by Solange Ayre
He got up from the bed.
Dismayed, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“I forgot something.” He patted her hip. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Very funny.” She watched him open a drawer and look through it.
“Here it is,” he said, returning to the bed holding a silver cylinder about the size of a pencil. He held it over her breasts and pressed the end of the cylinder. A thin stream of liquid shot out, landing on her right nipple. Briefly cold, the liquid dissipated in a few seconds.
“What does that do?” she asked as he sprayed her left nipple.
He aimed the cylinder lower. She lifted her hips, startled as the icy spray teased the entrance to her vagina. “You’ll see.”
So he wasn’t going to tell her. Well, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking again.
He stretched out on the bed beside her. “What did you do yesterday?” he said in a conversational tone.
“Nothing much.” Aside from shopping for your magnificent present. “What about you?” A strange tingling surrounded her nipples, a feeling of heat and longing.
“I saw a few patients,” he said.
Her nipples demanded to be touched, to be squeezed and sucked and licked. The same intense need invaded her vagina. She shifted her hips restlessly.
“I thought this holiday was all about mating,” she complained.
“We’ll get to it. Don’t be so impatient.”
Impatient? Why didn’t he touch her? She wanted his hands on her breasts. She looked down. Her nipples protruded, rosy and flushed.
She’d never experienced such furious longing. If her hands hadn’t been bound, she’d have rubbed her nipples while thrusting her fingers inside her pussy. Why didn’t he mount her?
“That spray was an aphrodisiac!” she said.
He merely smiled and turned on his elbow. “How do you feel right now?”
“If you don’t touch me this instant, I’m going to scream!”
“Are you sorry you tortured me yesterday?”
“Yes,” she gasped. She’d say anything if only he would touch her. Lick her. Fuck her.
“Truly sorry?”
“Delos!” The longing was driving her mad.
Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take it one more second, he knelt between her thighs and put his palms over her breasts, rubbing hard. She sighed with the pure delight of his hands.
She needed more. “Harder,” she begged. “Squeeze my nipples.”
He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, pressing and twisting. She moaned, back arching, while the insatiable demand in her vagina grew stronger. His rough handling of her nipples sent waves of arousal directly to her pussy.
He’d been erect for ages. Why didn’t he thrust inside her?
He positioned his long, hard cock at her entrance. She lifted her hips, trying to rub against the large head.
“Please!” The hunger was overwhelming. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her soon.
With a long, soul-satisfying slide of his cock, he filled her. Blessed relief overwhelmed her.
It had cost him something to hold back. She could tell by the way he took her with animalistic ferocity, plunging in again and again with deep, fast thrusts. Her gasps of pleasure quickly turned to shrill cries. Her pussy thrilled with delight each time he plunged forward and clutched his cock, reluctant to release him every time he pulled back.
Her orgasm built and peaked swiftly, overwhelming her with crashing waves of sensation. She screamed, head thrown back, fingers digging into his buttocks. He moved faster…faster…pushing her orgasm higher.
Finally he stilled, climaxing with a wordless shout.
Afterward he released the cord, rubbing her arms to soothe the slight numbness. She nestled against his chest, drinking in his words as he whispered how much he loved her, how he couldn’t wait to mate again.
He kissed her neck and shoulders while she sighed and moaned. Through the sensual afterglow, she thought about the gift. The glittering copper would look wonderful against his pale-brown skin. How proud she’d be, admiring her Primus husband.
“Janis?”
“Hmmm?”
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“Why?”
“Why do you always argue?” he said impatiently. “Just close them.”
She obeyed, feeling the mattress shift as he left the bed. Her ears told her he was opening a drawer. When he returned, he commanded the bed to form a sitting angle.
She yawned and sat up. He laid something in her lap.
“I bought you a present for the holiday,” he told her. Opening her eyes, she blinked down at a plastic and metal object. About the size of a clock radio, it had a speaker on each end.
An Earth-made docking station for an MP3 player.
“Where did you find this?” she asked in wonder, cradling it in her hands.
“I bought it from one of the Brides.” He beamed at her. “Now we’ll be able to listen to your strange Earthian music.” Grabbing her hand, he squeezed. “Let’s go to your cabin and try it.”
Pain rippled through her. She hated to quench his delight. “I-I sold my music player,” she confessed.
“You sold it?” He stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief. “Why would you sell your most precious possession?”
“I needed delikins.”
“For what?”
Jumping out of bed, she hurried to the drawer and found his present. Bringing it to him, she said, “I wanted to give you something for the holiday.”
“You bought me a present!” His voice shook. He looked down at the package, turning it over in his hands. “What is it?”
“Open it and see!”
“But why is there paper all around it?”
“That’s what we do on Earth. We wrap presents.”
“How odd.” Carefully he removed the paper, revealing the copper half-band. Instead of exclaiming with surprise and pleasure, he stared down at it, dumbfounded.
“It’s the other piece for your arm-band,” she said, excitement rising within her. “Go get it. I want to see how it looks on you.”
Instead of obeying, Delos looked over at her and smiled. “Janis,” he said, “we’d better put the presents away for awhile. I sold my band to get the money to buy your music station.”
She sank down on the bed, utterly deflated. “Oh no!” Tears welled in her eyes. “I can’t believe you sold your Primus arm-band.”
Reaching out, he gathered her into his arms and held her close. “Beautiful one,” he said softly, “when I first saw you, I loved you. I told myself that if I could have you for my own, I would ask for nothing else in this life.”
She gazed up at him through her tears. How strange that she finally had what she’d always wanted but never found on Earth…a husband who loved her as much as she loved him.
“You’re my wife—the best gift I could ever receive.” Tenderly he caressed her cheek. “Now lie back and open those lovely thighs. I believe I have another present for you.”
About the Author
Solange Ayre, galaxy-hopping investigative journalist, also serves as a policy advisor to the United Conglomeration of Planetary Jurisdictions. She makes her home on Ayriana, her private island-republic in the West Caribbean region of Earth.
After a whirlwind childhood living in the capitals of Europe, Solange married St. Georges Ayre, one of the wealthiest men in the world. The crystal palace he bought her on Ayriana is the primary tourist attraction in the area—at least, for those who can find it. St. George’s mysterious assassination is still mourned by his grieving widow.
Directly descended from King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, Solange graciously supports the democratic government of France and relinquishes her claim to the throne. Under no circumstances will she answer to the title “Your Highness.”
In her spare time, Solange enjoys breeding and showing her prize-winning miniature dragons as well as researching and
writing erotic romance.
Solange welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Ellora’s Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile III anthology
Emerald Eyes
One Thousand Brides
Wizard’s Woman
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