Unwrapping Miss Milky Way

by Candace Sams

  For some reason, he didn’t want her to think he’d stand and gawk the way he might with some women. He felt obliged to do the honorable thing given her courageous attempt at being less repressed.

  This was the first time in his life he’d ever met a female of any species who actually fit the description of prim. The unusual trait made him govern his responses. The situation drove him to be more appreciative.

  Slowly, he continued to undress not knowing whether Charlie watched or not. Part of him hoped she wouldn’t back out of their swim. A more virile part wanted her to take a good long look at his anatomy, appreciate it and summon desires necessary to enjoy.

  Valkyrians were particular about their bodies and worked out with great enthusiasm, honing them to as near perfect as the Creator allowed. Datron was no exception and had been told by numerous women his butt was as tight and sculpted as the backside of any marble statue. Indeed, it’d been described as everything from ‘gravity-defying’ to ‘scrumptious’.

  He made a great show of removing his boots, socks, and then his pants. From behind him, he heard Charlie’s gasp of surprise and couldn’t help the broad grin tugging on his lips.

  Valkyrian men either wore nothing under their clothing, or they donned a traditional pouch as he did—a soft, black contrivance that housed his genitalia.

  While he kept his gaze on the ocean, he turned halfway toward her so she could see his next move.

  ****

  Charlotte watched his deliberate, slow actions as he’d removed his clothing, and the fastener restraining his gorgeous, long hair. She knew he wanted her to stare.

  She almost heard Sister Celestine telling her to ignore the demons of her worst nature, turn away, and put her clothes back on. But something in her craved being so close to this god-like entity.

  Captain Datron Mann had a body sculpted by the Creator himself. What could be so wrong with enjoying a good long gape? Why turn away from something wrought by the Master’s hand?

  A red, heart-shaped tattoo—with a cute arrow running through it—stood out on his left hip. She recalled seeing it very briefly displayed on stage during the Mr. Interstellar Feller competition and wondered at its origin.

  Sister Celestine would have to understand. Eighteen months from now she’d be viewing the afterlife where the goodly nun now waited. When they were together again, they could always hash out her indiscretions in mortal life.

  For now, she wanted to throw aside prudence and engage in what other women of her age would enjoy. In fact, it seemed her entire life had led right up to this moment—to this particular man.

  Computer images, old vid files, and late-night, torrid celluloid played on her view screen had taught her what to expect and how the act was performed. Technically, she was no virgin if one accepted the medical definition as valid. But her entrance into sexual activity went only as far as using very small devices most men and women had stored in their lingerie drawers.

  To save her life, she’d never admit she hadn’t actually copulated. When a woman reached the age of twenty-eight, she should be experienced or others considered her freakish. Knowing she would not enjoy a long life had the opposite effect on her.

  Rather than sleep with anyone she could get her hands on she wanted a man, the one man, who could really do it for her. She wanted him to rock her universe and make her scream out his name during the act. Making love was too important for someone in her position to casually blow off.

  She glanced once more at the bronzed, winged megalith standing on the silvery, shimmering sand of the Oceanun beach and made up her mind.

  He’s the one.

  Captain Datron Mann, commanding officer of the starfighter Valiant, was the male she desired more than any other.

  With her mind made up, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and recalled all those old XXX vids she’d watched. If she wanted to be pleased, she had to be pleasing. Her inhibitions needed to be shoved aside.

  She’d done the right thing to turn him down when they were in her hotel room. Her conscience prevented her giving in to her desires and for good reason. Datron hadn’t really known who she was. She’d played an infantile prank. Now things were quite different. He’d seen her in the full light of day. He understood her better. They’d talked and even discussed a business proposal.

  With the professional discussion out of the way, she’d be doing nothing wrong. Datron wasn’t really her boss as much as the Oceanus law enforcement authorities who’d sign her paycheck.

  He was ready for her. She could almost feel the heat from his body and sense his expectation.

  The scene was so much more romantic than a hotel room. They were going to have sex, just like millions of others on the planet tonight.

  Because of where they were, this would be special, something she’d never have expected but would cherish until the last moment of her life.

  For one night, she could be just another girl on a beach with her guy. She could feel normal. As normal as any woman could when about to face a nude, well over six-foot be-winged body builder who was totally at ease with sexual liaisons.

  As the two moons of Oceanus began to glow, Datron dropped his hands to his sides, pulled two ties that draped down his muscular hips, then toss aside the pouch covering his bulging flesh.

  She caught an eyeful of his over-sized glory. His male parts appeared perfectly human in all aspects except for size. That he was erect made her body tighten below the waist. Moisture pooled between her thighs.

  Datron Mann was hard, seductive perfection. Every bit of his circumcised, thick penis was beautiful. The man’s rounded testicles hung like a bull’s.

  Her mouth went dry, and she literally knew a moment of wonderful breathlessness. His fantastic package, surrounded by a nest of golden curls, made her fingers ache to stroke him. As she watched, his hard-packed, super defined abdomen rippled.

  God had given him this body and surely the Almighty wanted her to look her fill.

