? You’ll make me come.”
His head dipped down. He caught her lower lip and nipped, licked and sucked. He kept up the suction as he pulled away. There was a moist, popping sound as her throbbing flesh sprang free.
Her stomach clenched. Each bite was a surprise and she liked it. The sharp sting, the unexpectedness of it.
“Come on,” he growled. He set her away from him and levered himself out of the pool. Reaching down, he caught her around the waist and lifted her out of the water. Another time they would make love in the pool, but not this time. Not the first time.
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