Brianna

by Judy Mays

Brianna wrapped her arms around his neck as she answered his hungry kiss with one of her own.

  Reaching back, he palmed the door.

  It closed silently behind them as Char carried his wife to her bridal bed.

  Chapter Six

  Brianna shivered with anticipation when Char dropped his arm from beneath her legs and let her slide slowly down his body. As she grabbed hold of his waist to balance herself, he slid his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, kneading gently, lifting and separating.

  Moaning, Brianna rubbed against the erection that pushed against her stomach. His hands were pure magic.

  When his hands left her buttocks and he pushed her away, Brianna sobbed.

  “Patience,” he murmured. “We need to get the rest of your clothing off.”

  Slowly, he kissed and nibbled his way down her torso until he knelt before her. Kissing the inside of her knee, he removed first one boot then the other, pausing to kiss each ankle. Then, hooking a finger on each side of her panties, he inched them down her legs, pausing only long enough to drag his tongue across her pubic hair.

  Moaning, Brianna grabbed his shoulders when her knees threatened to buckle.

  Rising to his feet, Char swept her into his arms and laid her down on the bed. But, instead of falling down next to her, he stepped back and caressed her from head to toe and back again with his eyes.

  Then, after making sure he had her full attention, he began to strip—slowly.

  Standing at the bottom of the huge bed, his eyes never leaving hers, Char unbuttoned his tunic. Starting at his right shoulder, he slowly released one button at a time. Once he’d finished with the diagonal row, he shrugged. His uniform slid down both arms. When he pulled them free, his uniform sagged around his hips.

  Fisting her hands in the silken bed covering, Brianna held her breath as Char lifted his arms above his head and stretched, his supple skin sliding smoothly over the taut muscles of his arms and chest. The dragon on his right shoulder seemed to shimmer with a life of its own as his uniform slipped lower. Only his erection kept it from falling.

  Brianna’s body demanded that she breathe. She gulped air, but her eyes remained locked on Char.

  Chuckling he turned his back, sat on the bottom of the bed, and pulled off his boots and socks. Then he stood again, his back still towards Brianna, planted his hands on his hips and slid his uniform down. He wore nothing underneath.

  Brianna eyes glided down the line of his spine. God, what a great ass. Her gaze came to rest on his tail which was much thinner than those of Miklan and Cindar. But then, his was only a tail while theirs were sexual organs. “What in the world do you do with that tail?”

  Char turned and smiled a devilish smile. “Another time, when you’re ready, I’ll show you just how this tail can be used.”

  But Brianna’s stomach muscles were already clenched. She forgot all about Char’s tail when she saw the size of the erection that sprang from its nest of fine, silky curls. Brianna had had her share of lovers, and she’d certainly looked at more than a few Playgirl magazines. She’d even let her friends talk her into watching a XXX-rated movie once, but she couldn’t remember ever seeing anything as impressive as Char’s cock.

  Oh my God. Just how long is it? Then she smiled. Mine.

  Chuckling, Char crawled up to her side, rubbing his engorged penis along the length of her body. Before his mouth claimed hers, he said, “Like what you see?”

  “Yes,” Brianna moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Char lowered his mouth and kissed the corner of her lips. Shivers of pleasure jolted through him when she bit his lower lip and thrust her tongue between his lips to mate with his.

  When she shoved her hips against him, Char threw his leg over her thighs to immobilize her. Lifting his head, he looked down into Brianna’s face.

  Passion burned in her green eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips red. She lifted her head, seeking his mouth. “Please…”

  Char’s entire body clenched, especially his cock. How he longed to plunge himself into her, but he was going to take his time. No matter what the future brought, Char intended that Brianna would never forget this wedding night.

  “Slowly, love, slowly. We want this to last.” After a deep, soul-wrenching kiss, Char tore his mouth from hers and turned his attention to her breasts.

  When Brianna grabbed his head and tried to pull his mouth back to hers, Char captured both of her hands in his and stretched them above her head.

