Terran Realm Vol 1-6

by Dee, Bonnie

  Justin spent only a moment playing with her pussy and pinching her clitoris until she gasped, then he turned her around to soap her backside. He rubbed the sponge over her shoulders and arms then up and down her back. His cock stood straight out from his body as though reaching for her. It quivered in anticipation as he began to lather the round globes of her ass and the crack between them.

  Elyse knew what was coming. She moved her legs farther apart and braced her hands on the tile wall, leaning forward and exposing her puckered hole to him.

  Justin dropped the sponge and stroked his hands down the slick slope of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and again insinuating his finger in her hole.

  She made a guttural sound of approval and pushed back against him.

  He reamed her ass, pushing one finger then two in and out of the resistant sphincter. After pumping them in and out several times, Justin paused to soap up his cock, lubricating it thickly with lather. It pulsed and quivered in his slick grip. He replaced his fingers with the head of his dick and pushed into Elyse’s tight channel with a grunt. Her inner muscles released and let him inch slowly further and further inside.

  Bracing his hands next to hers on the shower wall, Justin cupped his body around hers and drove himself inside her with a hard thrust that planted him balls deep.

  “Oh gods,” she groaned. “It’s so full!”

  So tight. Justin’s thought came simultaneously, but he didn’t voice it. He remained buried in her for several moments, pressing his chest against her back, kissing the side of her wet hair. Then he straightened, took hold of her hips, and slowly pulled out. Her sphincter released him reluctantly by degrees. When his cock was almost fully disengaged, Justin rammed back into her again.

  Elyse cried out at the force and violence of his thrust then gasped, “Again! Fuck me!”

  Justin couldn’t have slowed or halted if he wanted. His dick had a single purpose in mind—stay inside the woman. He pumped in and out, watching with fascination the erotic sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing from her body, her backdoor stretching impossibly wide around it. He slipped one hand around her waist and felt for her clit. Finding it, he massaged the erect bud with sure strokes of his finger.

  Elyse moaned and gripped his shaft even harder in response to his stroking. The straight stretch of her back and the curved roundness of her ass were a beautiful sight. Her wet hair was darkened from its usual coppery color and hung down in curtains on either side of her face, baring the pale, vulnerable nape of her neck. Elyse whimpered and called out encouragement. She changed position, taking her hands from the wall and bending completely over so they were braced on the floor. The impossibly limber position thrust her ass up even more, changing the angle of penetration.

  Justin took his finger from her clit when she changed position and gripped her hips with both hands again. He bit his lip, grunting with each solid thrust. Hot water coursed down his back and warm, pliant woman-flesh pressed against his front. The erotic display of Elyse’s up-thrust butt and her submissive posture, hands to the floor, combined to send a new, even greater wave of lust rushing through him.

  All his aches and pains from the earlier fighting disappeared and Justin felt rejuvenated, powerful and vigorous, bursting with life. A few more strokes in and out and the pressure in his cock built to the point of crisis. His balls drew up tightly followed by waves of ecstasy shuddering through him. He came inside her tight, hot channel in strong pulses, jets of semen pouring from him in a dizzying release. He gave a low, primal groan, legs shaking as he struggled to remain upright. When the last wave had faded, he pulled his depleted cock from inside her and slumped against the wall. Water coursed down his body, washing away any remaining traces of his orgasm.

  Elyse straightened. She moved back under the water, letting it bathe her back and buttocks then she turned to face Justin, sliding her hands up his chest. “You like that, baby?” she asked in a throaty murmur.

  He was too weak to nod, and just gazed at her through the swirl of steam.

  She picked up the abandoned sponge and squeezed more bath gel on it. Working it into lather, she soaped his shoulders, arms and chest, sliding the soft sponge over his skin with long, sensuous strokes. She smoothed it over his abdomen toward his groin, then dropped to her knees to wash his legs all the way down to his feet. Lifting his flaccid penis in her hand, Elyse bathed it with the sponge—tip to balls, before rinsing it clean.