  Datron stood there, turning toward her like a testament to masculinity. Instead of gazing at her as though she was something to consume, as those actors in her vid-movies, he displayed a look of soft concern. Kindness shown in his eyes—something she hadn’t expected.

  If there’d been any doubts before, they were gone now.

  Instead of walking toward her, he strode gracefully to the waterline and the bluest ocean she’d ever imagined.

  The rest of her clothing quickly fell beside his in the sand. But she took one quick moment to pick up his pouch and let the telltale warmth of it flow through her fingers and hands. She wanted to rub her face against it and steal the garment to keep for later. But for now a real man waited by the ocean’s edge.

  ****

  Datron eagerly faced the long sunset edging the glorious Oceanus horizon.

  When the last rays touched the water, one blue and one green moon hung in the twilight sky. He walked into the soft waves and the water billowed around his knees, then his thighs, and his waist.

  The water was warm, but couldn’t match the volcanic heat of his blood. He knew Charlie would follow. He needed her to.

  The swirling motion of the water lapped at his erection. But the wonderful sensation could no way equal the caresses of soft fingers. It took every bit of control he had to keep facing the ocean and not turn around. A small, warm palm settled lightly on his back, right between his wings.

  “Would you make love to me? Right here…right now?”

  Without turning around he answered. “I’ve wanted that since I first saw you!”

  After taking several cleansing breaths, he slowly faced her. He gazed down at the loveliest sea siren a man could ever hope to seduce.

  The lower half of Charlie’s body remained underwater, but the top part was perfect. Her breasts were small, but exactly proportioned to her size. They were pert and round. The nipples were distended from the action of the waves and her initial walk into the swirling water. The ends of her tawny, sun-streaked
hair were wet and curled around those perfect orbs.

  Desire drove him to reach for her. But he made himself stand still. Charlie had to come to him, in her own good time.

  “I assumed we were compatible,” she softly said. “I-I mean…will anything unusual happen once we uh…”

  “After living on Earth for a year, I occasionally…encountered…its women. Trust me…we’re compatible. But I’ll make it different. Just as you’re different from anyone I’ve ever met. You deserve that.”

  “I-I forgot. You were required to stay a year on my planet after winning the runner up title.”

  “Yes. And I learned a lot there. Especially when it comes to what the women of your population desire.”

  She chewed on her lower lip and glanced away nervously.

  “It’s all right, Charlie. We’ll go slowly.”

  “Is it that obvious I don’t know what I’m doing…that I… I’m a virgin?” She sighed heavily. “I-I feel like a fool.”

  She lowered her gaze, as if she was ashamed of her inexperience.

  In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his embrace and hold her for as long as it took to quell any fears. “The obvious thing is the responsibility and honor you’ve bestowed by letting me be your first lover. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.” He lowered his voice. “I’ll be careful. I swear.”

  “I-I guess this is the part where I tell you I’m safe,” she blurted. “You’ve no need to worry on that account.”

  “So am I, Charlie. I’m always careful. I expect anyone would want that.”

  “Of course,” she nodded and crossed her arms over her chest.

  Then she smiled and the entire world dimmed in its brightness. He watched a shimmer of mirth flash into her eyes—gaiety lit her features.

  “I’m twenty-eight. I’ll bet you’re wondering how I got this old without letting a man touch me. Crazy, huh!”

  He slowly shook his head. “You chose to wait. So many don’t and rue their decisions.” He put the palm of his right hand over his heart. “I swear on my honor as a Valkyrian… I’ll make this good, Charlie. As for me, I want to remember every detail,” he softly assured. “Right down to the way you moan when I take you. And I want to make sure this is something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

  “This isn’t all on you. I-I want you to enjoy it, too.”

  “There’s no doubt in my mind that I will.” He lifted one hand, palm up. “Let me introduce you to something men and women in the universe have been enjoying since time began. It’s even more special when two people are in sync,” he told her. “You have qualities I’ve been looking for in a woman. So, I don’t know where this’ll lead, but I want to explore this past tonight. For now, though, I’ll take it slow and easy. I won’t hurry or push. You tell me what you want and I’ll do it, Charlie. Whatever it is I’ll do it,” he quietly and soothingly repeated.

  “I do want you,” she whispered as she took his hand. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”

  Her words almost undid him. Nothing in his life prepared him for a woman who was so intelligent…so new to the most basic act. “Come to me, baby.” He spread his wings and pulled them back. He then held out his free arm to put it around her shoulders as she moved into his embrace.

  The trust in her blue-green eyes took his breath away.

  Without hesitation, she moved against his body and he felt the warm, smooth skin of her bare breasts against his chest.

  He put his hands around her slender waist and lifted her straight up against his torso. When her eyes were level with his, he stared into them for a long moment and felt everything in existence melt away. There was only Charlie.

  He kissed her forehead then moved his mouth down her left cheek to her full, sweet lips. The gloss she wore tasted like fresh fruit. Her breath was warm as she accepted his tongue into her mouth and wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders. There was no doubt she’d been kissed. She knew how to taste and tempt.

