Battling Rapture (12 page)

She smiled at him. “You had a little something.” She tapped
his chin.

“I’ll bet.”

He slid into her heat, slowly maintaining eye contact the
entire time. Her eyes were heavy lidded, yet alert. As closely as he watched
her, she watched him. It forced his eyes to remain open even as he desperately
fought the desire to close them for a moment and experience the intense
pleasure of being embraced in her tight pussy. He wouldn’t take her with
pounding force. He was going to savor every slide. He would relish every
thrust.

He didn’t care how out of control he wanted to be. This was
the first time he hadn’t needed to coerce her into fucking him. The knowledge
was heady.

He pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting in
slowly, but with sureness of purpose. He wanted her to feel all of him just as
he felt all of her. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist tightly. She
ran her hands along the straining muscles of his arms as he braced above her.

He watched as her breasts jiggled and her breath caught on
his every plunge into her depths. He kept that pace. Slow, sure and devastating
to his cock. Her mouth remained parted in deference to each gasp and he leaned
forward to lay his mouth against hers. He absorbed the noise and her breath.
Finally he allowed his eyes to close as he wallowed in the feeling of being
cradled in her depths as he shared her every breath.

This was possibly the closest he was ever going to be to
taming her. As soon as she was satisfied, she would be challenging him again
until the next time he could feed this side of her. He could live with that.

She kissed him, breaking the illusion that they were feeding
each other life sustaining breath, and he mourned the loss for a moment. Then
he burned. She deepened the open mouthed contact until his focus narrowed
completely to her and how his body felt everywhere he touched her. Even his
hair’s slow slide across her slick, sweaty skin was delicious. For a moment,
they were one person in his mind.

Her hands cupped his face gently before she nipped his lower
lip. The feeling traveled straight to his cock and he ground into her more
forcefully than he meant to. His slow steady rhythm was interrupted as she
delivered little biting kisses to lips, jaw and neck. His pace quickened
considerably as her love bites continued.

He drove into her now and her hips rose to meet him each
time. She asked for no mercy and he offered none. She was his and he was hers.
They would find pleasure in each other for there would be no others. He would
use his body to tell her so until she was ready to hear the words.

She stiffened against him as her climax struck. He pressed
firmly inside her as her grasping pussy pulled his own powerful climax from his
body. He gathered her close and rolled them so that she lay across his torso.
He was fast losing strength in his arms and feared crushing her as he collapsed
into the feeling of sharing his physical essence with her.

He held her tight, pressing his face into the tumble of her
hair. The mass gave him the illusion of being wrapped in her. He held onto the
feeling for as long as he could. She kissed his collarbone and relaxed
completely against him. They lay there for some time, not speaking, simply
relaxing together.

She forced her body to remain relaxed, even as stupid
vulnerability sneaked up on her. The desire to pull away from him and keep
their relationship just sex was powerful. Excruciating, even.

Lord, the man had just fucked her as though he was seeking
out new frontiers and staking a claim. While her pussy was all for being
claimed, her mind was not. She was a one-woman show. Other people were for
amusement and to check her groceries at the store so she wouldn’t starve. She
didn’t need anyone else. She wasn’t looking for a relationship. She didn’t
cohabitate. Ever.

But really, could that be it? He barely knew her. She didn’t
do what he asked without having to be coerced. She wasn’t nice to him. It had
to be her imagination. He wasn’t planning on keeping her. That would be a
disastrous plan. No, he was just holding onto her so she would be close when
little Rhine was rested again.

Though she might need a nap first.

Rhine moved. She held onto him as he stood. He was
incredibly strong to lift her straight from a reclining position and her pussy
squeezed him slightly in reflex. He threw the covers back, then lay back down,
still holding her one handed.

“I will take care of your sexual needs later. I must sleep
before my shift in a few hours,” he said.

He was a little blunt at times. He wasn’t giving her pussy a
tune-up, for goodness sake. She shifted and
accidentally
elbowed him in
the stomach. He didn’t even grunt. He did rub her back soothingly.

