Brianna (13 page)

“Yes. At the request of Mediria’s royal family, every ship traveling through space has scanned likely planets for the dols and orcs. Yours was the first we’d failed to scan. There were simply too many orbiting probes that would have discovered us had we attempted to do so. Besides, no one thought the dols and orcs would be discovered on such a highly developed planet.”

“Why were you there in the first place?” she asked looking directly at Char for the first time since she’d become his wife.

He shrugged as he took another sip of wine. “Partly to inconvenience Bakom because he demanded passage on my ship when an Academy ship was leaving two days after us.

Partly because we’d picked up some type of radio signal from this section of the galaxy, and searching for new human life is one of the Federation’s mandates.”

“Oh,” Brianna said and dropped her eyes.
God, what do I do
now?

Char watched Brianna as she wandered nervously about the room. After combing his fingers though his loose hair, he said, “Brianna, I don’t want you to feel pressured; I expect nothing you’re not willing to give. And, if you wish, once we have toppled Bakom from power, we can dissolve this marriage. The decision will be yours.”

Turning away from Brianna, Char walked to the sidebar and poured himself another drink. “I won’t force myself on you.”

Does he really mean it? But I want…what do I want?

The memory of his kisses and caresses returned.

She shivered.
Be honest with yourself, Bri. You’ve been
wondering all day what making love with him would be like.

What have you got to lose?

“Char.”

Setting his glass down, he turned to face Brianna. She stood in front of the doorway to the bedchamber with her soft hair cascading about her. As he watched, she unbuttoned the tight jacket she wore and slipped it off. Her nipples hardened as she dropped it to the floor.

Char crossed the room until he stood in front of her, his gaze locked on her bare breasts. “Do you know what you’re doing? I want you, all of you. There won’t be any interruptions this time.”

“I know,” she answered in the same quiet voice as she reached behind her neck and untied the ribbons. The dress billowed to her feet, and she stood before him all but naked.

Char looked deep into her eyes. Reflected there, he saw fear, hope…passion?

Not giving her a chance to reconsider, he lifted her into his arms and claimed her mouth with a deep kiss.

Brianna wrapped her arms around his neck as she answered his hungry kiss with one of her own.

Reaching back, he palmed the door.

It closed silently behind them as Char carried his wife to her bridal bed.

Brianna shivered with anticipation when Char dropped his arm from beneath her legs and let her slide slowly down his body. As she grabbed hold of his waist to balance herself, he slid his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, kneading gently, lifting and separating.

Moaning, Brianna rubbed against the erection that pushed against her stomach. His hands were pure magic.

When his hands left her buttocks and he pushed her away, Brianna sobbed.

“Patience,” he murmured. “We need to get the rest of your clothing off.”

Slowly, he kissed and nibbled his way down her torso until he knelt before her. Kissing the inside of her knee, he removed first one boot then the other, pausing to kiss each ankle. Then, hooking a finger on each side of her panties, he inched them down her legs, pausing only long enough to drag his tongue across her pubic hair.

Moaning, Brianna grabbed his shoulders when her knees threatened to buckle.

Rising to his feet, Char swept her into his arms and laid her down on the bed. But, instead of falling down next to her, he stepped back and caressed her from head to toe and back again with his eyes.

Then, after making sure he had her full attention, he began to strip—slowly.

Standing at the bottom of the huge bed, his eyes never leaving hers, Char unbuttoned his tunic. Starting at his right shoulder, he slowly released one button at a time. Once he’d finished with the diagonal row, he shrugged. His uniform slid down both arms. When he pulled them free, his uniform sagged around his hips.

Fisting her hands in the silken bed covering, Brianna held her breath as Char lifted his arms above his head and stretched, his supple skin sliding smoothly over the taut muscles of his arms and chest. The dragon on his right shoulder seemed to shimmer with a life of its own as his uniform slipped lower. Only his erection kept it from falling.

Brianna’s body demanded that she breathe. She gulped air, but her eyes remained locked on Char.

Chuckling he turned his back, sat on the bottom of the bed, and pulled off his boots and socks. Then he stood again, his back still towards Brianna, planted his hands on his hips and slid his uniform down. He wore nothing underneath.

Brianna eyes glided down the line of his spine.
God, what a
great ass.
Her gaze came to rest on his tail which was much thinner than those of Miklan and Cindar. But then, his was only a tail while theirs were sexual organs. “What in the world do you do with that tail?”

Char turned and smiled a devilish smile. “Another time, when you’re ready, I’ll show you just how this tail can be used.”

But Brianna’s stomach muscles were already clenched. She forgot all about Char’s tail when she saw the size of the erection that sprang from its nest of fine, silky curls. Brianna had had her share of lovers, and she’d certainly looked at more than a few
Playgirl
magazines. She’d even let her friends talk her into watching a XXX-rated movie once, but she couldn’t remember ever seeing anything as impressive as Char’s cock.

Oh my God. Just how long is it?
Then she smiled.
Mine.

Chuckling, Char crawled up to her side, rubbing his engorged penis along the length of her body. Before his mouth claimed hers, he said, “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” Brianna moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Char lowered his mouth and kissed the corner of her lips.

Shivers of pleasure jolted through him when she bit his lower lip and thrust her tongue between his lips to mate with his.

When she shoved her hips against him, Char threw his leg over her thighs to immobilize her. Lifting his head, he looked down into Brianna’s face.

