by Candace Sams
Her soft cries drew a triumphant smile from him, her response to the unexpected, intimate touch was exhilarating.
Charlie lifted her body slightly so he could touch her more intimately. He slid his index finger into her enticing wetness even as she cried out long and hard and rotated her hips against the caress.
Sensing he must act quickly, he withdrew the finger and leaned farther back. “Put me inside you when you’re ready,” he breathlessly instructed.
She reached between her thighs to grasp his burgeoning erection. When her fingers tightened on his shaft, he forced himself to float and be as still as possible.
With the waves gently rolling around them, he lifted his head to watch. She circled his erection with her fingers and stroked slowly upward. In that instant, he knew she’d read, seen, or heard how a man wanted to be touched. Though he sensed hesitancy, she didn’t balk at the chance to draw a loud, long moan from deep within his lungs.
The slow way she played hardened him to the consistency of stone. He tried to watch, but had to focus on holding back his release for as long as possible while keeping them afloat on his wings.
Then she grew bolder.
She cupped his balls in both her palms, lowered her head, and actually took one of them in her mouth.
He lost his breath. Feral sensation shot through his body.
Then she straddled him and moved her hips back and forth to put more contact between his abdomen and the stimulated, heated flesh between her thighs. But she didn’t let him enter. Not yet.
By the ethereal glow of the twin moons, Charlie gracefully rotated her hips, dropped her head back, and cried out in passion. Without actually taking him inside, she enjoyed the contact between her nether lips and his rod. And, by the great Creator, so did he.
The exquisite curve of her shoulders and breasts reminded him of some fantastical work of erotic art. Outlined against a darkening sky, the paleness of her skin made her look otherworldly.
While enjoying her movements and the way she made him feel, he automatically moved his arms to keep them afloat. A bluish phosphorescent glow filtered around their bodies, over his abdomen and legs. The microscopic creatures causing the effect added to the lovely, dramatic sight.
He took deep breaths as he briefly closed his eyes and concentrated on each and every caress she delivered. Then she stopped and he lifted his head to watch what she’d do next.
She tilted her head backward and gazed up toward the moonlit sky. It was as if she was seeking a blessing from above before making another move.
In the next few moments, he understood her gesture.
She slowly lowered her head again and pushed up with her hands. Then, with great deliberation, she sank—inch by exquisite inch—onto his erection.
His heart felt like it would explode. Her inner heat was astounding.
Charlie’s guttural cry almost drove him mad with desire. Then the warmth of her body, as her tightness surrounded him, drew a long, feral moan from the depths of his lungs.
He allowed the lower part of his body to drift downward. His feet touched the sand. She was now impaled on his cock and gasped as he positioned his hands on her soft back and pulled her closer, against his chest.
Able to see her expression from the light of the phosphorescent sea, and from the illuminated cosmos overhead, he knew exactly when she closed her eyes.
“God…so big…so damned good!” she growled as she rotated her hips, grabbed for his biceps, and thrust hard against him.
“Slow… Charlie. Go slow. You’re tight! Creator’s blood…so tight!” he muttered as she tightened her legs around his body.
She opened her eyes wide and stared straight into his.
“Take me! I want it all,” she demanded as she thrust harder.
“You relax, Charlie! I’ll take it from here.”
He stood straighter.
Her hair swirled around her shoulders and water from it streamed over and between their bodies. His hair lay against his back, between his wings. The wet strands were like a blanket. His flesh was so sensitized he felt every drop of water, and every touch of her long fingers on his shoulders.
Like everything else touching him, it was all so unbelievably sweet. He craved more, all he could get.
All he could think about was taking her to the conclusion she so desperately wanted. Now, the slow deliberation was over. She needed release and so did he.
Datron thrust deeper, harder, faster, and Charlie’s hands clawed her response to his thrusting.
The soft, exquisite heat around his erection guided his actions. Nothing could stop him.
She lurched forward and actually bit into his left shoulder this time. He clenched his teeth. The pain was small compared to the mounting pressure in his shaft and her increasing tightness. In fact, the bite only served to make him as assertive as she needed him to be.
No timid creature now, Charlie knew what she wanted. She moved her body in time to his, in order to achieve a hard orgasm.
He had to get over her lack of experience and give her what she craved. He tamped down his instinctive fear of hurting her. She’d tell him good and loud if he did.
As he thrust again and again, she lifted her hands to her forehead and dragged her fingers through her hair.
Her shrieks drove him to new heights. The heat of her clenching body, as it stroked his manhood, was the most perfect of all sensations, better than anything he’d ever experienced in his entire life.
This was what he’d searched for. This was how it should be between two souls.
If he’d felt any possessive instincts before, they paled compared to the massive, protective urges that dove into his heart. He gazed down at her small but voluptuous body as he thrust even harder. She took all of him and tilted her head backward until her long hair became part of the ocean. Small, microscopic marine animals swirled and moved around them. As before, their phosphorescent effect was wonderful.