  Moaning, Brianna arched her back, lifting her breasts.

  Burying his face between them, Char inhaled. Then he dragged his tongue down between them, nuzzling underneath her left breast where he proceeded to kiss and nibble the delicate skin.

  Brianna arched and bucked. “My nipples, please, suck on my nipples. Now!”

  Char chuckled against her chest. “If you insist.” He nipped her left nipple then sucked it into his mouth.

  “Ahhhhhhh!”

  Brianna arched her back even more and pushed her breast further into Char’s hot, wet mouth.

  She tried to wrench her hands free, but Char tightened his grip. “Easy. Not so fast. Let me pleasure you.” He sucked her other breast into his mouth.

  Rolling her head back and forth, Brianna struggled against Char’s grip. She had to get her hands on him, had to pull him on top of her so she could thrust herself onto his magnificent cock.

  “More, Char. I want more. I need more.”

  As Char continued to suckle her breasts, he shifted his body and slid his fingers between her thighs.

  Keening, Brianna arched her hips and spread her legs wider as his fingers probed.

  Char groaned as he slid first one then two fingers inside of her, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. She was so wet! He stroked, dipped and delved until her moisture covered his fingers.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  After Brianna opened her eyes and focused on him, Char raised his fingers to his mouth and slowly, separately, sucked each one. “You taste of sweet woman—and hot passion.”

  The muscles in her body clenched. When he slid his fingers inside of her again, her internal muscles clenched and tried to pull them deeper. He pulled them out. She was close to orgasm.

  The reactions of Brianna’s body to his fondling was putting more of a strain on Char’s control than he had thought possible, something that hadn’t happened in years. The texture of her skin was different from that of any other woman he’d ever been with, not as smooth as that of the women on his planet yet silky in its own subtle way. Her hair, though! There was so much of it! The feel of it against his bare skin excited him to levels he’d never before experienced. Releasing her hands, he braced himself on his forearm. Lifting one of her long curls with the fingers that had just been sliding in and out of her body, he wrapped one thick curl around his swollen penis, rubbing the silken loops up and down, up and down.

  Her body screaming for release, Brianna slowly regained control of herself by watching Char’s fascinated reaction to her hair. Eyes closed, head thrown back, he rubbed her hair against his erection.

  Sliding down a little, she replaced his hand with hers. She wound her hair around his cock then massaged his foreskin and teased the naked head with a single curl. His hips jerked once, then twice.

  Groaning, Char pulled her hand away from his cock and rolled onto her, murmuring soft words against her mouth. Finally, his two hands returned to cup the sides of her face. He settled on her hips, using his thighs to push hers closed, resting his throbbing erection on the soft hair at their juncture. Moving slowly, he rubbed his engorged penis against the soft, wiry hair, groaning at the sensations that raced through his body.

  Body tingling, Brianna pounded his shoulders with her fists and bucked her hips against his. The feelings racing through her body were stronger than any she’d ever experienced. She needed more—now! “Damn it. Stop teasing me. It’s been too long. I need your cock—deep—now!”
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br />   Pulling her with him, Char rolled onto his back.

  Brianna straddled his hips, her hair cascading about both their bodies.

  “Ride me, Brianna. Ride my cock.”

  Moaning, Brianna positioned herself over him. Finally!

  Slowly, Brianna slid down onto his long, hard length, panting, her internal muscles shuddering, as she stretched to accommodate him.

  Beads of sweat broke out on Char’s forehead as he grabbed Brianna’s hips and eased her down onto his cock. Groaning, he arched up into her as she slid further onto him. How he wanted to ram himself into her, but she was so tight! He had to wait, had to go slow so he didn’t hurt her.

  A low moan escaped from Brianna when she finally had Char’s cock completely embedded. Never had she been stretched so much or felt so full. She pushed herself up and then slid down again, slowly at first, then faster.

