“Yes,” he growled, impatiently turning her body until they were chest to chest. “I dreamed of it and you.”
“I know,” she responded with a sultry smile as she dragged her fathomless green eyes up his. “You said so in your text this morning.”
It was all the invitation he needed before his mouth crashed into hers, already opening in order to plunder, to seduce her in the only passionate way she had taught him.
He soon recognized that his female, in the little responses she gave, was the one who was performing the seduction with nothing more than almost inaudible sighs and wiggles. The way her tongue tangled against his, sliding and twirling as it moved, set off a reaction that he could not control.
Leading her without ever disconnecting his mouth from hers, they were soon next to the bed. When they next came up for air, Leah glanced over her shoulder and a small, shy smile appeared on her swollen lips.
“While I’m on the pill and it’s been a couple of years,” she started. “I’m guessing a guy like you probably has some condoms put away for a happy, unexpected occasion.”
Rykhan knew what a condom was since there was so much talk of how males needed to use them on the internet of Earth. There were even vids on how to put on one in a special website, but since Rykhan had never had sex and had absolutely no intention in preventing pregnancy, he had only given the instructions a passing glance. “I do not.”
Leah seemed startled and then crestfallen by his confession. “No glove, no love, big guy,” she announced with true regret evident in her voice. Luckily, he had heard that distinctive American saying expressed on another vid and knew he needed to assure his mate of his sexual history.
“There have been no other females,” he said firmly, dropping his forehead to hers. “I’ve never joined with anyone else, my Leah.”
She straightened in shock and he found the need to tighten his arms around her. “But you…I mean, a man who looks like you do…”
Rykhan shook his head, the skin of their foreheads rubbing together with his move. It was important for her to understand that she was his one, the only female he would ever join with. “I have been waiting for you all my life.”
She pulled back as far as his arms would permit her to move. “That’s crazy! Are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin, for Christ’s sake?”
He was surprised at her tone, amazed that she seemed almost stunned at the thought that he had waited. Had postponed being with anyone until he’d found what he had always wanted. While other men’s needs had been strong enough to urge them into a male/male joining even to a formal pairing, it had not been that way for him. He’d never found arousal in the thought of being with another male even if it was sure to have caused a break in the abject loneliness that had surrounded him throughout the years.
“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying, mica tisha,” he answered on a sigh. He tried to bring her back into his embrace but Leah sank to the edge of the bed, slipping out of his arms.
Feeling her astonishment, he sat down next to her. He knew she needed quiet in order to think but he could not understand her distress at his confession. Hoping to re-establish their connection, Rykhan reached for Leah’s hand. While she did not actually respond, she kept her palm against his and he took heart.
“Why me?” she whispered after more than a few moments. “Why did you choose me?”
He closed his eyes at her plaintive tone and wondered how much information to give her. Bronsyn had warned them of human’s predilection to attack anything not understood but he hoped Leah was not of that sort. So he answered as honestly as he knew how. “I believe we were destined to find one another.”
“Destined?” she breathed, turning her beautiful face towards him. The look in her eyes spoke of both hope and disbelief.
“Fated might be a better word though it means the same,” he countered with a nod. “All I know is that you are the woman I want to be with for the rest of my days.”
He watched her eyes widen and heard her take in a deep breath that she held for more than a few heartbeats. “But you don’t know me, Rykhan. Not really. We haven’t been seeing each other all that long.”
Raising his farthest hand, he placed it gently in the middle of her chest. “I know your heart, my Leah. And for the moment, that is all I need to know.”
*.*.*.*.*
Leah felt as if she had slipped into some kind of alternate dimension, one where the hottest of guys actually said he’d been waiting for her all his life and she was the only woman he could consider having sex with.
But that couldn’t be true, could it?
Men like Rykhan didn’t look at her twice in real life. Nor did they continue to ask her out, kiss her until her panties went up in flames, and then reveal to her that he bore the same metal bracelet that she did. That just did not happen in the real world!
He had whisked her away from the painful speed dating thingy to a wonderful dinner, asking for her number before they parted. When he’d called the next afternoon, they’d gone for another meal that had led to more dates. Outings that had been fun but hadn’t moved in the same direction or at the same pace she had experienced previously.
‘What if he took it slow because he just didn’t know how to date?’ her mind questioned as she gazed at the hand he had placed on her chest. ‘What if his country has different rules for courtship?’
On the heels of those questions, Leah felt like she was attempting to justify her desire to get the man of her fantasies naked and moaning.
Did she believe him when he admitted to being a virgin? Sure, in light of how he was so hesitant to touch her, of how she’d had to ask for a kiss. Nevertheless, it was hard to believe. With his face and body, most of her friends would be dropping their panties first and asking questions later.
“Can I kiss you again?” He whispered, as the hand he’d placed on her breastbone moved to her furthest shoulder and turned her towards him. She didn’t say a word, almost couldn’t with all the thoughts running through her mind, but simply pressed her mouth against his. As they twisted their heads to better align their lips, Leah felt the band on her arm begin to pulse and heat although that time, and at that particular moment, it didn’t hurt in the least. In fact, it seemed to add to her body’s sensations, increasing her desire in some fashion she didn’t understand.
