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Sapphire looked into the dressing room mirror and smiled at Lord Maximus’ image where her reflection had been moments before. Maximus had long, wavy, hair of dark brown that reached nearly to his waist. He was handsome, with an ageless face and pale, smooth, white skin. His style was old, Earth prior to the twentieth century old. His waistcoat of blood red silk contrasted to the black of his jacket.
"Thor tells me you have a slight problem with a telepath."
Sapphire wasn’t surprised he knew about it. She wasn’t even mad at Thor for telling him. Maximus had a way of drawing out the truth. Slowly, she answered, "One’s been following me for awhile now, but I don’t think he means to harm me. In fact, I kind of feel something for him. Don’t ask me to explain it, I can’t."
"You know who he is?" Lord Maximus asked. His dark eyes swirled with curiosity.
"Yes," Sapphire answered honestly. "It’s why I called. I want permission to take a lover."
"You don’t need my permission," Maximus chuckled. "All I’ve ever asked of you was discretion and prudence. You have shown me you are capable of both. You help me, I help you. I don’t own you, my little gemstone."
"Your blessing then," Sapphire said. "You’ve been good to me and I feel as if I should tell you, as my friend, what’s going on with me. I know someone had to have mentioned to you how out of it I’ve been this last month."
Lord Maximus smiled, giving away that he indeed had been told. "You will be careful, won’t you gemstone? Telepaths can easily confuse the senses."
"I will, I promise. I don’t want you worrying." Sapphire smiled. "I have Thor here if anything happens."
"Maybe you should have Thor stay in the room with you--just until you’re sure about this guy," Lord Maximus proposed.
Sapphire had to admit the idea of someone watching her thrilled her, but she shook her head. Thor was her friend and she wouldn’t ask him to be in that uncomfortable position. He only had eyes for Quartz and she wouldn’t do anything to ruin his chances with the woman.
"No," Sapphire answered. "I’ll be fine."
"Well, I know never to argue with a beautiful woman. In such a battle, a man will never win." Lord Maximus gave a small wave of his hand. She smiled and returned the gesture as the screen turned off and her reflection was in front of her once more.
Sapphire smiled dreamily. A small laugh escaped her, as she whispered, "Roark."
Chapter Six
That night, Sapphire pulled the sides of her hair up, away from her face. Large dark curls trickled around her shoulders, framing her features. She was barely dressed in a long see-through coat of white gauze with white chandelle feathers that wrapped around the back of her neck, coming forward to cover her breasts and nothing else. The coat hung open revealing her stomach and a skimpy pair of transparent, white thong panties. A smaller row of white fur lined the top edge of the thong, giving it just enough decoration to be sexy, but not overbearingly so.
By the time her door opened to reveal Roark, her body was nearly jumping in anticipation. She’d been unable to think of anything else all day. A little too eager, her bare feet landed on the floor so she could stand to greet him. He wore a tight pair of shiny, black, vinyl pants and a loose black shirt.
His dark eyes found her instantly. He gave her a knowing smile and instantly crossed over the floor. Without speaking, he came to her, crushing his lips in a kiss that was all passion.
His tongue was warm as it delved past the barrier of her teeth to meet hers. His lips moved with an expert grace that left her panting and weak. Their lips battled, thrusting in and out as they drank the taste of the other. She’d been surprised to remember that he hadn’t even kissed her the night before.
The long form of his body nestled into her thighs, pressing the unmistakable outline of his hard cock into her stomach. Moisture pooled down from her thighs, soaking her panties completely. She moaned into his mouth, rubbing her breasts to his muscled chest, letting the achy, stiff peaks find their pleasure in his hard warmth. His hands curled around to cup her ass firmly, massaging and squeezing the cheeks.
Sapphire pulled back, blinking in breathless amazement. His lips tried to follow hers, but she did manage to ask, "Who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?"
"Shhh," he answered her, gripping her bare ass tighter.
