Hinekiri (9 page)

Richard laughed, anticipation thrumming through him at the thought of caressing her smooth folds, of raking his tongue the length of her cleft and tasting her sweet honey. And they said old dogs were boring. He liked these new experiences just fine. Richard followed the trail of his fingers with his lips. God, he loved her scent. It was spicy. It was heady. It was Hinekiri. His mouth moved lower, a tiny nibble eliciting a moan from Hinekiri. He grasped her hips and lifted. They drifted upward, his mouth level with her pelvic bone.

“Part your legs for me,” he whispered.

“I guess it’s time to check the merchandise,” Hinekiri answered, her tone saucy and confident, but he caught the fine tremor that raced through her body. Trained in reading body language, he noticed the faint tightening of her muscles. She was nervous and knowing that erased the last of his fears about incompatibility. Yeah, he’d discovered a few surprising things so far but nothing bad enough to send him running—ah, that would be floating—from the room.

“It’s time for fun,” he countered, and he glanced up to read her expression. His gentle smile drew an answering one from her. “For both of us this time. I need to rid my body of some excess energy and you look like the lady to help me with the job.”

Hinekiri parted her slender thighs and maneuvered her body so she sat on his shoulders.

Excitement hit him square in the chest. “Just a little wider, sweetheart. Yeah. That’s it.” The perfect angle for him to explore and appease his curiosity. With delicate precision, he smoothed his finger across the silky skin of her labia. Unable to resist, he nuzzled at her folds with his mouth, testing her skin with his tongue. Yep, definitely smooth. He repeated the move and she shuddered. Yep, sensitive and sweet. He settled in to do some heavy-duty exploration despite the nagging ache in his balls. This was going to be good. Sometimes a man just knew.

He parted her folds, splaying a hand across her hip to keep her in the perfect position. With one long lick, he tasted her intimate flesh, but not enough to send anything but the mildest streak of pleasure through her. He intended to make this last as long as he could.

Hinekiri felt his tongue skim her clit. It was as if she’d flown too close to the sun. Heat engulfed her body, streaking to every pulse point in mere microseconds. She held her breath, waiting for his next move.

Instead of the repeat lap she expected, he blew a stream of warm air over her clitoris. Her stomach muscles tightened and by the goddess, her toes curled upward.

“Do that again,” she whispered.

Another puff of warm air teased at her swollen nub. It quivered.

“Like that?” he asked, laughter in his voice.

“Exactly like that.”

Richard blew for a third time and dragged his finger the length of her cleft at the same time. The move tugged sensitive flesh, drawing on her clit and turning her into a mass of quivers. His finger glided through juices and slipped into her pussy with ease.

“Smooth move, sailor.”

His brown eyes glinted with humor and crinkled at the corners. “Liked that one, huh?” When Richard withdrew his finger, a sigh of disappointment whispered past her lips. He chuckled against her clit, the puff of air sending her into high alert. Her heart pumped a little harder and her breasts drew tight. Achy, they needed attention. One hand crept up to cup her breast. She plucked her nipple at the exact moment Richard slid two fingers into her moist pussy and dragged his tongue across her sensitive clit. It was too much. All those sensations at once. She froze, balanced on a precipice, too frightened to move let alone breathe. Then the sensations pulsed and grew bigger. Even better. Richard massaged her clit with feather-soft strokes. She shivered, each breath coming rapidly. His fingers thrust in and out, filling her deliciously.

She prickled.

She tingled.

Hinekiri craved more of the same.

“
Richard
.”

“Must be good. You forgot to call me sailor.”

Hinekiri panted, the waves of building pleasure so intense she thought she might faint before she climaxed, which would be a dreadful waste. “
Do something
,” she wailed, her thighs squeezing his neck so much it was a wonder he could breathe let alone keep up the magical tongue torture.

To her embarrassment, she sounded nothing like the calm and competent explorer. She was begging, dammit, and that was something she didn’t do.
Ever
.

“Please make me come. I can’t take much more.” The truth. Colored spots danced in front of her eyes. Her breasts ached fiercely while her nether region continued to dally at the almost stage instead of passing go and giving her relief.

Richard continued with his teasing sweeps across and around her nub then suddenly stopped, leaving her stretched out, desperate and hanging.