Soon her back was on the mattress and Rykhan leaned over her, his chest pressing and moving over hers. Her nipples tightened sharply in the confines of her bra while she heard her own moan escape in response to the molten lava his kiss had created deep inside.
Not to mention her heartbeat that had taken up residence between her legs. Such an insistent pulse that her hips were making small movements in cadence to its beat.
“Oh, Rykhan,” she sighed when he lifted his mouth from hers in order to take a deep gulp of air.
“I want, Leah,” he’d growled. “I feel such a burning want for you.”
At his words, one of her hands drifted to the back of his head, tangling in his shoulder-length hair to return his face to hers. It wasn’t enough, wasn’t near enough for the heat he’d generated inside her and her hand moved to his shirt, brushing the material aside as her fingers demanded to feel his skin.
Rykhan’s own groans began at her unencumbered touch and his hips pressed closer as he began to rock, to stroke himself against the side of her hip. “Oh Tsiran! That feels so good!”
Leah agreed, but it was a dance meant for two even though only one of them was actually taking things forward.
She took one of the hands he had placed on the bed next to her and moved it to her belly. Instead of realizing she was giving him approval to explore, his fingers simply remained where she’d left them. With a small mewl of annoyance, she shifted it until it pushed underneath her t-shirt, forcing it to rest against the warm skin of her stomach. “Touch me, baby,” she breathed against his mouth. “Touch me like I’m touching you.”
It was then their dan
ce began in earnest with her leading and Rykhan following. As her fingers roamed, his did as well. When her lips moved to kiss the sensitive strip of skin beneath his ear, his lips copied the move to lick and lave. When her fingertips found his flat but aroused nipples he pulled back.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” he advised his eyes hot with desire as she gazed up at him. Without a shred of shame, Leah lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Arching her back, her hands found the clasp of her bra behind her and shoved the straps down off her arms before pinching the center to pull it away from her chest.
Watching every one of her movements as if he would be tested on it later, Rykhan let out a low dark stream of unintelligible words at the sight of her unclad breasts.
“I hope those were compliments,” she teased, trying to keep her voice light but it was hard with the pounding desire throbbing through her.
He didn’t answer right away, not with words, as his eyes devoured the flesh she’d uncovered to his gaze. Soon though, his head began to dip and she allowed her body to answer as she again arched up, pushing her aching nipples towards his mouth. His tongue laved and lapped, swirled and licked but soon he became frustrated at how her rosy, sharp peaks kept slipping out of his mouth before he determined how to anchor her breast into his palm to hold it still.
His hesitant, moves more than spoke of how unschooled the gorgeous man was in the language of bed play. However, if he was so eager to learn, then she could and most definitely would gladly accept the role of teacher.
She found herself quickly removing the rest of her clothes, watching from beneath lowered lashes as he did the same. As she scooted up the bed to rest her head on the pillows, she saw him pause with one knee on the mattress until she settled. But his eyes stared at one particular, specific spot on her body.
Leah already knew he was a curious man, wanting to discover as much as he could about any of the situations he found himself in and it appeared that he was no less curious when it came to sex.
“May I look at you?” he asked and there was a reverence in his voice, a tone she’d never heard from him before.
She planted her feet on the bed and opened her knees to expose her groomed curls to his view causing him to again murmur in a language she couldn’t understand. Nevertheless, Leah knew appreciation when she heard it.
Rykhan used a finger to trace the seam of her mound. “Your wetness calls to me.”
His words might not have been the kind of bedroom talk she heard before, but it caused a deep clench inside her just the same.
“I need to put my tailpor inside you,” he breathed as he pulled his body up and over hers. “I do not know how to do this, but the need to do so rides me hard.”
Such beautifully honest words were Leah’s undoing and her heart melted as she reached between them to capture his full length in her hand. Stroking it tenderly, she shifted her hips and pointed the ridged, mushroomed helmet of his turgid steel at her soaked opening. “Press your hips forward, baby,” she whispered as her hand released him on a long caress. “Sink into me, Rykhan.”
And he did. With such a long, deep groan that was so heartfelt, she gave up her own involuntary cry at his fullness as it slid thick and deeply into her. When his pubic bone pressed against hers, he raised himself up on his elbows and gazed down at her with a genuine look of stunned wonder. “Your silky heat encompasses me.”
“Yes,” she panted. “But this is only the beginning, Rykhan.”
“There is more?”
“Much more, baby. Pull back and move in again,” she advised softly, draping her feet over his calves. Following her instructions, he begin to move, her hips providing the counter rhythm, a delicious wet friction that had her seeing stars.
His hips moved faster as his breath hitched. “Oh Tsiran!” he groaned over and over again.
Leah wasn’t far behind him in vocalizing how good he felt as his hard length slewed in and out of her slick channel. Her orgasm begin to circle but he slowed a bit and brought his gaze back to hers. “Something is about to happen, my Leah. I do not know how to explain it other than to say my tailpor is about to erupt.”