As the waves rose higher with the rising tide, the strange luminescent quality brightened. The light coiled around their bodies as they moved.
Raw, gripping lust gripped Datron.
“Creator’s blood! Charlie… I-I can’t…”
“Don’t stop! God, please don’t stop!”
As he cried out in release, she bucked against him and he felt her tiny body grip his manhood with awesome force. He felt as though he was being captured inside her, and held there.
They blended, melded, and moved as one. They were one.
She froze for a moment, dropped her head back until the arch of her pale throat shown in the twilight. Then she screamed loud and long.
Experience had no place in this coupling. Instinct drove everything.
Her torso convulsed once. Then she drew in great gasps of air.
Her beautiful breasts were covered with sea foam and phosphorescent creatures that had no idea they’d been part of a spectacular exchange of emotion.
He dragged air into his lungs even as she did. Finally, he withdrew from her and lifted her into his embrace.
The water seemed colder now that he was out of her absorbing heat. He wanted nothing more than to plunge back and stay there. But she had to be the one to decide when and where they’d couple again.
There’d been no faking anything. Charlie wouldn’t have let him get away with that, and he’d felt her body respond deliciously. Something told him she’d never, ever pretend to be satisfied. She’d have everything, or nothing.
The more practical side of his brain said she’d certainly feel the effects tomorrow. And part of him actually wanted her to, without being in any real pain.
He held her against his body as the swells lifted his feet up and off the ocean floor, only to gently deposit him again. Her warmth and the way she nuzzled while looping her arms around his neck made him dizzy with happiness.
This was all that mattered. This was what he’d been looking for.
****
Charlie held on tight. H
is warmth and solid strength were an unbelievable barrier against the pain and fear she’d suffered all her life. Her body and soul had never felt so complete. This was what mattered in the universe. Everything else was piffling minutia.
This was how a man and woman were meant to be. Not a one-night stand with promises to meet again. But something to take into forever. She was fulfilled.
“The Creator never made anything as sweet as you. Do you hear me?” he whispered, as he stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “That was incredible! You… are incredible.”
She shuddered, then actually turned her face into his chest and softly sobbed.
“Baby…tell me I didn’t hurt you. Please…”
“You didn’t hurt me.” She lifted her face, planted her palms on his cheeks, and kissed him softly, gently. Then she broke the kiss and ran her lips over his chin and down his throat. “I’ve always wanted this. I’d told myself it couldn’t possibly be as good as everyone says. So many women bitch about never coming.” She shook her head. “That’s not the way it was tonight. I think you knew the exact moment I came.”
“I felt it, baby. I thought I’d lose my mind feeling it,” he easily admitted. “But why are you crying. This should be something to celebrate. Are you sorry?”
“Never! Not in a million years. Not in this life or the next one, wing man!” she sniffed then smiled. “I’m crying because it was so good.”
She clung to him like the water kissing every part of her body.
For that moment in time, she could say no more than she already had. She closed her eyes and dreamt of lifting off the ground, of him using his wings, and coupling with him as they flew. She’d heard this was an ancient Valkyrian love-making technique only shared by mated souls. But tonight…she needed to be held, right where they were.
More than ever, she was glad she’d waited.
Her heart told her no other man would have exhibited such control, given her virginal status. But then, there were no other men like her winged lover.
Fate put them together. Nothing was clearer or more profound.
She simply wanted him to hold her beneath the celestial display, in the water where glowing life teemed all around. A beautiful ending to a perfect union.
She pressed her left cheek against his shoulder.
He slid his hand up to the back of her head to keep it there.
His wet, shimmering hair draped over his chest like a caressing curtain. For some silly reason, she pictured him as an Oceanus oyster. She was the irritant from which he’d make a beautiful jewel. The silly imagery made her smile.
The breeze picked up. A sudden chill made her shudder. She pushed slightly away from his shoulder. As she gazed up, the moon’s glow illuminated his perfect, white smile.
“I-I’m cold,” she murmured.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he replied as he lifted her into his arms, pulled his wings forward to help block the ocean breeze from her body, and strode from the sea toward their hovercraft.
Once ashore and standing beside their conveyance, he carefully lowered her feet to the ground. Then he took several blankets from the rescue supply compartment and wrapped one of them around her shoulders, the others he spread on the sand.
Charlie used the corner of the largest blanket to dry her hair.
He paused in his chores and looked her over.
She smiled at him and stood in the moonlight. She’d grown bold enough now to give him a good view of her body. But the cooler breeze soon made her wrap up.
****
He still felt the strength of her inner thighs as they’d wrapped around his body. The silly, joking comment she’d made about cracking melons between them came to mind. He wasn’t so sure now that she couldn’t do exactly what she claimed.
An even stranger thought crossed his mind.
Had he not placed in Electra’s male beauty pageant, he wouldn’t have found himself judging the Miss Milky Way pageant two years later. He’d have never met Charlie, and he wouldn’t have just enjoyed this most spectacular moment in time and space.
If she hadn’t stolen away from her judging responsibilities and played that silly joke, they wouldn’t have met.
