Deep Indigo (4 page)

His mouth hovering against hers, he stroked the suit open farther, until his fingertips found the firm mound of her mons. Ah, like a velvet peach and a few inches farther, the luscious juicy center of the fruit, the sleek folds of her vulva. Indigons had only the faintest traces of hair around their sex. It gave the women a delicate, vulnerable beauty.

She whimpered some incoherent plea against his lips, her hips tilting forward to meet his touch.

“Yes,” he breathed into her mouth. “Give yourself to me.”

“I already—have.”

Some strange, tender warmth swelled in his chest. He swept the flight suit from her shoulders, down her body, and gathered her close to him, enclosing her fragile nudity in his arms as he bore her to his bed.

Her head fell back across his arm, presenting the lovely long arch of her throat. She cried out when he raked his open mouth along its length. He found the tender juncture of her shoulder and sucked hard, then laved it with his tongue, exulting in the press of her slender hands in his hair, holding him to her.

She was lissome in his arms, soft under his hardness, trembling against his strength. The scent of her skin, heated woman and those elusive flowers, drove him on, down her body. Her small breasts, peaked with tender buds of pale mauve, fit perfectly in his hands, and she moaned when he squeezed them, pinching the nipples up between his thumb and forefinger for his tongue. He suckled her hard, ravenous for the velvety texture on his tongue. She bucked underneath him and he pushed harder with his mind, urging her fiercely to let him deeper inside.

Nelah was drowning in pleasure. He’d given her no quarter, no respite, no hiding place during their work together. He demanded all of her now, as if to devour her sensually. She could conceive of no sweeter fate. She wanted to be consumed, she wanted to forget the terrible events of the evening.

And Navos was clearly the man to help her. He knew his way around a woman’s body—where and how to use his hands and his mouth, pulling rapaciously at her nipples in turn, sending sensation shooting through her until she had to cry out her pleasure to the night.

And then he enticed her to let him deeper into her mind, as well. She resisted at first, realizing even as she did it was but a token effort and he knew it as well as she. For when she gave in and dropped her mental barriers, allowing him inside to feel every nuance of her pleasure, it was the most delicious surrender of all.

With a deep sound of approval, he invaded her mind with swift, steady surges of power, sampling her gasp of near pain as he used his teeth on her nipple and then her pleasure as he laved it tenderly with his tongue. He rewarded her with the same treatment on the other. When she held his head to her breast, he turned his face into her cradling hand and bit the pad of her thumb, then stroked it with his tongue.

His hands worked between them. Dragging open her heavy eyes, she watched him part his flight suit clear to his groin. She wanted him to pull it all the way off, she wanted to see his long, lean body and touch him all over.

“You may touch me the next time, as you are imagining.” He palmed the length of his penis, so she caught only a glimpse of it, stiffly erect and of a startling size. “Now, open to me.”

Embarrassment scalded her cheeks, but at the same time her pussy clenched and melted. She wanted to open to him, wanted his eyes on her. And he knew, so there was little point in hesitating. She parted her legs, drawing up her knees so she lay in a pose of wanton surrender. And as his dark, hot eyes traveled down over her naked body, he stroked himself. Heat pooled in her pussy as if she were melting under his gaze. It was utterly delicious.

“You enjoy my eyes on you,” he approved. “You’ll enjoy it when I put my mouth and hands on you, and my cock in you, won’t you?”

Desire swelled inside her. She fisted her hands in the soft bedcover, arching her back, offering herself to him helplessly. “Yes—oh, please,” she pleaded. “Commander!”

“Say my name.”

“Daron…”
His name sighed through her mind like the stroke of a silken feather. Then she whimpered it as he stroked his fingers into her sleek labia and deep into her pussy. It burned a little and she felt his large finger every centimeter of the way. And loved it.

“My gods, you’re tight. Nelah—you are a virgin?”

She gazed up at him, unable to form a coherent answer while he was stroking her with such complete intimacy. She supposed she was—the only thing that had penetrated her before his touch was her slim vibrator.