She bit her lip in an effort not to laugh and once she had regained control she assured him it was normal.
“But it is something that happens when I…” she saw his cheeks turn ruddy before he continued speaking. “When I pleasure myself.”
“In English we call it an orgasm and I can feel mine coming on as well,” she explained, using a hand to gently push his hair off his sweating forehead. He turned his flushed face into her hand, kissing her palm.
“Females erupt too?”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby and you’ll see,” she promised as his hips renewed their assault once again, taking her to the very pinnacle of pleasure before her body flew into millions of tiny, sharp pieces in waves so delightful she couldn’t breathe.
Rykhan however roared his delight so loudly it echoed against the large windows of the room. A sound which found Leah clutching him tightly to her.
It took more than a few moments before their bodies settled and Rykhan shifted his weight to one forearm as he raised his eyes to hers. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me, my Leah.”
Overwhelmed, Leah arched up in order to capture his mouth, but before their lips met, her shoulder bumped his elbow causing his arm, which was holding most of his weight, to slide on the silky comforter. His body fell onto hers their two metal armbands clanged together, sparks arcing as metal hit metal.
Neither Leah nor Rykhan was aware of the electrical charge released when their wahroms met because at the exact moment of impact, at the precise instant of collision between the two bracelets, both shook with climaxes so strong and of such intensity, their thought processes ceased.
It was if their two separate bodies shared the same explosion as an absolute blaze of bliss bound them together. Moreover, the connection between them, both physical and mental, throbbed deeply after its initial sharp crest, leaving them both aching and panting in their utter satisfaction.
More than a few minutes passed before either could stir themselves to do more than simply blink the aftershocks of their shared joining.
“I guess that’s what Bronsyn meant when he talked about the contact being embarrassing,” Leah offered on a whisper as Rykhan moved out and off her until he was lying on his back.
There was a wry smile in place as he used both hands to sweep his hair off his face, one that Leah found especially poignant after what they’d just done. “I agree. But next time, Tersa blay, we will make sure the action is deliberate, yes?”
Leah found their shared laughter to be the best sort of afterglow she’d ever experienced.
Chapter Thirteen
“Greetings, old friend,” Gwynt mumbled, running a hand over his messy locks as he stared into his private tresl. “To what do I owe the honor of a personal contact, especially at this hour?”
Bronsyn sighed. He had forgotten to check on the time difference between Earth and the Picarian planet of Nutrol before placing the call, but the news he had was too urgent to wait until their regularly scheduled daily meeting. Nor did he want to formally release the information and involve the entire Quest Committee until he had talked it over with Gwynt first. “We have a situation.”
The blonde man brought a cup to his lips and Bronsyn held his tongue allowing the friend he had known since his youth a few moments to collect himself before continuing. “One of the warriors has found his bride.”
“Good news, brother, but hardly worth a personal call.” Gwynt’s voice still carried a sleepy rumble and Bronsyn again curtailed his words. He needed the man well and truly awake to fully understand what had transpired.
“It is, if the human female of his choice has grown a wahrom in the exact shape and location as his,” Bronsyn murmured. It took a couple of beats before Gwynt’s eyes blinked and then widened even as the cup fell from his hand. There was the soun
d of pottery breaking but the male who headed the Committee shocked gaze never left his screen.
“The Posket you say!” Gwynt sputtered, swiping at his mouth and chin. “That’s not possible unless she is…”
“His one true and legitimate mate.” Bronsyn filled in the last of it when his friend could not continue. “Yes, I know.”
“But that’s not possible! There’s no way an Earth female could carry a wahrom in the same shape and location as one of the Picari Protectorate elite!” Gwynt sputtered in disbelief. “Are you trying to tell me those ridiculous religious legends were true?”
“I don’t know what to think. All I know is that she bears Protector Rykhan’s mark. I have seen it with my own eyes.” Bronsyn shook his head at the memory of seeing the band of bronze on the young woman’s arm that exactly mirrored the warrior who had chosen her. The shock of it had seared Bronsyn to his bones. “I never believed the old texts that described a true and legitimate pairing either. But it seems there is some validity to what the priests have been spouting since recorded history.”
“How did she obtain it? Do all human females have them?” Gwynt’s questions came too fast for Bronsyn to follow, much less to fully think through, and answer. “How do we know she didn’t just fashion it herself or had it applied by another? You have reported of the adornments those Earthlings wear. Could this just be a random piece of their jewelry?”
Bronsyn cleared his throat but still his reply carried all the notes of incredulity he would felt when his eyes had first seen it. “It grew after our warrior pressed his mouth to hers which Protector Rykhan called a kiss. As for other females on Earth having wahroms, I don’t know.” Bronsyn closed his eyes in order to remember what the smaller blonde female had described to the group of warriors. “By what I was told, the metal grew on her arm overnight and was as shocking to her as it is to us. According to my warriors, the female sought medical attention to determine what it was and how best to remove it.”
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