He moved closer to her as she cuddled into her blanket. Her hair was a long, unkempt mass of tangles and drying curls. She looked like some wild little sea nymph he’d just caught in a net and brought ashore.
Forever after, this place would be theirs. Others might come here and enjoy the view but the Creator had ordained it special. Just for them.
She gazed up at him, openly allowing her gaze to wander up and down the length of his body.
She held out one hand.
Never one to turn down an invitation he stretched out alongside her on their makeshift bed.
With the moonlight reaching every shadowed part of the beach, he believed he actually saw her unusual, blue-green eyes glow in the dark. It wasn’t hard to imagine a bit more and assign desire for him in their depths.
He picked up one of the blankets, and began to dry his hair, but she leaned forward and shook her head.
“Here, let me,” she softly insisted as she took the blanket from him. “Sit still.”
He briefly closed his eyes when she leaned into him and began to gently dry and untangle his mane.
“You have the most gorgeous blond hair, Datron. It’s thick and strong. Just like your ...” She shot him an impish grin.
“Charlie… If you keep talking like that, I won’t be responsible for the outcome,” he joked as he leaned closer to her.
She kept detangling and blotting water from his body. “Can I ask you something?”
“After a comment like the one you just made, you think you need permission?”
She chuckled. “It’s about the Mr. Interstellar Feller pageant.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Ask anything you want,” he offered as he took a deep breath and breathed in the scent of clean, ocean air.
“Is it true that when you competed, you and Keir Trask actually had to visit the Brawné Salon for Men and have certain body parts waxed?”
He rolled his eyes in remembrance of his first visit to that establishment. “Yes, unfortunately! And we had to keep going back when Keir won and I became runner up. We were expected to keep up maintenance as Electra calls that torture. Luckily, Valkyrian men are void of growth except for our groins, eyebrows, and the hair on our heads. I won’t go into the grooming with which Keir was inflicted. After his son is born and we can all get together, I’ll have him fill you in on some of the more amusing parts of what we endured. Having wax applied anywhere near my family jewels wasn’t particularly funny at the time.” He smiled. “I guess it is now.”
She shook with mirth. “Why didn’t you just have it removed with laser treatments? I did.”
“We were on a tight schedule and didn’t have time,” he replied, not wanting to go near the subject of their mission putting them on Earth and in the pageant at almost the last moment.
“And what about your heart tattoo? What’s with that?”
He grinned broadly. “I was a young enforcer, on the town and in my first uniform. Some of my friends and I drank a bit too much. I was in a mood. I woke up with the damned thing on my ass the next morning. What can I say?”
“You could have had it removed,” she laughingly advised.
“I kind of like it now,” he admitted. “I’m told it reminds Earth women of their mythical Cupid.” He took the opportunity to change the subject. “Hey…what’s all this talk about male beauty pageants, bikini waxing, and tattoos?” he joked. “I just made love to you and I want to know what you’re thinking.” He stalled her attempts to untangle his hair by gently grasping her forearms and pulling her against his body.
She now lay with the back of her head on one of his biceps, gazing up at him with starlight in her eyes. It was exactly where he’d wanted her when he’d first put the blankets on the sand. She trailed her fingertips over his pectoral and bicep
muscles. He brought them to his lips and kissed them.
“Women are supposed to act nonchalant and experienced about such things, aren’t they?” she asked. “Should I have admitted how good you were?”
He pushed long strands of drying hair off her cheeks and forehead, then ran one hand down her farthest shoulder to her hip. “I just wanted you to tell me how it felt and if I could do anything different next time. I…I might have actually hurt you, Charlie. I’m not used to pacing myself. Where you’re concerned, I think it’ll be an impossible task…you little meteor!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re so beautiful. So…sweet and…” he let the words trail away, lifted her higher and pressed his mouth over hers in a blindingly passionate kiss. This time, however, he used every bit of finesse at his command to deepen and soften the contact, until he heard her moan softly once more. Finally, he felt her push slightly against his chest and took that as a signal to break the encounter.
“Y-You know…we should r-really think about getting some rest,” she suggested. “You said it would be an early start tomorrow.”
“We can sleep on the beach, dress, and get some food. Then I’ll take you back to your hotel. You can shower and change there, and I’ll clean up on the Valiant when I check in. After that…we get to work on the shuttle.”
She sat up quickly, gathered her blanket more closely around her body, and gazed toward the ocean. “I-I really do need to get back to the hotel, Datron. I-I’ve got to check my gear and get some sleep…alone.”
In the moons’ light, he saw the regret in her eyes and wanted to ask what had happened. Only an instant ago, she’d been serenely smiling up at him and exhibiting a bright, playful mood. But it wasn’t his right to make demands. If she needed space, he had to be man enough to give it to her. What did he know of women who’d just enjoyed sex for the first time? He’d never met one until now. She’d spoken of things that didn’t matter—pageants, tattoos and body grooming—seemingly to change subjects. Perhaps this new experience was something she had to process.