“Why are you stopping?” Hinekiri screeched, trying desperately to force him back into position. He couldn’t leave her dangling like this.
He couldn’t
.

“Just checking to see if everything looks normal.”

The man was teasing her, making her suffer. Hinekiri yanked on his ears. “This isn’t the time to muck around.”

“I thought that was what we were doing. Mucking around.” Innocence shaded his voice but he didn’t fool her one bit.

“Part A into slot B. Now,” she snapped. “Cooperate before I resort to violence.”

“Soon. I want to see— Holy shit.”

Hinekiri froze in the act of reaching for his ears again. “What?”

“Your…your…” He made a vague gesture with his hand, indicating something between her legs.

Hinekiri frowned. “What?”

“It’s flashing a bluish-green. The same color as the tattoos on your chest.”

“So? I’m not gonna bite.” Hinekiri shot him a frustrated look before adding, “But perhaps I should consider biting to make you focus. You’ve wound me up so tight I feel as if I’m going to shatter and that’s not in a good way.” She grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously. “Listen, there’s nothing wrong with a colored clitoris. It’s a perfectly natural aging process just like the tattoos. At least Dalcon females don’t go through life with a colored cock and matching balls. I’m telling you, a male can’t lie about his standing in life if his balls turn yellow or green or, even better, blue each time they stand to attention.” She scrutinized his erection, taking pleasure in the way his muscles tightened and his cock lengthened in front of her eyes. She looked him straight in the eye. “I can see you don’t have a drop of Dalconian blood.”

“Nope. One hundred percent Earthling. That’s me.” With a serious expression on his handsome face, he wedged her thighs apart and studied her clit at closer quarters. “It’s very pretty.”

“Is that all?” Hinekiri didn’t try to hide her testiness. Sometimes males were thick. It was a fact of galaxy life. Seemed they weren’t much different here on the blue planet. Just wait until he realized she glowed in the dark. She couldn’t wait for that reaction. Maybe she’d keep him bound and handcuffed, then they wouldn’t have to go through this fodo bird crap.

Richard nodded. “Yeah, that’s all. Took me by surprise.”

One second they stared at each other and the next, he planted his cock in her pussy, stretching and filling her to capacity. Richard stilled, letting her adjust to his invasion. Her channel clutched his shaft, pulsing slightly and sending enough sparks of pleasure through her that she knew she’d go off without much more stimulation.

“Feel good?” He smoothed a strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“Yes.”

“How good?” He pressed a gentle kiss to her parted lips.

“Exquisite,” she said truthfully. But she wished he’d move things along. “You have to move. Give me some friction.”

He chuckled and thrust with casual, almost lazy action. “Like that?”

“Oh yeah. Again.” Maybe she could hold on a
bit
longer. The slide of their bodies together felt
so
good.

Richard thrust hard, propelling them through the air. Hinekiri hit the curved wall of the spaceship an instant before Richard beaned his head. It rang like a hollow bell and Hinekiri bet he saw stars. She pushed them away from the wall and out of danger, sliding along his cock and using it like a pole. Her arousal levels ratcheted up sharply so she repeated the slick move. They both gasped at the acute pleasure.

Richard took over, thrusting hard for two measured strokes. They shot across the room and would have hit the wall but Hinekiri made a countermove, sliding and pulsing against his cock like one of the galaxy dancers at Mac’s club on Dalcon. A unified groan echoed through the room. From then on, they took turns moving, grinding. Faster and faster, desperately seeking sexual satisfaction.

His fingers entwined in her hair as he arched her back and licked sweet, agonizing circles around a glowing blue nipple. He raised his head, his brown eyes caressing her face, her breasts.

They headed dangerously close to a wall but Hinekiri guided them to safety, sliding against his slippery pole with great enjoyment. When they bobbed against the ceiling, she sent them soaring to the floor with a swivel of her hips.

Each thrust was a primitive throb in her veins. The peak she’d scaled before was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her tattoo glowed, heat pulsing from her clit until it felt as if she were burning inside. Their bodies rose toward the ceiling, arms clasped tightly around each other. Hinekiri angled her hips upward to meet each thrust. Overwhelming sensations fizzled through her. Hinekiri groaned and dug her fingernails into Richard’s back.

