by Opal Carew
Downward he continued, kissing her feet, then nipping the tips of her toes. He massaged her feet, relaxing her until she was absolutely boneless. She cooed as he stroked up her calves, back to her inner thighs. The sensual pleasure of his lips and massaging fingers stroking along her vulnerable flesh, especially with her legs splayed helplessly wide, sent strands of sensual delight threading through her.
She arched her pelvis, wanting him to touch her moist opening. He laughed but skimmed past her curls and moved upward. A moment later, his lips found her mouth, his tongue spearing inside her. She sucked on it, wanting it deep inside her. He cupped her face and stroked down her temple along her jawline as he kissed her. She breathed in his musky, male scent, longing for his body to merge with hers.
He released her lips, then kissed her neck and down her chest. He licked the edge of her aureola again, but this time continued over the nubby flesh until he circled her nipple, the tip of his tongue swirling around the tight bead.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
She arched, pushing her breast farther into his mouth, her nipple buried in his warmth. He sucked, and she cried out at the glorious sensations bursting through her. He moved to the other nipple, his mouth escalating her desire. He lavished wonderful attention on both her breasts, from soft strokes of his fingertips to drawing her deep into his mouth and laving her rigid flesh to astonishing need.
Her vaginal muscles clenched, wanting him inside her.
“Terrien. Do it now.”
“Do what, my love?”
At his somber, forest green gaze, she bit back her intended command to fuck her. He wanted more from her and she needed him enough to give it to him.
“Make love to me.”
He smiled and shifted over her. She felt his deliciously rigid cock press against her flesh. Her breath caught in her lungs as he eased forward, sliding into her at an excruciatingly slow pace. She waited for him, quelling the urge to arch forward. He kissed her neck, just below her ear. A quiver of delightful sensation lit her nerve endings from her neck to the tips of her breasts. She shivered as he drew her firmly into his arms, almost the full length of his cock buried inside her.
“Oh, you feel so wonderful.” She nuzzled his neck, longing to kiss every part of him.
He surged forward. She moaned at the incredible pleasure. Her inner muscles tightened around him, squeezing his thick shaft. Groaning, he eased back and surged forward again. Her clit twitched, longing to be stimulated.
“Release my hands,” she whispered in his ear.
“No,” he murmured hoarsely, his breath sending tendrils of hair fluttering across her neck.
He surged forward and drew back slowly. She moaned at the feel of his immense cock stretching her. Then he plunged deep again. She felt dizzy as waves of delight washed through her. He glided back and plunged deep again. She arched her pelvis against him, longing to clutch his thick, muscular shoulders.
He pumped into her steadily now. The pleasure built within her, taking her to the very edge, where she hovered in excruciating need.
“Please, I’m so close. I don’t want to lose it.”
“You won’t,” he said with confidence.
The elusive orgasm welled closer, but then skittered away.
“I will.” Her whole body was stiff with anticipation mixed with frustration, sure that the prize would slip away.
He kissed her temple and thrust deep.
“You won’t. Trust me, my love.”
He shifted his hips and spiraled inside her. A thrilling sensation swirled through her, drawing the orgasm closer… Closer…
She groaned as it remained just out of reach. Every muscle in her body tensed, grasping for that elusive burst of pleasure.
“Just let go.” His hand slid behind her and stroked her lower back.
His soothing touch was pure magic. The tension drained from her and her muscles relaxed, while the pleasure continued building in her as he surged his long, hard cock in and out of her hot, wet passage. Incredibly, she felt the elusive “O” approach, then ignite around the edges of her consciousness.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, GOD!”
She was consumed by an intoxicating flame of pure ecstasy. She rode the wave of passion as his cock penetrated her to the core, her body bouncing beneath him, pummeled with pure bliss.
He exploded within her, sending her over the top again. Just as the second orgasm ebbed, he rocked his pelvis, then pivoted sideways, propelling her into another orgasm.
Her body vibrated in joyful pleasure. Time melted away as the euphoria claimed her totally.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath.
“You see? I am able to bring you an orgasm without you needing to pleasure yourself.”
He was right. He had brought her to orgasm, something a man had never done before, not without her help. Not just once but several times. And it was the most amazing pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life.
But…what if it was just a fluke? Last night might have been just because she’d been so primed, over such a long period of time. And this morning… What if that was just…luck? What if she never experienced anything like that again?
“It wasn’t luck, Crystal,” he said as if reading her mind.
To prove his point, he glided forward, sliding his cock into her again. Then he barely moved, just a slight vibration of his hips and she wailed as intense, bubbling pleasure crashed over her.
She gasped, hovering on the crest of the gigantic wave, then the orgasm surged through her. The world shattered around her and she moaned long and loud. When the pleasure slowed a little, he spiraled his hips and it exploded again. She screamed in pure ecstasy.
His lips drifted along her shoulder in butterfly kisses as he slowed his movements, releasing her from his sexual spell. She gasped in air, awash in amazement.
