Adaptation: book I (30 page)

Bilal could both feel and hear her heart beating rapidly, and his heart sped up to match it. His lips explored her mouth, his tongue tasting her, and she sucked his lower lips into her mouth. Bilal inhaled, his penis lurching to fully erection, and then he mimicked her, drawing her full upper lip into his mouth and sucking it lightly.

Carmella felt the tender warmth at her core flare to life. Her hands moved over him restlessly, not able to get enough of him. Her hand lingered on the swell of his ass, and it all became real—she was kissing him and she was caressing him.

She wanted to make love with him.

Bilal couldn’t equate the pleasure of kissing Carmella to anything else he had ever experienced, and not because he was aroused. She was allowing him to hold her, to feel her touch, to kiss her lips. This woman he had violated and whose life he had invaded somehow loved him. She proved it when he felt her grip his erect penis, and the pleasure coursing through his body nearly caused him to lose his balance. He gasped, his lips parted, and his eyes closed.

Carmella moved her head back in order to watch the expression of pleasure that crossed his face. His dark brow furrowed, and his skin moved from its normal gray tan to a soft red. Her fingers continued to manipulate his hard shaft until he sucked in a sharp breath.

He gripped her wrist to still her action. “No,” he gasped. “I want to spill myself inside of you.” He didn’t ask, and he didn’t wait. He lifted her easily into his arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

Carmella’s arms moved to wrap around his neck, and her body pulsed with wanton desire. She wanted to grip his cock again, to feel him straining over her—anything to ebb the incessant desire that had been building in her for months.

He moved surefooted through the darkened corridor. His eyes were made to see in the dark—perhaps even created for this very purpose—so that one day he might carry a woman to her bed to make love to her for the first time in a decade. Maybe everything that had happened—the world ending, him impregnating her—was supposed to lead to this.

Bilal set her down beside the bed. He looked at her face and felt her desire. As he watched her sweeping off clothes, kicking off shoes, and shimmying out of her pants and panties, his skin darkened from red to purple. Bilal’s breath felt strained as he took in her beauty. With one step he closed the space between them and cupped her full breasts. He brought his lips down to one nipple and indulged in what he had fantasized about for months. He drank from her breast, her sweet milk filling his belly and curbing his hunger.

Carmella cradled his head and stroked his wet strands of hair.

When he drank his fill from the first breast, he moved to the second, drawing the warm liquid into his hungry mouth. When the flow of milk ebbed, Bilal sucked harder, drawing the milk out and gently squeezing her breast until Carmella moaned. He eyed a lone drop of milk that threatened to drip from her thick nipple and flicked out his tongue greedily, catching and swallowing it. He kissed both nipples and moved upward to reclaim her lips.

Carmella’s body felt as if her breasts and nipples were on fire. When he lifted her, she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his sinewy body. When he lowered them to the bed, his cock hard between them, Carmella ground her hips against him. Her fingers buried themselves into his hair as his weight came down between her spread thighs. With insistent groans she lapped at his mouth and lips and he reciprocated, feeding her his tongue and offering his mouth.

Bilal’s body knew exactly what it needed to do. He raised himself up on his left elbow and gripped his shaft, lining himself up with Carmella’s opening. He moaned when he felt her slick warmth against the tip of his cock. He knew that meant that it was okay for him to push inside of her. He did and felt her hot velvety flesh engulf him. He cried out in surprise as he pumped his hips and felt the friction of her canal as it squeezed and vibrated around him.

“Carmella!” he cried.

Carmella’s eyes rolled up into her head at the remembered pleasure of having a man inside of her, pushing in and out of her rhythmically. There was pain, but she remembered that the pain was unique and on this side of pleasure. The spiraling in the center of her core soon reminded her how purely delicious it was to feel a man deep inside of her.

She cried out and clutched his back with each plunge of his cock. How could she have gone so long without feeling this? How could she think her fingers could ever bring her pleasure like this? Shockwaves turned into an earthquake as her body could take no more and finally exploded. Her hips moved from the bed and met his pelvis, forcing him to bury himself balls deep into her. She buried her head into his shoulder and whimpered as wave upon wave of pleasure ebbed through her, her first manmade orgasm in over ten years.

Bilal held her, shocked by the intense feel of her clenching vagina. It was milking him the way Carmella milked the cows. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a loud wail, Bilal released spurt after spurt of semen deep into Carmella’s body.

His body tensed and seized, holding him in the throes of his own orgasm while his semen continued to flood Carmella. It took several minutes before his body would release itself from its paralysis, and with several small twitches he collapsed on top of her.

Carmella held onto Bilal’s panting body. She stared wide-eyed at nothing, allowing herself to feel something she thought she had forever lost. She now knew that it had never been lost to her but had been hiding away safely until she was able to bring it back out to the light of day.

What she thought she had lost was hope.

She would never lose hope again.

~***~

Bilal listened
to
the silence of his home.

His son slept soundly in the next room, and his woman slept contently in his arms, sated from three acts of lovemaking. Had she not fallen asleep, they might still be having sex.

He was exhausted. His body told him to sleep so that it could rejuvenate, but he found it impossible to turn off his brain and allow his body to shut down.

Every second of his time was precious, and he would make every second count.

Five years and counting …

Carmella thrashed
in her sleep, fighting the monsters of the night before. She suddenly sat bolt upright in bed with a scream ready to escape from her lips. She looked around frantically and saw that she was in her warm bed with Bilal beside her fast asleep, the covers pushed down exposing his taut belly and one nude hip. Despite the fact that he was asleep his tentacles pushed through his chest and appeared to reach for her.