  Her fondling fingers worked magic, massaging his penis back to semi-rigidity, but after a moment, she abandoned the project and rose to her feet. “Turn around,” she ordered.

  Feeling bonelessly warm and comfortable, Justin obeyed. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the soothing sensation of her washing his back, arms, ass, legs and feet. When she’d finished, she stood and scratched her nails very lightly up and down his back, a promise of things to come that sent a shiver through him. Then her touch disappeared and Justin glanced over his shoulder to see her opening the bottle of shampoo.

  She squeezed a dollop on her hand then handed the bottle to him.

  He washed his short hair quickly, then turned to help her with hers. The fluffy white suds covered her hair. He took her hands away and plunged his own into the mass of curls and lather, massaging from her forehead to the base of her skull.

  Elyse made a soft sound of contentment as he pressed his fingertips into her scalp. “You can do this every day. It feels great.”

  Every day. How long was she staying here? It suddenly occurred to Justin he’d invited her to stay without setting boundaries of any kind. What was the nature of their new relationship? Was she a temporary houseguest, a lover, a mate, a life’s companion? It was too early to define it and there was still a lot of baggage, at least on his end, about trust. It wouldn’t be easy to forget what she’d done, to move past it, but on the other hand, he couldn’t imagine letting her go. Like it or not, there was a connection between them, some kind of unalterable bond that defied severance.

  He rinsed the shampoo from her hair and combed the strands out with his fingers.

  She turned to face him and he drew her into his arms, holding her slick, wet body against his as the hot water cooled to lukewarm.

  “We’d better get out,” he finally said, reluctantly releasing her to turn off the tap.

  Wrapped in huge bath towels, they padded back to Justin’s room.

  Elyse took possession of his bed again, dropping her towel on the floor and throwing herself on the mattress with a bounce. She tossed her hair back and reclined on her elbows, chest jutting out provocatively. “I like your room. Big bed. Lots of room for maneuvering.”

  “I like you in my bed,” he replied, picking up her towel and placing it with his over the footboard. He crawled over Elyse’s prone body until he lay on top of her, looking down into her face. He dipped his head to kiss her lips lightly. “I like you in my house.”

  “Trina doesn’t. She despises me. No surprise. But I think she hated me before I … did what I did. Don’t think she likes another woman taking Daddy’s attention away from her.”

  Justin grimaced. “Please don’t. That sounds too weird.”

  “True though. I’m like the evil stepmother or something. Well, evil, anyway.”

  “She’ll get over it, Trina has an open, generous nature. She likes pretty much everyone and I’m sure she’ll give you another chance.”

  “Keep on dreaming.”

  Evidently tired of talking, Elyse pulled him down to her mouth for a kiss and Justin lost interest in discussing his ward.

  He pulled lightly on her lower lip with his teeth then traced his tongue over it. Dipping his tongue between her lips, he tasted her toothpaste-minty mouth—she had shared his brush without asking—and explored the terrain of her teeth, tongue and palate.

  He kissed her hard and deeply until his lips tingled from it, then he pulled away and pressed kisses to her soft cheek and the angle of her jaw. As he slid his mouth down her sweet-s
cented neck, Elyse giggled and squirmed. He’d forgotten how ticklish she was. He could have fun with that later. Images of her tied, helpless and screaming as he tortured her with a feather or silk tassel set his cock swelling.

  Justin put the thoughts aside and concentrated on the task at hand. He wanted to give Elyse a simple, pure orgasm, no bondage or head games this time, just a sort of welcome-to-my-home cunnilingus.

  He kissed across the sharp blades of her collarbones down to the soft swell of her cleavage. Oh how he loved that territory, the gentle rise of two perfect mounds topped with rock-hard nipples. He devoured her breasts, first one, then the other, covering them with kisses, licking up the slope to the pinnacle of each then drawing the turgid nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.