He brushed his lips on hers lightly, then smiled down at her, looking more satisfied than a man had a right to. Except, in his case, he did have that right after what he’d just given her.
She gazed at his face and the loving look in his eyes and somehow she knew it would be like that with him every time. He had a power over her. She shuddered at the thought, yet she still had an overwhelming need for closeness. The strange vulnerability frightened her, but at this moment, she was a slave to its demand.
“Hold me.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
He released her bonds and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his body. She curled up in his embrace, wanting the comfort of his touch, even though a part of her insisted it was his touch that frightened her.
She didn’t like anyone having power over her. The more he gave her such pleasure, the more she would want it, then need it. It would become an addiction.
She couldn’t allow that.
Crystal awoke in Terrien’s arms. She opened her eyes and glanced around, a little disoriented. It felt like it should be morning, but it was dark in the room, with the exception of soft, artificial light.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“It’s eleven-thirty in the morning your time,” Terrien said.
She pushed herself onto her elbows. Black sky and a field of stars were visible through the small window on the wall to the left of the bed. It was forever night aboard this ship. Always artificial light. No sunshine. This would take some getting used to.
She sighed. “I usually do a morning run in the park.”
“Well, we could go to the gym or how about a swim?”
“A swim? You have a pool aboard this ship?”
“Sure. We also have a river.”
She laughed. “A river? I'd like to see that.”
He kissed her, then pushed himself out of bed. She couldn’t help admiring his muscular physique, especially his long, dangling penis, remembering the pleasure it had given her.
“I’ll make you some breakfast first. Ham and cheese omelet, right?”
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�How did you know?” she asked.
He smiled. “I learned everything I could about you.”
After breakfast, Crystal glanced at the choice of bathing suits Terrien showed her on a video screen. She chose a sexy black bikini with a floral sarong and he pressed a button, then walked to a wall compartment, slid open a door and pulled out the neatly folded garments. She felt odd walking through the corridor of the spaceship in a bikini and sheer sarong, but the crew they passed, all in uniform, paid little attention except for the appreciative glances of a few of the men as they gazed at her ample show of bosom.
“It’s here.” Terrien turned toward a door and it slid open.
As she followed him through the doorway, she felt as if they were walking outdoors.
She stepped onto grass and walked past bushes as she gazed upward to see a blue sky, a few light, fluffy clouds and what appeared to be the sun.
“Wow. The sun and sky look so real. I assume this is some kind of virtual reality thing.”
“Unfortunately we don’t technology as advanced as represented in your science fiction yet. The water is real and flows around the circumference of the ship. The illusion of the natural setting is achieved with holograms. The river isn’t huge, but it’s pleasant to relax on a floater while the water carries you around or you can swim against the current to get a good workout.”
Crystal glanced at the river, which was about eight feet wide, surrounded by sandy beach. She took off her sandals, then stepped onto the soft, fine sand. It was warm and squished between her toes. She laughed at the sensual feel of it.
There were lounge chairs along the river, some occupied by other people. Terrien took her hand and led her toward a couple of free chairs a few feet from the water’s edge. She unfastened the sarong and pushed it into the beach bag Terrien had brought with them, then grabbed a towel from inside and draped it over the chair. She stretched out, soaking in the pleasant feel of the sun warming her skin.
She glanced around at the other people. Some wore bathing suits and others were completely naked. Most were just relaxing, but one couple was in a passionate embrace, while another had removed their swimsuits and were exploring each other’s bodies.
“Your people certainly seem to be comfortable with their sexuality. Unless this is a ship of perverts.”
He laughed. “No, this is pretty typical. There are appropriate and inappropriate places for sexual activity, but we’re not as restrictive as on your world. Public sexuality is fine in appropriate places.”
“Like beaches and swimming pools?”
“We also have lounges and clubs for such things. We have a special recreation room on the ship, called the Red Room, where people can enjoy each other sexually or watch others. Voyeurism is an accepted activity.”
“Hmm.” Her nipples puckered as she watched the couple five chairs away stroking each other.
The man’s hand slipped between the woman’s legs and his fingers glided inside her. She moaned, her hands stroking over his tight, naked buttocks, his cock swelling against her thighs.
“I’m going in the water,” Crystal announced, knowing if she watched much longer, she’d be jumping Terrien’s bones.
She stood up and walked across the sand, then stepped into the river. The water was a lovely temperature, eighty-five or so. Terrien grabbed some floater pads from a stack by the bushes and followed her. He handed her one and they both settled on them and allowed the gentle current to pull them along.
“You aren’t worried about our bag?” she asked as she watched their lounge chairs disappear in the distance.
“No. It’ll still be there when we get back.”
He looked so relaxed, stretched out on the mat with his eyes closed. She gazed at his gorgeous body, his sculpted muscles beaded with water droplets glistening in the sunlight. She settled back, too, enjoying the gentle buoying of the water as it carried them away.