As Carmella’s frantic breathing calmed she watched in fascination as one tentacle gently touched her neck the other touched her cheek. This is Bilal, she thought as a warm safe feeling engulfed her. He is watching me even as he sleeps. Tiredly she settled back into bed and placed her head on his shoulders her arms going around his warm body. He didn’t awaken, obviously exhausted and yet his tentacles stayed attuned to her.

She was curious about something…could they see her even without the use of Bilal’s eyes? Could HE see her even though his eyes were closed? With a yawn she reached out a finger and one tentacle gently twined around it. She smiled to herself and then fell asleep with it wrapped around her finger, secure in the knowledge that none of the monsters from her dreams would ever reach her, no bad men could hurt her or her child. She was safe.

~***~

The next time she opened her eyes it was daylight and Bilal was lying on his side facing her. The first thing she saw were his dark eyes staring at her and she smiled. One of his tentacles was embedded in her shoulder and she reached up to touch it but it slowly released her.

“I fixed the damage to your neck and located other things that needed fixing.” His brow drew together not wanting to contemplate what she’d endured last night and all the nights before.

Carmella reached up and felt smooth skin from previous scars.  How far they had come when she had hunted him down to kill him and despite that he had saved her from a pack of wolves. He could have left her to her fate but instead he carried her back to her house and repaired her even while he was badly injured from the gun shots that she had delivered.

In silent acknowledgement of all that he had done and how far they had come, Carmella hugged him tightly and kissed his lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“Of course.”

She pulled back and looked at him. “What about you? Are you completely healed?”

“Yes.”

She sat up and swung her legs out of bed. “I’m going to check on the baby.”

Bilal gripped her wrist. “He’s sleeping.” He could hear their son’s steady breathing. He would be asleep for some time unless interrupted and Bilal knew that his son needed the healing sleep just as much as he had.

Carmella looked down at Bilal’s hand on her wrist; grey and tan against brown. She met his expectant eyes and smiled.

“You aren’t ready to get out of bed yet?” She said with a teasing tone.

“There are things that I would like to do in this bed.” He sat up. Long dark hair trailed in unruly strands over his shoulder and when the bed covers moved down below the dark thatch of hair that nestled between his legs and hinted at the delights to be found there, Carmella felt a warm jolt of electricity between her own thighs.

He reached out and drew her back down into bed. He watched the way her brown eyes darkened and listened for the increased beating of her heart and the rapid way that her breath moved in and out of her lungs. He then leaned forward and kissed her. Her responsive kiss caused his body to grow hard again and he delighted when she gripped his penis in her hand and rubbed it gently.  He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do more; make love to her or just lay back and let her touch him.

Suddenly he remembered that there was something that he was curious about. Sitting up suddenly he trailed kisses down Carmella’s torso, not forgetting her sweet brown nipples. When he got to her belly she rolled onto her back and gave him a look filled with intensity and need.

He stroked the bush of pubic hair that covered her mound and then trailed a finger at the crease of her labia. Carmella’s body began to shiver. She spread her legs and watched him as he explored her curiously.

Bilal took two fingers and spread her lips marveling at the pink, moist folds and the little pearl of pleasure that slowly unfolded from its hood. This is what he was curious about; how it would taste.

He lowered his mouth and then flicked out his tongue and collected a bit of the clear moisture that was streaming from her vagina. Immediately her body arched and she mewed. When he glanced up he saw that her head was thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed.

He flicked with his tongue again and this time her legs began to tremble and her body lurched. She gasped and caught her breath as her hands caught the sheets. Bilal watched her as he licked and sucked at the moist warm folds and soon her writhing and moans escalated until the little pearl against his tongue began to spasm rapidly. He licked it, which caused Carmella to screech and almost come off the bed. But he didn’t stop. He knew that she liked what he was doing.

After a moment, Carmella drew up her knees and with a breathless giggle moved away.

“Enough!” She laughed. “I can’t cum anymore!”

He climbed up onto the bed and gripped her in his arms just wanting the feel of her there against his body. But she had other ideas. She kissed him and then wiggled out of his grasp and moved down the bed.

Bilal sat up on his elbows and watched as she took hold of his hard shaft. She placed his penis into her mouth and for a wonderful few seconds he forgot how to breath.

Carmella’s tongue swirled around the tip of Bilal’s penis. His sweet salty taste caused her mouth to water with urgency and she gobbled up as much of his shaft as she could. He was thick and hard but she was able to fill her mouth with him until he teased her tonsils.

She knew that he enjoyed her efforts when he gasped and then choked out her name.

Now Bilal understood why Lawrence always talked about and thought about sex. This was the best feeling imaginable! How could anything feel better than this? He managed to look down and the sight of Carmella’s mouth filled with his penis was enough to send him over. His body seized and then he ejaculated filling her mouth with powerful jets of semen.

Yet again he abandoned all reason as he allowed his body to take over. He didn’t analyze the feelings as he would have in his Centaurian body. As a human there were more emotion and sensation. He understood the passion that filled humans. And why they sometimes acted so recklessly; because there was so much more intensity. For instance, this sensation could barely be confined within himself and it was as if he was imploding into shards.

When his body finally fell from its blissful state he managed to crack open his eyes to see Carmella’s beautiful face smiling down at him. 

“That was … amazing,” he managed.