  Catching her rhythm, Char surged upward. It took only a few strokes for her orgasm to begin. Again, his fingers found their way between her thighs to the sensitive bud hidden by red curls.

  Brianna shuddered, sobbed, and collapsed onto his chest.

  As her body pulsed around him, Char struggled against his own orgasm. The tight, rhythmic clasps on his still deeply embedded erection brought more sweat to his brow as he fought for control. With a final surge of willpower, he gained mastery over his body. Inhaling the scent of the heavy, auburn tresses entangling both of them, he caressed her body and murmured soft words into her ears. As she slowly came back to her senses, his mouth renewed its worship of her nipples. He gently rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside.

  “I trust you have no complaints,” Char said softly as his tongue played with the hard buds, “but we haven’t finished yet. No Alalakan bride sleeps on her wedding night.”

  He began to move slowly then more rapidly, thrusting more deeply as her body’s movements matched his. This time he held nothing back and, when Brianna began to shudder again, he thrust deeply, exploding with his own release.

  Some minutes later, Char lifted his weight from Brianna and carried her with him as he rolled onto his back, holding her close to his chest. She sighed contentedly and rested her head against his left shoulder, the fingers of her left hand lightly traced his dragon tattoo.

  He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face until her eyes met his. He grinned when he saw the rosy blush. “Will you always change color after we make love?”

  “It’s called blushing,” Brianna mumbled and turned even more red as she tried to pull away.

  “Stay,” he whispered as he nuzzled her ear. “I won’t tease you anymore.”

  Brianna relaxed against him and shivered as his fingers caressed her spine. His gentle kisses were already eliciting a response. Her nipples hardened as he nibbled on her neck, and she gasped when his fingers began stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh.

  “I’ve learned much about your body,” he whispered in her ear. “Aren’t you curious about mine?”

  You can’t even begin to imagine, Alalakan don al’ Chardadon.

  Smiling, Brianna rose to one elbow and traced delicate lines across his chest, marveling at the silky texture of his skin. Her fingers slid across his upper abdomen, stopped, and traced a knotted scar below his right pectoral. “How did you get this scar?”

  Before he could answer, she lowered her head and nipped the masculine nipple closest to her. Lifting herself higher on her elbow, her hand moved to his erection without hesitation. The amused expression on Char’s face changed rapidly to passion when her head followed her hand. The sight and touch of her thick red curls draped over his thighs, and the things her moist mouth and tongue were doing to him were too much for his willpower. Uttering an unintelligible oath, he pulled her mouth to his, rolled her onto her back, and thrust deep.

  Brianna reveled in his lack of control. She was both comforted and excited that her alien husband wasn’t as cool and collected as he’d seemed. In moments, though, she too lost all control as sexual tension built to the breaking point. Their shared orgasm was all-encompassing.

  After she was able to breathe normally again, Brianna teased, “Will you always suffer from such a lack of control when we make love?”

  Char’s answer was his laugher and a swift, hard kiss. Then, grinning, he clasped his arms behind his head. Propping himself back against the pillows, he indulged himself with admiring his alien wife. She seemed to have quite a temper, and the blush that seemed always ready to rise accentuated her coloring perfectly. The nipples, though, that appeared and disappeared behind long red hair interested him far more than the prospect of enticing her prickly temper.

  Closing his eyes, Char settled himself more comfortably. He needed rest. The last few days had been extremely trying.

  Brianna relaxed against his side. Soon the events of the day took their toll and exhaustion claimed her.

  Char wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. Yes, this marriage had been a good idea.

  He woke Brianna twice more with his passionate kisses, kisses that she accepted eagerly and matched with her own passion. Both were completely sated when he left their bed ten hours later to shower.

  Char stood by the bed and stared down Brianna. He’d have liked to spend the next twenty-four hours with her as was the custom on Drakan, but he was captain of the ship. Sacrifices had to be made. She shifted once and settled into a deeper sleep. Carefully, he thumbed a lock of her hair from her face then dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

  Again Brianna awoke to silence. Stretching and yawning, she sat up when she realized she was alone. Sliding out of bed and brushing the hair out of her eyes, she readjusted the lighting and walked over to what she knew was Char’s closet. Pushing the same two buttons Meri had the day before in her room opened the door. Entering, she searched among his things for something to wear. She was tired of being naked. His clothing would do until she found something else.