Sapphire blinked as he lifted her up and brought her to the bed. He set her down and stepped back. Slowly, he pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. Her eyes devoured him, loving the grace of his movements. Her mouth went dry. His smell was in her head, teasing her senses. Her body was on fire and she knew this time, she wasn’t letting him go until she’d had her way with him.
A small smirk came to his features and she realized that he probably could hear the thoughts in her head. She shivered, a little nervous about being such an open book. But, as his fingers moved to his waistband to pull his large cock free, she didn’t protest.
He eased the pants from his legs, his unveiling as seductive to the senses as her act on stage. Her mouth began to water, remembering how he felt inside it. Licking her lips, she looked him over as he stood naked and proud before her.
Roark had a great body without a measure of fat. He took care of himself and it showed. The muscles beneath his skin bunched as he moved. His legs and hips looked as delicious as she thought they would. But, it wasn’t his legs that caught and held her full attention.
As she watched, his cock seemed to lengthen now that it was completely free, growing to even larger. The tiny bumps moved in circles, almost hypnotically. Her thighs clenched--half in fear and half in anticipation. Beneath the massive shaft, where she expected to find the soft globes of his balls, she saw he instead had a smaller, stubbier protrusion. She hadn’t seen it the night before because it had been covered by his pants. She gulped. Two cocks?
Her heart leapt in her chest and her round eyes moved to look at him in wonder. The small grin was still there, confident and sure. He stepped back to her and, taking her hand, drew it to his shafts so she could explore.
"Are you frightened?" he whispered leaning to brush his lips to hers in a soft caress.
"I.…" she panted, exploring the rotating, bumpy texture of the first penis, only to reach down to feel the small, smoother texture of the second. "I’ve never seen a man with two before."
"Ahh," he murmured. His hand moved down to dip between them. Grabbing her thong, he tore it off her body with ease, leaving her bare. Running his fingers into her moist slit, he found her opening buried between her sensitive folds. He dipped his finger inside her, getting it wet as he stroked into her tight cavern. "One for here."
Sapphire shivered. Her hand stilled as she felt him slide his fingers in and out, keeping an agonizingly shallow depth. Then, his fingers soaked with her cream, he traced back into the cleft of her ass. She reached up to hold onto his shoulders, her fingers working furiously.
Probing the small, tight rosette he found buried in the soft cheeks, he whispered, "And one for here."
Sapphire let loose a small delicate cry as he slipped his moist finger into the tight circle of her ass. She’d experimented with such things, but never actually done more than a thin vibrator. Her hips searched against him, waiting more. Her body was on fire, stinging with the bittersweet ache of need. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him conquering her depths.
"Do you like that?" he whispered huskily.
"Uh-huh," she breathed.
"Good," Roark withdrew his hand. He untied the feathery coat at her breast and let it slide to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Bending over, he took one erect nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. She tensed. Her arms lifted to wrap around his strong neck, tangling in his hair. His mouth gave the same thorough treatment to the other side before letting it go. "Now, get on the bed."
Sapphire instantly obeyed, crawling back on her hands. Her wide, blue eyes stared up at him. He circled around the bed. Then, starting at h
er feet, he began to touch her, massaging and caressing with his hands and mouth and tongue, as he moved up her body. She squirmed, trying to wrap her legs around his waist to pull him closer. Need built inside her, fierce in its hunger. Every inch of her stung, past the point of torture she’d been in for the last month or longer.
This man had been in her dreams and every part of her body knew him, recognized him, wanted him. She felt connected to him like she’d never felt connected before. The world faded away until they were the only two left in it. Sapphire wasn’t sure how it happened. Her mind yelled that he was a stranger. Her heart yelled back that some things are known without words.
A loud moan escaped her as his mouth finally nibbled its way up her inner thigh. She stiffened, waiting for him to claim her sensitive clit between his teeth. She wasn’t disappointed. His hot mouth latched onto her as his tongue moved up and down between the delicate folds.