She’d begun to experience sexual needs in her late teens, but Indigons were fastidious by nature and she hadn’t been sufficiently attracted to any of the young men she knew to want more than kisses. Taking the advice of an older girl, she’d purchased a vibrator. She certainly hadn’t enjoyed all the uses suggested on the package, but it took the edge off of the needs that left her tossing restlessly in her bed at night. Needs that had a face and form—his.

Realizing by the look in his eyes he’d read this jumble of sensory memory, Nelah gave a squeak of complete embarrassment, covering her face with her hands, as a hot blush scalded its way from her face down her throat, even over her chest.

“Ah,” he breathed. She sensed his surprised pleasure. She was an idiot, hiding her face from him when he was able to intuit her so deeply, but she kept her hands there anyway.

He stroked her again and this time his thumb found the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris. She gasped, her body tightening at the touch on this most sensitive part of her body. And she discovered no device could ever approach the knowing caress of this man. The one man she wished to touch her.

“Nelah, look at me.”

Slowly, she obeyed, letting her hands slip back on the pillow beside her head, and looked into his eyes as he caressed her, a light, slippery touch as he moistened her with her own arousal. Her toes curled into the mattress and her hips tilted up helplessly toward his touch. She felt suddenly frantic lest he should stop, heat flushing under her skin.

“I won’t stop,” he assured her. “Come for me. The next time I’ll have you with my mouth, but I can’t wait that long this time.”

He stroked up inside her, finding that special pad of nerves and pressing deep. She cried out, a soft feminine sound as the pleasure burst, surging outward through her in deep shivering waves. Through it all, he was with her.

Relaxing at last, she forced her heavy eyes open. A smile curved her mouth as satisfaction reverberated through her body.

“Gods, you’re lovely.” He slid his strong hands under her, lifting her up to him.

She found herself astride his lap as he knelt on the bed. Startled, she clutched at him, his body hard and powerful, his flight suit sleek under her as she slid her arms about his shoulders. His penis, that brash male weapon, brushed against her belly as he held her there with one hand on her bare bottom, the other under her chin.

He turned her face up to his. His eyes glittered with need and passion, nearly black. His face was beautiful in its male demand and her body flowered in response.

“Now,” he echoed her thoughts. “Take me inside your body, Nelah. Share your pleasure with me.”

“Yes,” she sighed in spite of the fear that sprang out of the shadows at her. She knew this was going to hurt—he was much bigger than her vibrator.

He cocked his head and kissed her. She forgot to be afraid as the narrow lips that could tighten in such regal disdain, now met hers. Oh, how the man could kiss. He demanded everything—first the caress of her lips under his, then that they should part and let him in, let him learn every inner curve and trembling sigh, before his tongue met hers and she leaned into him, deepening the kiss hungrily, her tongue tangling with his.

Her breasts pressed against his chest. She wound her arms about his neck, rubbing herself against his penis, a silent invitation. His hand tightened on her bottom and he shuddered deeply.

Still kissing her, he urged her to lift up, his hand brushing her inner thigh as he guided the head of his penis into the wet petals of her labia. He looked into her eyes as he pressed into her, guiding her with his hands to rock her hips, stroking him a little deeper up into her each time. She was in control of her own deflowering.

That it was he cleaving her untried body made it a shattering experience. She was giving her body to the man whom she’d long dreamed of meeting, but only in her innermost heart had she every dared to dream they might be lovers.

His penis was like a hot brand forging up inside her. She knew logically the burning was caused by the stretching of her untried flesh, but emotionally it seemed he caused the pain. He was both beguiler and punisher.

He kissed her, stroking her back. “Sshh,” he soothed.
“Only this first time.”

At last he was seated deep within her. She looked into his eyes as he urged her silently.

“Now, ride me. Take me.”

Slowly, uncertainly at first, she rose so his shaft slid part way out of her, then sank down again. It burned. The intimacy was nearly unbearable. She’d allowed this man deep into her body—he was inside not only her most private place physically, but psychically.

She wanted to cry out, she wanted to move faster—so she did both. Another creature seemed to be emerging inside her—a wanton female whose soft cries of need drove both of them until she was riding him like a wild thing and he was thrusting up to meet her. The tight friction of his penis inside her was the only thing that mattered.