  But he meant to wipe away memories of any others who’d laid claims to her lips, leaving only his imprint behind. He deepened the kiss until he heard her moan and felt her petite body move against his.

  There was no reason to hurry. He took his time and savored every nuance of their first clinch, knowing there had to be a million more to follow. This little enigma—this little treasure that had sauntered into his life so intent on teaching him a lesson about judging people—was undoing him one cell at a time. Never in his life had he felt such passion and yearning in one single embrace.

  In his lifetime he’d had dozens and dozens of women. But none of them mesmerized him the way Charlie did. The sweet, inviting way she moaned and drove her hands into his hair made him crazy with desire.

  He tried to keep every movement slow on her account. But it was so hard. His body already prepped for hers.

  Her soft moans grew louder. Need to take her blazed in him.

  Before, with anyone else, everything had been about entertaining sex. All about being inventive.

  With Charlie, he had to make it astoundingly memorable. Everything he did with this prize could determine the rest of his life. Every instinct screamed he’d never want anyone else this way. No one else could capture his interest, his mind, or his heart.

  She smelled of fresh air, clean seawater, and innocence. It hung in the air—like some magical lure. Her soft hair wrapped around his wrists with the sway of the breeze. No sign from any god could have been clearer. She was meant to be here, with him and no other.

  Great possessiveness filled him. But he still had to govern his ardor. She was a gem to win through finesse, not another one-night stand to hammer into because she wanted her satisfaction as quickly as he did. Those times were all over. For him, tonight was the start of everything he’d ever yearned for and never dreamed would happen. He knew this the same way the sea swirling around them knew when to rise and ebb.

  When she finally broke the soul-stealing kiss and nuzzled his jaw with her cheek, it took every bit of control he had to keep from actually trembling. While holding her to his body with one arm, he lightly ran the fingertips of his free hand down her spine to her lower body. Her tight little butt muscles flexed as he caressed her.

  She was sweet infinity and starlit nights filled with dreams and passion. But he had to take it slow. He must convince her that by being the first, he must also be the last.

  The idea of anyone touching her after him was abhorrent. His mind couldn’t conceive of such sacrilege.

  “Tell me how to please you,” she murmured as she nipped his left shoulder.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist, Charlie.”

  His softly murmured instruction apparently had the same response on her body that lava had on rock. She cried out softly and almost dissolved against him.

  “God help me…you feel so good,” she whispered as she lifted her legs, encircled his waist, and slowly began to undulate against him. “You’re so strong. All this muscle is mine. I can’t believe how warm you are.”

  The words actually made him shudder in response. But he gazed up at the stars, fought for control, and resisted the urge to thrust his shaft upward and into her. It wasn’t time. Not yet. Not yet.

  With the slowest deliberation of his life, he continued to caress her body, accepted her enchanting kisses, and whispered endearments. Using soft tones, he uttered encouraging messages in her ear.

  ****

  Charlie loved every movement of his hands. Every whisper coming from his lips, in such a deep baritone, was exquisite. Never could she have imagined such a moment so perfect.

  It had been right to wait. For the time she had left, she’d remember this moment and how he made her feel.

  How to put it into words?

  What did one say when the entire universe existed in the sea, the man, the breeze, and the stars?

  She closed her eyes and felt every single movement of his strong hands, every whispered
breath against her cheek, and every movement of the waves around their bodies. Here was heaven. And he was her archangel.

  His softly murmured instructions were like gentle harp chords to her senses. If he asked her to walk across the universe, she felt as if gravity would lift her to do his bidding.

  How magnificent making love with him was—how rare and wonderful.

  And how could anyone, Sister Celestine included, have ever insinuated the act wasn’t perfect?

  ****

  “I’ve never felt anything as soft as you, Charlie. Move against me. Open your legs wide and feel my body against yours.” He swallowed hard when she followed each instruction so slowly and accurately that he knew he’d come easily and hard once inside her. “Feel the water around us. Listen to it. Let your body tell you when it’s right to go on,” he told her. “Listen to your instincts.”

  If she was undoing him, his reassurances were doing much the same to her. She hid nothing. There was no guile in her. She was the open, honest creature his soul sought.

  “Please…take me. I don’t think I can wait much longer,” she begged as she rotated her hips against his frame.

  Yielding to her request would give him wonderful pleasure.

  Every nerve in his body came alive with anticipation. An ancient, Valkyrian need tore through him as it inevitably did in such situations. It had been thus for millions of years.

  When one woman drew a Valkyrian male’s love with such intensity, he had to succumb. When the mate he’d searched for asked for her needs to be satisfied, he had to yield. He recognized the feeling for what it was—a primal call to mate with only one.

  For the rest of his life, he would have no other.

  Leaning back in water that was shallow to him but much deeper for her, he spread his wings against the blue ocean and used them as buoyant planks. He thrust the lower half of his body up and forward while leaning back. At the same time, he slid one hand between her thighs and carefully circled a finger against flesh swollen with need.