Roark groaned, "You taste so good. Better than in my dreams."
Sapphire bucked on the bed as he began to hungrily devour her. His strong arms wrapped about her legs, angling her towards his mouth. His tongue, which seemed to grow in length, dipped deeper inside her quivering pussy as he began to stroke her, in and out, in and out.
When the first tremors began to rack through her, he pulled back, keeping her from falling completely over the edge. Sapphire looked down at him. He was smiling at her, his mouth glistening with the moisture from her body. He was bold, so very sure of himself. His long tongue poked from his lips and she watched in fascination as he drew it from the sensitive top arch of her slit, over her navel, up between the valley of her breasts. The entire time, his dark eyes pierced into hers.
Strong, dark hands glided up over her tanned flesh, moving over her hips and sides until they wrapped around her large breasts. His palms over flowed as his smothered his face between them, tweaking the hard peaks and rolling them beneath his thumb.
Sapphire’s back arched as she cried out softly. It was almost too much. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his unique cock moving within her depths. But, somehow, she knew he was in control, he understood what was happening between them. She didn’t care. She wanted him to take the lead, liked that he was confident enough to come to her without asking permission or groveling at her feet, telling her she was beautiful so many times the words no longer had meaning.
A growl erupted, vibrating her breasts. He broke from them to thoroughly tease one nipple into his mouth then the other. Shock waves moved in a warm roll throughout her body.
"Roark," she begged, whimpering. She tried to work her legs around his perfect hips. Her dark hair tossed back and forth on the pillow. Her body was so wet, so ready. Her fingers dug into his silken locks, trying to force him to her lips. "Please, Roark."
As if those were the words he’d been waiting for, he lifted his body above hers, kissing her with brief intensity before rising up. She watched his eyes close as the large, throbbing cockhead brushed against her moist slit. He drew it back and forth, working the cream of her body down through the cleft of her ass.
Roark’s gorgeous body strained and she knew he was taking it slow, trying to make it easy on her. His enormous cock stretched her wide. She felt the circling bumps along his shaft along her tight passage. The strange sensation caused a moan to escape her lips. She became mindless. Anchoring her heels into the bed, she thrust up, forcing him hard and deep.
He slid inside her, groaning in masculine approval of her need. No longer holding back, he lifted her up and pulled back so she was sitting on top of him. His hands dug into the cheeks of her ass, spreading and kneading her as he brought her body down hard on top of him.
Sapphire shivered, lifting up to move him inside her. It felt wonderful. His second cock slid back and forth, teasing her tight rosette but not probing. His mouth led a scorching trail of hot kisses over her neck and shoulder before finding her breasts. He kissed the large globes with manly fascination.
When Sapphire’s body adjusted to his size, he reached around, grabbing the smaller cock in his hands. Roark massaged it gently, causing a natural lubricant to ease from the tip. Sapphire continued to ride him. She panted loudly, seeking her release.
Roark brought the smaller cock to her rosette. His hand tightened on her hip to slow her movements. Her eyes widened to stare at him. His lids fell heavy over his eyes as he worked himself back and forth, easing his way inside her tight ass.
A groan of ecstasy left him at that first probe. Sapphire closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. But, as he thrust both cocks at once, she cried out. Pleasure rippled through her body like never before. It was almost too much for her to take, but her cries for mercy merely came out in whimpering moans of enjoyment.
A dam broke within her, flooding his body with her juices. She pushed him onto his back and began to ride him hard and mindless, moving the glorious cocks in unison. She was so full, so close to that perfect moment. Her nails dug into his hard chest. He lay back, grunting his approval as she took over.
Animalistic sounds of pleasure escaped them. The tension built like never before. Her body began to clench and tremble around him. Molten lava replaced her blood. The tension was too much. She was sure she’d die if she didn’t come soon.
