Revealed

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Rast,” she begged. “Rast, please take me. I need you in me—please!”

  He looked up at her, his cheeks wet with her juices though he had yet to taste her, and his eyes burning with desire. “Can’t do that yet, sweetheart. Can’t make love to you tonight. But I can do this.”

  With that, he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs and leaned down to give her a long, hot lick.

  Nadiah cried out, her hips bucking helplessly as he lapped her open pussy. His hot tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, licking her slowly one minute and then teasing her clit lightly the next. Her hands, which had been fisted in the covers on either side of her, crept up to grasp at his thick hair. Before she knew it, she was sliding her fingers through the silky-coarse strands and holding on tight while Rast continued to feast on her.

  If he minded her death grip on his hair, she certainly couldn’t tell by his reaction. If anything, her fingers against his scalp seemed to spur him on, to make him even more eager to pleasure her.

  His big hands slid around her thighs, locking them open, and he redoubled his efforts, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth and tonguing it mercilessly until Nadiah cried out breathlessly with pleasure.

  She could feel something inside her now. Something like a wire in the very center of her being. A wire that was slowly growing taut, winding tighter and tighter until soon it must snap. Nadiah wasn’t sure what would happen to her when it did, but all the same she ached for it, needed it…needed something she couldn’t name.

  “Rast,” she begged. “Rast, please, I need…I need…”

  “You need to come,” he said, panting, as he looked up momentarily from his labors. “You need to let yourself go and come all over my face.”

  Nadiah was filled with frustration and need. “But…but I don’t know how.”

  “You don’t have to,” Rast assured her. “I’ll show you. Just spread your thighs a little wider and let me work on you, sweetheart. Let me eat your sweet little pussy.”

  She tried to do as he said but it seemed like every muscle in her body wanted to tense up. Her stomach was fluttering and her skin felt incredibly sensitive, almost as though it was suddenly too tight for her body. But she knew that if she didn’t let Rast finish, she would never reach that elusive peak. Never find out what happened when the wire inside her snapped.

  Releasing her grip on his hair, she forced herself to relax and spread her thighs wider, giving him even greater access.

  “That’s good,” Rast murmured, kissing the inside of one thigh gently. “Very good, sweetheart. But you didn’t have to let go of my hair—I like knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

  “Oh…I thought…though maybe I was hurting you.” Nadiah slipped her fingers into his thick, light brown hair again.

  He grinned. “I’ll probably have a hell of a headache later but it’s worth it. So don’t worry—just do what feels good.” With that, he lowered his head again and gave her another long lick, flattening his tongue so that he tasted every part of her pussy at once.

  Nadiah moaned and prepared herself for more, waiting for the wire to snap. But this time, it wasn’t only his tongue on her pussy that made her gasp and cry. As he started to tease her swollen clit again, drawing circles around it with his tongue tip until she thought she would go insane, she felt first one, then two of his thick fingers slide deep into her pussy and begin to move.

  “Oh…oh, Goddess!” she gasped. This is how he’d do it, she thought as he continued the steady pumping motion, thrusting deeply inside her virgin pussy as he continued to lap and tease her clit. This is how he would make love to me…how he would fuck me.

  The forbidden thought, almost as much as his careful penetration, was what finally made the wire snap and sent her spinning over the edge of pleasure. Her hands tightened in his hair and she wailed his name, her entire body arching in a spasm of pure need as he gave her what she’d been begging for.

  “Rast…oh, Rast!” Nadiah chanted his name like a prayer, pumping her hips in time to the rhythm he’d started with his tongue and fingers. Pleasure washed over her like warm water, drenching her completely as her release went on and on. It was as though years of frustration and forbidden thoughts, over a decade of building sexual need had finally come to a single searing point in her soul and she was exploding from within.

  Rast rode out her orgasm, the fingers of his free hand digging into her thigh as he stayed with her no matter how she bucked. He seemed to relish her pleasure almost as much as she did and he didn’t stop licking and sucking and pumping his fingers inside her until Nadiah finally relaxed completely.