She was so close.

Richard kissed her, the unhurried slide of his tongue coinciding with an equally slow thrust that hit her clit and massaged the lower wall of her pussy. Hinekiri shuddered, dragging in a large breath. She smelled the scent of their arousal and the lingering herbal tang of the Dalconian healing liquid. A whimper burst from her throat and she clutched his muscular shoulders. Every muscle in her body clenched and a repeat thrust pushed her over the edge. A full-blooded scream sprang from her throat as she shattered, her pussy pulsing again and again in what resembled a series of never-ending waves. Her cry was still echoing when Richard’s thrusts became super-speeded. His guttural cry joined the remnants of hers as his semen jetted from his cock in explosive contractions.

For a long time, Richard held her tight, their skin sticking together then he started to fidget.

“What’s wrong?” Hinekiri stretched against his muscular body, enjoying the flex of her body against his. She nuzzled at his shoulder and licked his damp skin. A hint of salt combined with the taste of Dalconian herbs and masculine musk. “Richard?”

“What is the ceiling made from? My butt is rubbed raw.”

Hinekiri chortled. “It’s a special surface to stop the penetration of the high temperatures encountered in space travel. Better a sore ass than frying my woman parts each time I take a hyper jump through space.”

“Huh.” Richard scowled. “It’s obvious it’s not your butt that’s smarting, otherwise you wouldn’t be so blasé.”

Hinekiri’s lips twitched. By the goddess, she hadn’t had so much fun with a male for cycles. The back and forth banter, sometimes with sexual connotations and sometimes not, was plain fun. “Aw, sailor, let me kiss it better.”

“Ah-ah.” Richard gripped her forearms, preventing her from moving. “I can take care of my own butt, woman.”

“But I can make you feel better.” Hinekiri pushed away so their bodies separated. Their skin stuck together and parted with a squelch. Hinekiri laughed aloud. Then with a fast move that would have made Janaya proud, Hinekiri shot over to the nearest silver wall, bounded off using her feet and flew back at Richard. The momentum pried him loose from the ceiling and a twisting motion of her hips flipped him. She sat astride his back, facing his ass and feet.

“Aw, sailor. That does look sore.” Her gentle fingers traced across raw flesh.

“Told you it hurt, but nothing ached while we were…busy.”

Hinekiri grinned. Despite being big and muscular and towering over her when they were standing on firm ground, at times he reminded her of an undergrown. It was so cute the way the tips of his ears turned red when he was embarrassed.

“Now you’ve had a good look at my butt, can we go back to standing on our own two feet instead of bobbing around like corks?”

Hinekiri leaned down so she could reach below and grasp his penis with her hands. “The Dalconian healing balm is still in your system.”

“Yeah.” His grunt sounded choked, almost breathless.

His cock lengthened with each pump of her hand. Richard shuddered, his muscles tightening between her thighs.

“How about if I secure you again?” It seemed the obvious solution. She could treat his tender butt cheeks with more healing fluid and perhaps they might have more wild sex before heading for Africa.

“Stop that.” Richard pried her hands from his cock and drew away. He turned, a stern and serious frown marring his features.

Hinekiri’s stomach turned with sudden nerves. Unusual for her but she wanted him again with an intensity that ate at her self-confidence. The loneliness had finally kicked in, sending her a little loco, making her risk her heart instead of relying on the sex simulation machine. She hated the needy feeling gnawing at her insides, the loss of control. It was so unlike her normal independence. Huh, plain space crazy.

She stared at him, hoping his frown would soften but it didn’t. Her stomach cramped harder. What if he didn’t want her again? What if he didn’t want to go to Africa with her? What if it was the Dalconian healing balm making him so randy? Fodo crap, what if he didn’t find her attractive? He hadn’t seemed to like her glowing clit. Hinekiri drew a sharp breath and came to a quick decision. She refused to let him stomp on her pride—a girl could only take so much.

Hinekiri waggled her arms and aimed her body at the door, fighting to control the prickling at the back of her eyes. Damn. How could she have misread the signs so badly?

“Where are you going, woman? You can’t leave me up here.”

“Watch me.” Hinekiri reached for the button to slide the door across.