When the burning became pleasure and the pleasure began to tighten and tighten, she clutched at him, digging her nails into his broad shoulders. Finally it burst, and she screamed with delight.

He stiffened in her arms and threw back his head, shuddering mightily.

Nelah collapsed against him, head on his shoulder. She was dazed by the force of the sensations that had swept through her—she felt as if she’d been at the epicenter of a cataclysm, contained within her body and caused by the man who held her in his powerful arms, his hands stroking her bare back, still moving inside her in slow, shallow strokes, prolonging his pleasure. The caress made her purr. She moved her head just enough to kiss the long angle of his throat. He tasted a little salty, his masculine scent intoxicating.

He leaned forward, holding her carefully, and laid her back in the bed. Then he slid slowly out of her, a gush of heat following his withdrawal. She grimaced at the wetness, but then yawned mightily. Sudden, overwhelming exhaustion pulled at her, weighing her into the soft bed beneath her.

“Wet,”
she thought fretfully.

“It is natural. Rest, now.”
He produced a soft cloth and wiped most of the wetness from her inner thighs.

She curled onto her side and let her heavy eyes fall shut. She would open them in just a moment and then…

Chapter Five

Navos looked down at her as he used the cloth on himself and then fastened his flight suit again. She’d already relaxed into the boneless sleep of utter exhaustion. Her thick, dark lashes fluttered slightly as he reached to pull the comforter over her slender, bare body, but she didn’t stir. She probably wouldn’t wake for hours. She’d had a harrowing experience with the madman and then his mind meld with her to destroy the fellow. Not to mention losing her virginity.

His refusal to take her on as an intern had been difficult for her too. She was an emotional little thing. Ah, well, that would pass with maturity. It must—for she was also a powerful empath/intuit. If she was habitually prone to emotion, her ability to read other beings’ drama might well break her. He could help her with that—there was no harm in a bit of tutoring during the voyage. Especially when it could be combined with the intense pleasure of sex.

He sat for another moment, watching her sleep. His body still thrummed with the deep satisfaction that came only with a fine orgasm, his mind with having been allowed to enter hers and having pleased his lover to the extent that she screamed with ecstasy.

Paid sex companions carefully controlled their own responses and his only mistress had been quiet, as befitted an Indigon lady. This one was so open to him, so incredibly responsive. He well knew she’d been a little frightened, shocked and then finally astonished by their intercourse and her own orgasm.

Part of him had wanted to shout his own triumph tonight. This realization jarred, a discordant note in the symphony of satiation. He had the uneasy suspicion it stemmed from the deep empathic connection they seemed to share. And, he forced himself to admit, from learning he was the stuff of her sexual fantasies. When she’d lain back, open to him in lovely submission, inviting him to be the first to have her, he’d had the insane urge to broadcast his triumph to the stars.

He surged to his feet. Great God beyond, that was so retro it was practically Earth I mentality. He was no primitive bridegroom, he was a male in his prime, embarking on a sensual liaison with a female. One that wouldn’t be allowed to overflow into his work, he’d see to that. Teaching Nelah the delights of sex would be a sweet diversion on a voyage that now promised to be otherwise fraught with as much danger and difficulty as the first three.

He strode into his small but luxurious bathroom to wash his face and hands. He could use a shower-dry, but he had no more time. It was as the warm water splashed over his face that he was struck by an additional realization—he, who had always been so scrupulous in his use of his power, had used it on a naïve young woman, not just to vanquish an unseen enemy, but then in search of greater sexual satisfaction.

He lowered the drying towel and stared at himself in the mirror. He’d enjoyed every moment of it too. Had known a savage delight in coaxing her to submit, to allow him to explore the hot, confused but delighted currents of her response. Had indeed, found his own pleasure increased twofold by her trusting surrender. And the realization she’d enjoyed it every bit as much as he.

Just as he’d reveled in their unspoken communication. He’d never dreamed such explicit conversation was possible. How strange the two of them should be so attuned.