  Elyse threaded her fingers through his hair, holding his head as he suckled. She whimpered in delight and arched her back, offering her breasts up to him. He adored the vulnerable sound of her whimpers, whines and moans as much as the rough curses and primal growls and grunts she let out when she really got worked up. All of her sounds struck a chord in him, vibrating in his muscle and bone, escalating his sexual yearning.

  Reluctantly, he finally abandoned her tits to kiss a path down her taut belly to her smooth pubis. Her stomach jerked as his tongue danced across it and her legs tensed in anticipation of his mouth on her pussy. He made her wait for it, licking delicately around her core, up her inner thighs, over her hipbone and back again. He licked right to the edge of her flushed lips, then backed off again. Her clitoris was already erect, standing upright from its bright pink hood, begging to be sucked.

  Justin waited until Elyse whined for it and let out a strangled, “Oh please! Please!” then he lapped across the tiny rosebud with a broad flat sweep of his tongue.

  She moaned and thrust toward his mouth.

  He held her hips pinned flat to the bed and began to torture her, flicking his tongue around her clit, delving deeply into her slit to taste her musky juices then licking back up to her clit again.

  She tried to buck and it took some strength to hold her down as he continued to tease her. It took another “Oh God, please! Just do it already,” before he would give her what she craved.

  He swirled his tongue around and over her clit, then lapped repeated feathery strokes over it. When he’d lulled her into expecting the tender treatment to continue, he suddenly bit the little bud, a sharp nip that made Elyse scream and set her convulsing. She cursed and thrashed, and he let her go so she could rise up off the bed with a great arch of her back.

  He enjoyed her body’s flight into ecstasy and the rapturous look on her face, eyes closed, mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ of delight. He enjoyed it so much, as a matter of fact, that his burgeoning erection swelled even harder.

  As Elyse came down from her high, hitting the bed with a bump, fists clenching the sheet on either side, breath rasping in and out of her chest, Justin climbed on top of her, ready to fill her again. He positioned himself at her entrance just as her eyelids flickered open and she looked up at him.

  “Oh no, buddy. Not after you made me wait like that.” She pushed her hands against his chest, hooked her foot around the back of his leg and flipped him, rolling on top. Straddling him, her breath still ragged, eyes sparkling with mischief, she grinned. “My turn now. Just relax and enjoy.”

  She leaned down and kissed his cheek, a light touch like the brush of a leaf. “Does it hurt?”

  He’d forgotten he had a bruise blossoming where knuckles had caught him right on the point of his cheekbone. “Nu-uh. Not any more.”

  “See, I told you I’d kiss everything better.” She pressed her mouth to his face, forehead, eyelids, nose, jaw, a rain of gentle kisses covering him completely.

  He closed his eyes and surrendered to her ministrations as she kissed her way down his throat, skimming her hands across the breadth of his shoulders then over his chest. She stopped with her palms in the center of his breastbone, pressing, feeling his heartbeat, then she kissed him there, right above his heart.

  Her lips skated to the right, across his pectoral muscle, latching onto a tight nipple and sucking it in.

  He shifted and groaned quietly. Her fingers toyed with his other nipple and he waited for the inevitable pinch, pull or twist he’d come to expect from Elyse. But this time, she played gently, stroking his chest and only lightly tweaking his nipple. She moved her mouth from one tit to the other, giving each fair treatment. And as she licked and sucked, her hands never stopped moving, stroking up and down his sides, touching each bump of his ribcage, massaging his pectoral muscles, fluffing through the hair on his belly.

  Justin stretched like a cat being caressed. With one hand, he idly stroked Elyse’s hair, still heavy and damp from the shower.

  She moved down his torso toward his groin, stroking with her hands and kissing a trail all the way to his cock. Her hand slid under his balls, cupping and fondling them. She wrapped a hand firmly around his shaft and held it for a moment, her thumb gliding back and forth over the head, spreading the seeping moisture around. Then she lowered her head and slowly sucked him into her mouth. As she engulfed him deeply in her throat, she hummed quietly, sending vibrations into his throbbing cock.