After about twenty minutes, they returned to their lounge chairs. The couple who had been going at it were gone, but another couple nearby was well into foreplay. The woman’s head bobbed up and down on the man’s ample cock as she crouched beside him and he fingered her naked pussy. Crystal did her best to ignore them, even though the sight of the big cock gliding into her mouth made Crystal crave the same thing.
She lay back on the chair and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm feel of the simulated sunshine on her body. At the gentle brush of lips on her stomach, she opened her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked Terrien.
He tugged on the tie on one side of her bikini bottom, releasing the bow. She clamped her hand down on it.
“I don’t think so.”
He grinned. “Well, as long as you’re not sure.”
He tugged free the other bow.
Chapter 7
Crystal whisked his hands away and refastened the ties.
“Oh, I’m quite sure.”
He kissed the swell of her breast. “Why not? Wouldn’t it be exciting to know people were watching you?”
A shiver of excitement rushed through her and she glanced around. The other couple was now in full swing, the man thrusting into the attractive brunette beneath him. Another couple nearby was in a passionate embrace, also fully naked. Other people were watching them with avid interest.
Her gaze returned to the nearer couple, her heart pounding as the man pounded into the woman.
Crystal’s groin clenched. She wanted Terrien again. Right now.
“I…” She shook her head, unsure why she hesitated. Seeing the other couples enjoying each other sent an erotic charge through her and the thought of people watching her as she indulged in sexual play was a turn on.
But not with Terrien. When she was with him, she wanted it to be…private. Intimate.
He watched her face and smiled as if reading her thoughts. He leaned forward and kissed her, his lips moving on hers with a gentle pressure. Her arms slid around his neck, and she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Her heart thundered and her insides melted with need.
He drew her to her feet, their lips never parting. Her breasts, crushed against his hard, muscular chest, swelled with need, her nipples pushing into him. He drew back and smiled.
“You said you like to run in the mornings. How fast can you make it back to our quarters?” he asked with a grin.
She picked up the towel she’d been lying on, then tossed it at his face.
“Faster than you.” She turned and dodged to the door, laughing.
He swept up her sandals and the beach bag, then raced after her, the towel fluttering behind him as he ran. She dodged past the few people she encountered in the corridor, laughing and running until she reached his door only seconds before him. The door slid open, and they practically tumbled inside. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms while the door slid closed behind them. His lips caressed hers with a gentle passion.
God, but the man could kiss. She stroked down his hard chest, then over his rippled abs until she reached the top of his swim trunks, her fingers itching to feel his big, solid cock in her hand. He stripped away his trunks as she grabbed on to his shaft and stroked. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around his thick member, the mushroom head gliding into her mouth. She licked around, then nuzzled her tongue under the corona and teased as he groaned.
She stroked the kid-leather-soft flesh stretched over his iron shaft and sucked on him. Her insides ached with yearning to have him inside her, pumping deep and hard, driving her to scintillating joy. But more, she wanted to bring him pleasure and to experience that pleasure in a direct and primal way.
“Oh, come for me, baby,” she said, then licked the tiny hole oozing clear liquid, her hands wrapped firmly around him while she continued stroking. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
She took him deep again, and his fingers forked through her hair. He held her head within his big, warm hands.
“Gattra, woman. How can I resist?”
She stroked his tightening balls and sucked deeply, satisfaction spiking through her as he groaned again. She glided farther on his long shaft, taking him deep into her throat. Still he didn’t climax.
She drew him from her mouth and licked his length. Glancing up, she saw his tight features. Damn it, he was holding back.
“If you aren’t resisting, why aren’t you coming?” She wanted him to come. She wanted to know she could give him as much pleasure as he gave her.
“Because I love what you’re doing. I love that you want me.” He stroked her hair tenderly. “I don’t want it to end.”
She grinned at him. “I’m going to give you exactly ten seconds. Come, or I walk away.”
Without waiting for a response, she swallowed his cockhead and sucked—hard—then dove deep on him again. She spiraled her hands around the exposed part of his shaft while she bobbed up and down. Within a couple of heartbeats, his fingers tightened around her head and he groaned. Hot liquid spurted into her mouth, spilling out her lips before she could swallow it all. Still he kept erupting, as she gulped to keep up with him.
Finally, he relaxed. His shrunken cock slipped from her mouth.
She licked her lips and smiled at him. He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then kissed her. His tongue dove between her lips and his mouth consumed hers, his arms tightening around her to crush her tight to his body. Their hearts thumped together in unison.
“Gattra, woman. You are so fakkreh hot!”
“Mmm. You’re pretty fakray hot yourself.” She nuzzled under his chin as she wrapped her hand around his rising cock, but he swept her up and carried her into his bedroom.
He tossed her onto the bed and prowled over her. He stroked her thighs, pressing them wide. She felt her bikini bottoms slip away and his mouth burrow into her pussy with a vengeance. His tongue drove into her, then swept up to her clit as his fingers glided along her wet opening. Several pushed inside her. Before she could catch her breath, pleasure launched through her. She gasped, then released the air from her lungs as his fingers stretched her. He sucked her clit and she arched against his mouth.