  “Doesn’t he wear anything but uniforms?” she mumbled irritably as she searched. Opening drawers, she found several pairs of what looked like silk pajamas.

  “If he’s ever slept anything but naked since he’s been out of diapers, I’ll grow a tail myself,” she muttered as she pulled on a pair. Luckily there was a drawstring, and she was able to tie them tightly enough to keep them from falling. Rolling both legs up about a foot enabled her to walk without tripping. In another drawer, she found some soft, white, pullover type shirts that laced up the front. She slipped one over her head and rolled up the sleeves. After she brushed the tangles out of her hair, she gathered it together at the top of her head and tied it with a lace she had taken from another shirt. Working quickly, she soon had her hair in a long braid and tied the end with another lace.

  “That’s the best I can do with what I’ve got to work with.”

  Slipping into boots Meri had given her, she looked around the room. Beyond making the bed, there was really nothing to do. She left the bedroom for the outer chamber. The delicious smells wafting from the covered tray on the table reminded her that she hadn’t eaten for she didn’t know how long. Her stomach rumbled as she lifted the domed lid. A plate and utensils lay next to the tray. “Well,” she said, mostly to break the silence in the room, “as long as they have knives, forks, and spoons, they must be civilized.”

  Using the two-pronged fork, she selected items from various plates. There was some kind of pinkish meat in a white sauce that smelled heavenly and tasted like chicken. What looked like blue potatoes, but tasted more like cauliflower au gratin filled one dish, while what could only be some sort of fruit was piled high on another. And the bread looked like bread. A pitcher of what turned out to be plain water sat next to the tray, as did three separate bottles of wine. She chose the water.

  Some time later, Brianna pushed her plate away contentedly. “A good meal and a good night’s sleep, or day’s sleep anyway,” she said into the emptiness of the room, “works wonders on one’s
disposition.” She snorted and grinned to herself. And fantastic sex has a way of relieving tensions.

  She placed her dirty dishes on the tray and covered it with the lid since she had no idea what else to do with them. Opening one of the wine bottles and sniffing its contents, she decided a glass would be just what she needed to finish her meal. She had just taken her first sip when the door opened.

  “Have you eaten?” Char asked, as he walked to the table and poured a glass of wine for himself.

  Brianna nodded, unsure of both herself and him after the night they had shared. She was his wife, but she had known him all of twenty-four hours and said no more than a hundred words to him.

  Char leaned back against the table and grinned. “My clothing looks much better on you than it does on me.”

  Her nervousness ignited her temper. “Well, if I had some of my own, I wouldn’t have to wear other people’s!”

  Char grinned more broadly. He was beginning to love her prickly temper. It brought sparks to her green eyes and that lovely pink blush to her face. “I meant no offense. I promise to do all that I can to remedy your lack of clothing, but until we get to Mediria, there’s not much I can do. “

  Brianna sniffed. She knew not having clothes wasn’t Char’s fault, but his nearness made her nervous. She had to do something to relieve the tension that was building.

  Still grinning, he abruptly turned and set his glass on the table. Taking the two unopened bottles of wine, he placed them back in their cabinet.

  Brianna settled down on the sofa with her legs curled under her. Continuing to sip her wine, she watched as he busied himself arranging bottles in his wine cabinet. He was obviously something of a connoisseur. The vintage of whatever she was drinking was excellent.

  “What exactly is it you do?” she asked, “besides captain a spaceship? From what I’ve gathered, your family is very powerful.”

  Char turned and gazed steadily at Brianna. This was not a question he had expected. Was she a woman like his sister-in-law, only interested in the power and wealth the Alalakan name could bring her?