Suddenly, she exploded, quaking on top of him with a tremendous force. Sapphire screamed, not caring who heard her cries. She wanted everyone to know how good she felt in that perfect moment. All that waiting, all the tension left her as her tight passages clamped and milked a matching response from Roark’s body.
Roark jerked violently beneath her. She felt both cocks explode with his seed, dampening her more as her body drank him up. The tremors seemed to last forever. When they finally subsided, she didn’t want to move. His body was deeply imbedded inside her and she knew she’d never be the same again.
Chapter Seven
With grace and control, Roark sat up and kissed her deep and slow. When he pulled back, his dark eyes gazed languidly at her. He grinned, nuzzling her nose with his before lifting her up off of him.
A small whimper left her and she felt empty without him. Her hands automatically clung to his neck. With great tenderness, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the decontaminator. He held her to his chest, keeping her upright as her knees wobbled. His lips brushed against her temple.
She felt his heart beating, steady and sure, matching the rhythm in her chest. A fear came over her, the fear of not having more than this one night. She wanted him, felt as if she knew him. But she couldn’t lay voice to the words so she stayed quiet, tightly clinging to him as the unit cleaned their bodies.
Afterwards, he picked her back up and carried her to the bed. Arranging their bodies beneath the covers, he pulled her into her arms and held her close. His lips again brushed her temple.
"I’m glad you decided to stay," she whispered shyly into his chest. Sapphire let her fingers glide to his naked hip.
The statement seemed to take him by surprise and he leaned back to study her face. "Why wouldn’t I stay?"
"Well," Sapphire began before giving a delicate shrug. "I wasn’t sure if you would. I mean, I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you really."
This second statement seemed to take him even more by surprise. His dark eyes narrowed in question. "You don’t feel it?"
"Feel what?" she asked, weakly. She averted her eyes. She did feel something, but it was insanity to lay voice to it. She’d only known him two days.
"What’s insanity?" he asked, revealing that he’d heard her thoughts.
"I.…" Sapphire blushed. "I … I can’t explain it. I feel…"
A small sound left her and she lowered her eyes to stare at his throat. His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer.
"You feel for me," he stated without censure. Taking his fingers, he traced a delicate path down to her heart. The movement stirred her blood, causing her passion for him to reawaken. "You feel for me here."
Sapphi
re tensed. Was she that obvious? Did he think her crazy? A woman who fell into bed and into love on a whim?
"No, I think none of those things." Roark frowned. "And you do know me. Our minds have been meeting since the first moment I saw you, nearly six months ago on Quazer. Every time I invaded your thoughts, I’ve left a piece of myself behind."
His hands moved down over her hip only to come up between her thighs, rubbing her clit in small, lazy circles. A soft gasp of pleasure left her.
"I’ve been seeing all those naughty fantasies you keep in your head," he admitted.
Sapphire blushed profusely.
"Don’t worry. I want us to experience them all. Anything you want, you will have." Roark’s promise washed over her, as his finger dipped inside her hot channel. "You won’t even have to ask, I’ll just know."
"How? Why?" she whispered.
He leaned down to kiss her, stroking his tongue across the seam of her lips. Whispering against her, he said, "Because we were meant to be."
"How can you say that? We just met. I know nothing about you."
"Our souls know each other. Our bodies recognize each other. Our subconscious minds have been lovers a long time." He grinned. "Conscious minds are always slower to catch up. I suppose, being a telepath, I forget that not everyone understands these connections as I do. I’m not good at stating everything verbally, Sapphire, for that I’m sorry. Some things are just known to me. I just assumed you felt it too and understood it."
"I do," she whispered. "In a way."
"Close your eyes, feel our connection."
Sapphire obeyed, feeling him next to her physically. She felt his mind inside her, gently brushing up against her thoughts. Her body recognized him, as did her soul. A sigh left her and she felt safe within his arms. For some reason she trusted him completely.
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