by Opal Carew
He drew in a deep breath, then tipped up her chin and claimed her lips in a potently erotic kiss, his tongue thoroughly exploring the inside of her mouth. When he released her mouth, she gasped for air. His gaze locked on to hers, holding her mesmerized as he drew back, the head of his penis dragging along the length of her vagina, stimulating her with exquisite pleasure; then he slid forward, impaling her again.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging in deep breaths as he drew back and glided forward several more times. Her body rigid with need, she pivoted forward and back with his movements.
Pleasure swelled through her in waves. He spiraled his hips against hers, sending her head spinning. As his sure hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him and arched forward, gasping as his cock pushed even deeper inside her.
Oh, God, yes, she was going to come soon. Her body stiffened, and she tightened around him, almost gasping at the feel of his thick cock cradled inside her.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear.
But she couldn’t relax. She wanted an orgasm so badly it hurt, and she knew she had to work for it. She squeezed her internal muscles and pulled on him, sucking him deep into her body. She wanted this orgasm. She would not let it slip away.
“Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me hard.”
His moss-green eyes seared her with his intense desire. He began to move, driving that big cock of his deep inside her. Again and again. Heavenly sensations quivered through her.
She slid her fingers between them, finding her clitoris. As he plunged into her, she rubbed rapidly at her clit, stimulating, feeling the intensity build. He tried to draw her hand away, but she resisted, pulsing against herself as he pumped into her.
“You don’t need to do that,” he murmured against her ear, then kissed the base of her neck.
“Yes, I do.” Her guttural voice sounded so needy, she barely recognized it. “God, please just fuck me. I’m so close.”
He relented and thrust deep into her, pounding her against the wall. The sensation of his rigid cock thrusting inside her and her fingers stimulating herself brought the elusive orgasm close. He thrust deep again, pinning her to the wall, nearly melting her to a puddle of mush; then he stormed her mouth with his tongue, driving as deep as his cock inside her. Her insides ached with yearning, and she wanted to protest, but his mouth on hers, his tongue driving into her, nearly sent her over the edge.
Then he began to move again. His cock drove in deep and hard.
“Oh, my God, I’m coming.” Totally shocked, she found herself flying over the edge. Never had an orgasm come so easily.
He drew back and thrust sharply, and she felt his ejaculation wash her insides with heat. Her whole being shimmered with intense explosions of blissful joy. She clung to him tightly, their bodies crushed together, his cock filling her impossibly full, and she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped against him, and his arms tightened around her. He lowered her legs, but remained buried inside her.
“That was…wonderful.”
He kissed her neck. “It would be even more wonderful if you relaxed and let me pleasure you.”
Oh, damn, she’d bruised his male ego.
“Honey, you did.” She nuzzled his neck, then beamed at him. “You were incredible.”
She kissed his cheek lightly and intended to ease out of his embrace, be he held her still. He gazed into her eyes and stroked her cheek.
“Crystal, you don’t have to stimulate yourself. I know how to bring you to orgasm without that.”
She stroked his cheek. Male ego was one thing, but he needed to understand. Although she loved being fucked by a man, ultimately she took responsibility for her own pleasure. She would not depend on a man for that.
“Look, sweetie, don’t worry about it. It’s just that I know my body better than you do.”
“Give me a chance to prove it.”
His cock twitched inside her, and then he let it slide out. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and stretched out beside her. He unfastened her bra and peeled it away, smiling appreciatively as he released her thirty-eight D breasts. His mouth covered her rigid nipple, and he licked the beadlike nub, washing her in pleasure. He kissed down her belly, and as he approached her crotchless panties, she opened her legs, knowing she revealed her silky blonde curls and the pink folds of flesh between them.
“Gattra, my love. This garment is quite…fasvin.”
She didn’t know what it meant, but from the awe in his voice, it sounded wicked and wonderful.
His tongue nudged against her pussy, then dabbed at her clit. She was still so primed, she nearly climaxed right then and there.
Two more licks and another nudge and the orgasm claimed her. She arched against him.
“Oh, God, you’re making me come again.” She couldn’t believe it. Never had she had two orgasms so close together.
He continued to lick, then he sucked lightly, and her moan intensified with the pleasure pulsing through her. He dabbed tenderly as her pleasure eased.
He kissed her. The blissful feel of being in his arms, held tenderly, disturbed her. She had to break the intimate contact.
She reached for his rock-hard cock and stroked it, surprised that it was still rigid with wanting her.
“It’s your turn now, honey.” She pushed herself up and crouched over him, then grasped his incredible cock in her hands and licked the head. It twitched under her attention. She swirled her mouth around him, then licked him top to bottom. Her hands slid around his shaft, and she pumped him as she swallowed the head into her mouth. She took him deep, then squeezed her lips around the top of the shaft, under the corona and licked him, around and around the ridge.
“Crystal, sweetheart, you’re going to make me—ah.”
“That’s the idea, honey. I want you to… Ahhh.”
“I am trying to hold myself back.”
“You seem to make a habit of that.” She swirled him inside her mouth, then smiled at him. “Come on, show me how much you love my mouth sucking your big cock. Shoot a load so big I drown in it.”
She sucked on him, drawing him deep into her throat, taking every last inch inside her.
“Gattra. Crystal, you’re so xalta sexy!”
He tensed, and then a flood of liquid filled her throat, pulsing into her. She swallowed, gulping to keep up with him. Never had a man filled her with so much.