  Once more she simply held him that way for a long moment without moving her hand or mouth, as if savoring the feel and flavor of his cock, then she began to stroke up and down. Her touch was gentle, her grip firm, but slow and easy. This wasn’t normal Elyse behavior. She was usually rough with him. Tonight she seemed to be expressing something different, an aspect she hadn’t shown before.

  Her massaging hand on his balls and her inexorable stroking up and down the length of his shaft sent a growing sense of urgency through him. She released his cock from her mouth and blew on the wetness, cooling the throbbing heat. For a moment there was a complete cessation of movement as she let go of him, leaving him in anticipation, then she took his cock in hand again and licked once all the way from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head. She waited a beat, then licked again, a long, slow stroke up the length of his dick. She nibbled the ridge around the head then sucked it back into her mouth.

  Justin lifted his hips, thrusting forward. Heat and wetness surrounded him, but he wanted more. He craved to be even deeper, buried inside her until they became one. “Come up here now,” he urged.

  Elyse obligingly abandoned his cock and crawled up his body. Her skin sliding over his was like velvet, soft and smooth. She settled herself with the tip of his cock brushing against her wet entrance, leaned on her elbows and looked down at him. “Is this what you want?” She eased her opening down onto his rigid shaft. “A little of this?” Her inner muscles were strong around him, sucking him in.

  “Yes,” he hissed, pushing up to fill her more deeply.

  “Ah-ah,” she admonished, pulling away and leaving his cock naked and cold. “Let me do it.”

  He settled beneath her, waiting impatiently.

  Elyse lowered herself onto him again in leisurely increments. Her enveloping warmth took him in bit by bit, achingly slowly. Justin quivered with the need to plunge inside, but he held back, letting her take her time and tease him.

  His eyes were closed to better enhance the sensation, but Elyse demanded, “Look at me.”

  He opened them to meet her gaze. Her pale eyes shone like two stars, catching the ambient light in the room and reflecting it with an almost unearthly brightness. She breathed shallowly in and out as her body rose and fell, taking him all the way into her body then releasing him again. Her eyes transmitted a silent message, something deep for which there were no words.

  Justin felt a strong stir of emotion as their gazes locked together and an answering feeling rose inside him. It was a sense of recognition, of homecoming, of completion such as he’d never experienced in his entire life. She was part of him. She belonged with him, and the union of their two bodies made a covenant of it.

  “Oh.” Elyse gasped, eyes widening as she felt it to
o. She continued to move up and down on him, tenderly, but with more speed and insistence now.

  “Yes,” he whispered, putting his hands on her hips, just resting them there, not trying to guide her speed. He thrust upward again, matching her pace perfectly. They moved in unison, a graceful rhythm of two bodies in sync. Rising. Falling. Coming together and pulling apart in the ancient symmetry of sex.

  Justin felt an escalating sense of need as he ascended toward completion. His thrusts grew deeper and harder. Simultaneously, Elyse’s tempo increased, her breath louder and low moans reverberating in her chest as she rode him.

  Suddenly his body vibrated like a high-tension wire as he reached the critical point of desire and ecstasy burst through him. The orgasm was unexpected, quieter and subtler than the dynamic ones he was used to, but no less powerful. His breath caught and held as he plunged into the void.

  Elyse gave a soft cry as her body clenched around him, letting him know she was coming too. They soared together in temporary flight.

  When the last pulsing wave faded, she collapsed onto his chest, her hands clinging to his shoulders.

  Justin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, trying to hang onto the echoes of feeling that had accompanied their joining. It had been something unique, more intense than anything they’d shared before. Silence was more eloquent than words and neither of them detracted from the experience by saying how amazing it had been. Instead, they lay together silently as the dark square of window turned to the pale gray of morning.

  Justin couldn’t sleep. Despite the long, arduous day, the physical strain of fighting and the intensive bout of lovemaking with Elyse, he couldn’t relax. His adrenaline had been pumping for too many hours with the tension of escape from Brody, then facing Donovan’s questioning. He couldn’t turn off his thoughts. When he closed his eyes, images flashed in his mind.