She was just about to tell him to cut it out when he kissed
the top of her head and apparently turned her into a blushing, tingling
sixteen-year-old girl. Maybe it would be fine this one time. She wasn’t going
to develop a habit in seven days. Didn’t it take twenty-eight days for habits
to form? She’d be extra careful when they reached his planet. Planets were big
places. They couldn’t be together all the time.

She could go to sleep since her worries were taken care of.
She allowed the hand caressing her back to lull her to sleep.

* * * * *

She awoke clutching a pillow to her stomach. Alone. She
guessed he’d already gone to relieve Tor and Olaf on the bridge. She looked
around for a moment and then gave in. She brought the pillow to her nose and
sniffed. Her eyes closed automatically and her empty pussy clenched. She’d know
the man’s smell anywhere.

He was redolent with a musky spice, but with a fresh scent
interwoven with it similar to…mint. His scent was masculine like cedar wood or
sandalwood. She took one last sniff and reluctantly released the pillow. She
wasn’t going to sit around mooning over the man. Her stiff muscles needed a
shower.

Standing, she winced. She wished the bathing room held a
tub. Every thrust of his cock caused pleasure, but he was rather large. He was
larger than any man she’d seen outside a porno and definitely larger than
anything she’d ever let pound her sensitive flesh. She’d never been so aware of
her pussy in her life.

She took a shower. She was sitting naked and cross-legged on
the bed when Rhine entered. He was dressed differently. He still wore a
sleeveless tunic, but it was cream cotton. His fitted pants were suede-like and
buff colored. The boots were still kick ass, but buff, not black and they
weren’t adorned with metal like the others. She realized she’d stopped applying
cream to her arm and was simply staring at him standing in the bedroom doorway.

She resumed applying lotion and tried to ignore the smirk on
his face.

“I’m right on time,” he said.

She couldn’t hide her tight nipples or wet pussy sitting as
she was and didn’t try. “On time for what?”

“To help. Applying that cream looks as if it’s a really hard
job.”

His tone was so serious she smiled despite herself. “I don’t
know about that. I do this every day all by myself.”

“What? Never fear, I’m here now to help you.” He walked to
the bed and sat down next to her.

She expected him to reach for the cream, but he surprised
her by gently grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her forward for a kiss
that really did curl her toes. He pulled away and looked at her with his head
slanted to the side.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi.” She blushed again. She knew she did. Her face was hot
and his eyes scanned her from hairline to chin. The blushing was getting
embarrassing.

“Do you know when you do that your breasts blush too,” he
said.

Gawd.

She shook her head and watched as he scooped some of the
cream from the little black-and-white container and smoothed it between his
hands. He reached out and, starting with her shoulders and collarbone, rubbed
the lotion into her skin. His hands massaged as he rubbed and her body
automatically leaned into his hands.

She wondered how she could be so relaxed and yet aware of
every cell in her body. Everything in her urged her to surrender now. She liked
the torment. She rested her arms against her thighs as he took control of her
breasts. He measured their weight for a while before beginning a circular path
with his hands from the base of each one to the tips of each nipple.

“I really love your breasts.”

She could see that.

“They’re perfect in every way. Perfect weight, perfect slope
for my hands and they shimmy just right while I’m fucking you.” He smiled
wickedly. “And they feel spectacular in my mouth.”

If she were wearing panties, she would have dropped them by
now. He moved on to her belly and she thought she would have gotten a moment to
calm herself, but the way he ran his thumbs around her bellybutton caused her
belly to quiver.

“You seem a little too good at this,” she whispered. Her
eyes focused on his slightly fuller lower lip. She made plans to suck on it
later.

“I’ve never done this particular activity with a woman
before.”

Uh huh.
The way he worked her body out each time, she
was sure there weren’t too many things he hadn’t done.