  “Oh…” she whispered, her whole body feeling flushed and warm and totally relaxed. “Oh Goddess, that was unbelievable. Amazing.”

  “Fucking amazing,” Rast agreed in a low growl. Holding her eyes with his own, he slowly withdrew his two fingers and sucked them clean of her honey. Then he was on the bed with her again, taking her into his arms. “You’re gorgeous when you come, you know that?” he whispered hoarsely, and then took her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

  Nadiah moaned when she realized what he was doing—sharing her own unique and secret flavor with her, feeding it to her on his tongue as he penetrated her mouth the same way he’d penetrated her pussy.

  I taste good, she thought deliriously. Who could have imagined? But she did. Hot and wet and sweet, she loved the flavor of herself mixed with the warm taste of Rast’s tongue. Loved the intimate act of sharing this secret part of herself with him. It felt so good, so right…

  And then suddenly, Rast broke the kiss and rolled away from her.

  “What…what’s wrong?” Feeling disoriented from the passionate kiss and the intense pleasure she’d just experienced, Nadiah looked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked again. “Why did you stop?”

  “Had to stop.” Rast’s deep chest was heaving in and out as he dragged air into his lungs. “Can’t…can’t do anymore or I won’t be able to help myself. To keep myself from…” He trailed off, shaking his head but Nadiah knew what he meant.

  He’s talking about taking me, she thought and a shiver of pleasurable fear ran through her. Making love to me right here and now, changing the color of my eyes even though he promised not to.

  A single look down between Rast’s muscular legs confirmed it. The towel which had been wrapped around his waist had come off and Nadiah could see his long, thick shaft pulsing between his thighs in time with his heartbeat. It was a darker shade than the rest of his body and the broad, blunt head was already leaking a slippery clear liquid.

  His seed, she thought. That which could change the color of my eyes. Despite the inherent danger, she longed to stroke that angry looking shaft, to sooth and pleasure him as he had pleasured her. To taste his salty seed.

  Without thinking about it, she reached out to wrap her fingers around his thickness and began caressing his cock.

  * * * * *

  Going down on her, hearing her cries and gasps and moans while he tasted her sweet, soft little pussy had almost been Rast’s undoing. All he could think about was rolling her over, spreading her thighs and thrusting his cock as deep into her soft, unresisting body as he could.

  Can’t, he told himself, half delirious with lust. Can’t. Have to stop. Have to—And that was when he felt her soft little hand on his swollen shaft.

  Rast nearly jumped out of his skin. “God, sweetheart,” he gasped, half sitting up. “Don’t! You shouldn’t!”

  “Why not?” Nadiah looked up at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling. “Why can’t I touch you as you touched me? Explore you as you explored me?”

  “It’s dangerous,” he ground out. “You don’t understand, Nadiah, I might lose control.”

  “Lose control and take me, you mean?” A naughty little smile curved the corners of her pink lips. “Well now, wouldn’t that be a shame? I guess I’d have no choice but to spread my thighs and let you…let you fuck me.”

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sp; The hot, dirty word coming from her sweet, innocent mouth nearly drove him over the edge. And it didn’t help that she was basically saying she wouldn’t try to stop him if he took her. That she would just lie back and spread for him, open herself and let him have anything he wanted.

  “We need to stop now, while I still can.” Rast reached for her wrist and pulled her small, delicate hand away from his cock. “Come on now, stop touching me.”

  “But you got to touch me.” Nadiah gave him a disappointed look. “Please, Rast, can’t I just touch you a little if I promise to be very, very careful? I’ve never seen a naked male before and I’ve certainly never touched one. Please?”

  God, if there’s anything more dangerous than a curious virgin I don’t want to know what it is. But the pleading tone in her voice as well as the look on her lovely face finally convinced him.