Once he finished spurting, she released him, then kissed up his stomach to his chest. To her total surprise, he rolled her onto her back and plunged into her again, his big cock still hard as steel. He thrust again and again until finally she shrieked in ecstasy.
He claimed her lips, drawing her firmly against his body. She snuggled against him, wondering how she’d slipped into orgasm so easily, especially without self-stimulation. That had never happened before. Ever since her first intimate relationship with her high-school sweetheart, which had been disappointing to say the least, her older sister had told her that the key to a great sex life for a woman was taking control of her own pleasure. Both Crystal and her sister had learned through their mother’s experiences never to depend on a man, and this was just another area where that was true.
After a few minutes of cuddling, she tried to ease away from his solid body, but he held her tight. She wanted to protest, wanted to slip into the other room and stretch out on her own bed, but the warmth of his body and the secure feeling of being in his arms lulled her, until the exhaustion of the day claimed her and she slipped into sleep.
Crystal awoke to find she couldn’t move her arms and legs. She opened her eyes and realized her arms were bound above her head and her legs were stretched out, wide open. She was completely naked. She pulled against the bonds, some kind of straps. They looked flimsy, and they felt silky against her skin, but they held her firm.
So the man was into bondage. This could be fun.
“The
y don’t allow you to move, so you can’t hurt yourself pulling against them.” Terrien smiled down at her. “I can position your limbs any way I want.” He lifted one of her arms and let go of it a few inches above the bed and it simply stayed there. “The bands have anti-grav built in. If I put the waistband on you, I could suspend you in midair.”
Excitement skittered through her at the feel of being wide open to his heated gaze. He could touch her anywhere he wanted. And, God, she wanted him to touch her.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked.
He pushed her wrists together above her head, easing the elevated one back to rest on the bed; then he prowled over her.
“Now, I’m going to show you how to receive pleasure.”
Chapter Six
Crystal had done the bondage thing before and knew it didn’t really work for her. If she couldn’t access her clit, then the pleasure wouldn’t come. But why challenge his male ego? She couldn’t decide if she’d fake an orgasm for him or if she should just let it go to show his arrogant self that she knew what she was talking about.
He was so gorgeous, though, and so sweet for wanting to sweep her away with passion, that she thought she’d be nice and fake it for him.
Except memories of being swept away last night after the first time, of actually plummeting into orgasm without any self-stimulation, threw her off a little. Was it just that she had been so primed and had just experienced the best orgasm of her life? Was what she’d felt that second time—and third—just an echo or continuation of the first orgasm?
His lips nuzzled her neck, and her body pulsed with need. The thoughts drifted away. He nibbled her earlobe, and then he kissed along her collarbone. Soon his tongue explored her body, starting with her shoulders, then gliding downward. Her nipples puckered and thrust forward as he lapped at the borders of her areolas but never broached the pebbling skin. He dabbed into her navel, then traveled downward, but curved around her pussy to her sensitive inner thighs.
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, then down her chest. He licked the edge of her aureola, but this time continued over the nubby flesh until he circled her nipple, the tip of his tongue swirling around the bead of flesh.
“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 body. 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, moss-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; then 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 kissed his neck, longing to kiss every part of him.
He surged forward, then eased back. She moaned at the incredible pleasure. He surged forward again. Her clit twitched, longing to be stimulated.
“Release my hands,” she whispered in his ear.
“No.”
He surged forward and back, forward and back. The pleasure built within her, then hovered on the edge.
“Please, I’m so close. I don’t want to lose it.”
“You won’t.”
It hovered closer, then skittered away.
“I will.” The frustration squeaked in her voice.
He kissed her temple and thrust deep.
“You won’t. Trust me, my love.”
He shifted his hips and spiraled inside her, sending a thrilling sensation swirling through her, drawing the orgasm closer, closer, but not close enough.
“Let yourself go.”
But every muscle in her body tensed, grasping for that elusive burst of pleasure.
“Let it go.” His hand slid behind her and stroked her lower back.
Like magic, she felt the tension drain from her. Her muscles relaxed, and yet the pleasure built 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, then burst into an intoxicating flame of pure ecstasy.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, GOD!”
She rode the wave of passion he thrust through her, his cock penetrating 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.
As she lay gasping for breath, he worshiped her breasts with his lips.
“You see? I am able to bring you an orgasm without you needing to pleasure yourself.”
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 that amazing pleasure again?
“It wasn’t luck, Crystal,” he said as if reading her mind.
To prove his point, he arched forward, driving his cock deep into her. He barely moved, just a slight vibration of his hips, and she wailed as intense, bubbling pleasure crashed over her. She hovered on the crest of the gigantic wave, gasping as the orgasm surged through her. Time lost all meaning. The orgasm went on and on.
It slowed, the pleasure diminishing a little; then he spiraled his hips, and it erupted even stronger. She screamed in pure ecstasy. Never had she experienced such joy.
Slowly, he released her from his sexual spell, slowing his movements, allowing her pleasure to ramp down. She gasped in air as he kissed her shoulder. He 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 glanced up 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 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 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.”
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, and his long, dangling penis, remembering the pleasure it had given her.
“I’ll make you some breakfast first. Ham and cheese omelet, right?”
“How did you know?”
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 skirt, 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 corridors 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 stepping outdoors.
She gazed upward to see a blue sky, a few light, fluffy clouds and what appeared to be the sun.