He worked on her arms and legs and she didn’t admit she’d
already done them. She wasn’t stupid.

“Turn over,” he said. His voice was even huskier than
normal.

She tried to hurry, but her body had fallen into a luscious
languor which made her want to give a feline stretch. When she rested on her
belly with her cheek pressed against the tops of her folded hands, she listened
to the sound of clothes rustling. She caught movement from the corner of her
eye, but preferred to be tantalized by the sound of his clothes being removed.

She shivered as she felt him slide his warm naked leg over
both her hers so that her closed legs were cradled between his bent ones. He
rested lightly behind her and she felt the unmistakable slide of his smooth
cock against the crevice of her ass. She wiggled until she cradled his shaft
between the globes.

He hissed and she smiled. She knew she was blessed in the
derrière department. This was one of those moments when she didn’t wish she had
a little less padding in the back.

“Did I mention I love your ass too?” He caressed the two
cheeks briefly before she felt him lean toward the container of cream.

She heard the sound of him rubbing his hands together before
he leaned forward and began working his magic hands down her back. The position
pressed his dick a little harder into her ass and she undulated slightly. A
large hand gripped her waist.

“Be still,” he said. She could tell his teeth were clenched.

She held her lips together briefly to keep from laughing.
“But I like the way it feels,” she said.

“Hellion,” he muttered.

He returned to massaging the small of her back. When he
moved his soothing hands to her ass, she found out how much he truly loved it.
He rolled the two halves under his hands. He caressed her for a long while
before holding the globes open and keeping them that way. She could imagine the
view with his ruddy cock still pressed snugly in the space.

Where she’d been languorous before, her heart rate
accelerated the longer he gazed down at her. She pushed up on her forearms and
he released one of her cheeks to press a hand to the center of her shoulder
blades and pushed gently. She submitted to the hand slowly, noticing as she did
how her nipples felt scraping against the sheets.

He moved back slightly and the head of his cock slid across her
anus and the crease of her pussy lips. Rhine lifted her hips until she was on
her knees. She rested her forehead against her hands. The wait created an ache
deep inside her. For once, she held her tongue and allowed the feeling to build
until she had to bite her lower lip as her pussy began to contract around
nothing.

He entered her swiftly, bottoming out almost immediately.
She cried out as her flesh quivered around his cock. For a moment, pain mixed
with pleasure. She climaxed, and ground her nipples against the bed beneath her
and her pussy back against his groin.

“Damn,” he whispered.

She tried to catch her breath. She felt his hand press
against her back and was comforted by its weight. Then he pulled back and
slammed back into her and her body started to shiver. He didn’t offer her
tenderness, and as her pussy spasmed again and again around his cock, she
didn’t ask for any. But she did start moaning and screaming. It was the only
way she could take the fucking he was giving her without begging for a break.

She just kept coming. She gripped the sheets now and thought
she heard a rip. She was feeling a little dizzy. She gritted her teeth and
prayed she wouldn’t pass out.

She’d never felt anything to compare to it. She wanted to
believe it was some type of alien magic which forced her to suddenly be
multi-orgasmic. Even as she screamed and gasped through the next orgasmic
crest, she knew better. The only thing that would make it better was a wall
mirror so she could see the powerful way he took her.

And he was taking her. She wouldn’t deny it to herself. She
was getting fucked within an inch of her life. He didn’t caress any part of her
but her pussy. There was no hair stroking or open mouth soul consuming kisses.

Even as her body was forced through another shattering
release, she realized she still felt close to him. He would take care of her.
If she truly couldn’t take it, she knew he would let her tap out. Only the man
pounding into her from behind could force such pleasure from her. She knew it
and she suspected he knew it too.

He pressed firmly against her and shouted. She felt him
release within her. Niki’s body continued to twitch and convulse. She was
tired. Too tired to move and too tired to care when a little too much of his
weight brought her flat to the mattress. She moaned. He swept her hair to the
side and kissed her neck, which sent another shiver down her spine.