  “All right,” he said with a sigh. “But just…be careful. Think of it this way—you’re playing with a loaded gun. It might go off.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping.” Nadiah gave him a look that was half shy, half defiant. “I want to make you come the way you made me come. I want to give you pleasure, Rast. Please let me—please tell me how.”

  After that, there was nothing he could do but let her.

  He watched, his hands fisted at his sides, as she stroked him, her small white hand caressing his entire rigid length from the sensitive crown all the way down to the thick root of his cock. After a long while, she looked up at him and smiled tentatively.

  “Is this all right? Is this how you like to be touched?”

  “It’s more than all right,” Rast assured her hoarsely. In fact, her soft, innocent exploration was doing more for him than the feel of a much more experienced hand would have. She was so beautiful, her cheeks still flushed pink from her orgasm, her dark blue eyes bright with curiosity and love, her long blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders like a bright, golden shawl. Watching her explore him, he thought his cock and his heart might burst at the same time. She was just too much, too perfect. It was hard to believe she was really his.

  She’s not yet, though, whispered a little voice inside his head—the voice of his intuition. Until you bond her completely and change the color of her eyes she can still be taken away from you. You should take her now, mark her so no other male can touch her.

  But he couldn’t do that—he’d made a promise to Sylvan and damn it, he wasn’t a man who broke promises. Everything’s going to be all right, he told himself uneasily. I’ll marry her and make her mine as soon as we get to the Mother Ship.

  It made him anxious and uneasy to ignore his gut instinct—all his life he’d followed it and it had never led him astray. But in this case, he had his honor to think about. He had given his word and he wasn’t going to break it. Still, he couldn’t help thinking he might be sorry…

  “Oh, God.” The surprised gasp was torn from his lips as Nadiah decided to try something new. Rast watched with a fresh surge of desire as she bent over him, the ends of her long, silky hair tickling his thighs, and licked the head of his cock again.

  “Mmm.” She looked up at him, a naughty glint in her dark blue eyes. “I love the way you taste.”

  “Sweetheart you…you don’t have to do that,” Rast told her in a strangled voice.

  “But I want to. Want to taste you like you tasted me.” She frowned. “Am I doing it wrong? Should I take it in my mouth instead?”

  “You’re doing everything right,” Rast assured her. “Just…be careful. I’m right on the edge as it is.”

  She gave him a teasing smile. “Then you’re right where I want you.” Leaning down, she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. He was thick and long so she couldn’t get all of it in but it was clear she was taking as much as she could.

  Rast cried out hoarsely and one hand stole down to caress her silky hair. God, she was a natural at this. She seemed to know instinctively to be careful of her teeth and the way she was swirling her soft little tongue around the pulsing head of his cock made him feel like he was going to come at any second.

  Have to be careful, he thought hazily. Will getting cum in her mouth change her eyes? Better not risk it.

  Reluctantly, because she seemed perfectly willing to keep on sucking him until he went over the edge, Rast decided he had to stop her. Gently but firmly, he pulled her away though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

  “But…but Rast,” she protested as he pulled her loose. “I wanted to taste your seed.”

  “That’s exactly what I don’t want to risk,” he growled. “What if it changes your eyes?”

  Nadiah frowned. “I don’t think it would. I think it’s only if you get it in my…my pussy.” She still seemed a little shy saying the word, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. Rast found her embarrassment both charming and arousing.

  “Well, let’s not take a chance, okay? Come here.” He pulled her up to lie against the side of his chest, leaving her right hand free. “You can finish me off with that soft little hand of yours. Okay?”

  She sighed. “All right, I guess. But I wanted to use my mouth to make you come—the same way you did for me.”

  “There’ll be plenty of time for that as soon as we’re married,” Rast said firmly and felt that little tingle of unease again. He pushed it away and stroked her hair. “Well? Come on, sweetheart, don’t leave a guy hanging.”

  She smiled. “All right then. I’ll do my best.” Reaching down, she fisted his shaft again—or tried to. Her slender fingers couldn’t quite fit all the way around the thick girth of his cock. “You’re so big,” she murmured as she stroked him up and down. “How will you ever fit inside me?”

  “As wet and slippery as you get?” Rast kissed her hungrily. “I should be able to slide right in,” he murmured. “But I swear I’ll be very slow and gentle, you know that, right?”

  Nadiah kissed him back and began pumping his cock in a slow, up and down stroke that drove him wild. “Yes, you’re good at that. You were so slow and gentle touching me I thought I’d go insane.”

  “That’s because sex isn’t about the destination,” Rast lectured in a hoarse voice. “It’s about the…oh, God, sweetheart! It’s about the journey.”

  “So that means I should go very slowly while I touch you too?” With a mischievous smile, Nadiah slowed her stroke considerably, until she was just barely touching him. “Is that right?”

  Rast groaned and bucked up into her hand, trying to get more sensation, more contact with her slim fingers and soft palm. “You little tease. You’re giving me a taste of my own medicine, aren’t you?”

  She laughed delightedly. “Yes, exactly. I want to make this last.”

  But he’d lasted long enough already. Rast was afraid that if he held out much longer, he would give in and let her suck him again. Or else roll her over and thrust his cock balls deep in her tight little pussy.

  Wrapping his own, larger hand around her smaller one and taking a firm grip, he thrust up and down, using the delicious friction to finally achieve his release.

  “God!” he gasped as he felt the orgasm rolling up from the base of his balls. He’d never been this excited by a simple hand job before. But then again, he’d never had the hand of the woman he loved and wanted to be with forever wrapped around his cock. Even with his ex, he hadn’t had this sense of rightness…of belonging. The feeling that the woman in his arms was meant to be there, and that he would kill or die to keep her with him and protect her forever. Mine, he thought again and this time the thought came with no shame or guilt—just a complete and utter certainty. Nadiah’s mine.

  “Oh!” Nadiah gasped breathlessly as his cum jetted out in hard, hot spurts, covering both their hands and bathing Rast’s flat belly as well. “Oh,” she murmured. “It’s so hot. And you’re still hard.”

  “Uh, yeah. Sometimes it takes a little while to go down.” Rast shifted uncomfortably. To tell the truth, he’d barely taken the edge o
ff his lust and could probably go several more times if she wanted to. But he’d learned from experience that his peculiar gift—the fact that he needed almost no recovery time after coming—wasn’t always welcome to the opposite sex. In fact, his ex had hated it.

  But far from being upset, Nadiah’s eyes were shining with excitement. She turned to Rast eagerly. “Can we do it again?”

  “Sure.” He grinned at her. “As many times as you want, sweetheart. But first, I think it’s your turn—I want to taste you again.”

  “Only if I can taste you too.” Nadiah looked at him shyly. “Do you think…could we taste each other at the same time?”

  Rast felt a surge of lust pulse through his cock. God, he loved this woman! She was such a mixture of innocence and raw, hungry sexuality it made him crazy.

  “Of course we can,” he murmured. “I’ll show you how in a minute. Just let me get cleaned up.”

  “I’ll get you something.” Nadiah started to hop off the bed but he stopped her for a moment.

  “Wait,” he commanded. “Let me look at you just for a minute.”

  She looked up at him questioningly. “What? Is everything all right?”

  “Everything’s more than all right.” Rast searched her lovely face, memorizing the delicate lines and feminine angles. “You have beautiful eyes, you know that?” he murmured. “I don’t even have a name for that color blue—I don’t think there’s anything like it anywhere on Earth.”

  “Oh, Rast…” She looked down, blushing, but he lifted her chin.

  “I’m serious,” he told her. “They’re beautiful. But I can’t wait to change their color. I can’t wait to look at you and know you’re mine forever and no one can take you away from me.”

  Her lovely eyes filled with tears for a moment. “You can know that now. I’m sure my parents will never want me back on Tranq Prime. But even if they did I wouldn’t go. I’m yours and you’re mine—we belong together.”