Passion burned in her green eyes. Her face was flushed, her lips red. She lifted her head, seeking his mouth. “Please…”

Char’s entire body clenched, especially his cock. How he longed to plunge himself into her, but he was going to take his time. No matter what the future brought, Char intended that Brianna would never forget this wedding night.

“Slowly, love, slowly. We want this to last.” After a deep, soul-wrenching kiss, Char tore his mouth from hers and turned his attention to her breasts.

When Brianna grabbed his head and tried to pull his mouth back to hers, Char captured both of her hands in his and stretched them above her head.

Moaning, Brianna arched her back, lifting her breasts.

Burying his face between them, Char inhaled. Then he dragged his tongue down between them, nuzzling underneath her left breast where he proceeded to kiss and nibble the delicate skin.

Brianna arched and bucked. “My nipples, please, suck on my nipples. Now!”

Char chuckled against her chest. “If you insist.” He nipped her left nipple then sucked it into his mouth.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Brianna arched her back even more and pushed her breast further into Char’s hot, wet mouth.

She tried to wrench her hands free, but Char tightened his grip. “Easy. Not so fast. Let me pleasure you.” He sucked her other breast into his mouth.

Rolling her head back and forth, Brianna struggled against Char’s grip. She had to get her hands on him, had to pull him on top of her so she could thrust herself onto his magnificent cock.

“More, Char. I want more. I need more.”

As Char continued to suckle her breasts, he shifted his body and slid his fingers between her thighs.

Keening, Brianna arched her hips and spread her legs wider as his fingers probed.

Char groaned as he slid first one then two fingers inside of her, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. She was so wet!

He stroked, dipped and delved until her moisture covered his fingers.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

After Brianna opened her eyes and focused on him, Char raised his fingers to his mouth and slowly, separately, sucked each one. “You taste of sweet woman—and hot passion.”

The muscles in her body clenched. When he slid his fingers inside of her again, her internal muscles clenched and tried to pull them deeper. He pulled them out. She was close to orgasm.

The reactions of Brianna’s body to his fondling was putting more of a strain on Char’s control than he had thought possible, something that hadn’t happened in years. The texture of her skin was different from that of any other woman he’d ever been with, not as smooth as that of the women on his planet yet silky in its own subtle way. Her hair, though! There was so much of it!

The feel of it against his bare skin excited him to levels he’d never before experienced. Releasing her hands, he braced himself on his forearm. Lifting one of her long curls with the fingers that had just been sliding in and out of her body, he wrapped one thick curl around his swollen penis, rubbing the silken loops up and down, up and down.

Her body screaming for release, Brianna slowly regained control of herself by watching Char’s fascinated reaction to her hair. Eyes closed, head thrown back, he rubbed her hair against his erection.

Sliding down a little, she replaced his hand with hers. She wound her hair around his cock then massaged his foreskin and teased the naked head with a single curl. His hips jerked once, then twice.

Groaning, Char pulled her hand away from his cock and rolled onto her, murmuring soft words against her mouth. Finally, his two hands returned to cup the sides of her face. He settled on her hips, using his thighs to push hers closed, resting his throbbing erection on the soft hair at their juncture. Moving slowly, he rubbed his engorged penis against the soft, wiry hair, groaning at the sensations that raced through his body.

Body tingling, Brianna pounded his shoulders with her fists and bucked her hips against his. The feelings racing through her body were stronger than any she’d ever experienced. She needed more—now! “Damn it. Stop teasing me. It’s been too long. I need your cock—deep—now!”

Pulling her with him, Char rolled onto his back.

Brianna straddled his hips, her hair cascading about both their bodies.

“Ride me, Brianna. Ride my cock.”

Moaning, Brianna positioned herself over him. Finally!

Slowly, Brianna slid down onto his long, hard length, panting, her internal muscles shuddering, as she stretched to accommodate him.

Beads of sweat broke out on Char’s forehead as he grabbed Brianna’s hips and eased her down onto his cock. Groaning, he arched up into her as she slid further onto him. How he wanted to ram himself into her, but she was so tight! He had to wait, had to go slow so he didn’t hurt her.

A low moan escaped from Brianna when she finally had Char’s cock completely embedded. Never had she been stretched so much or felt so full. She pushed herself up and then slid down again, slowly at first, then faster.

Catching her rhythm, Char surged upward. It took only a few strokes for her orgasm to begin. Again, his fingers found their way between her thighs to the sensitive bud hidden by red curls.

Brianna shuddered, sobbed, and collapsed onto his chest.

As her body pulsed around him, Char struggled against his own orgasm. The tight, rhythmic clasps on his still deeply embedded erection brought more sweat to his brow as he fought for control. With a final surge of willpower, he gained mastery over his body. Inhaling the scent of the heavy, auburn tresses entangling both of them, he caressed her body and murmured soft words into her ears. As she slowly came back to her senses, his mouth renewed its worship of her nipples. He gently rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside.

“I trust you have no complaints,” Char said softly as his tongue played with the hard buds, “but we haven’t finished yet.

No Alalakan bride sleeps on her wedding night.”

He began to move slowly then more rapidly, thrusting more deeply as her body’s movements matched his. This time he held nothing back and, when Brianna began to shudder again, he thrust deeply, exploding with his own release.

Some minutes later, Char lifted his weight from Brianna and carried her with him as he rolled onto his back, holding her close to his chest. She sighed contentedly and rested her head against his left shoulder, the fingers of her left hand lightly traced his dragon tattoo.

He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face until her eyes met his. He grinned when he saw the rosy blush. “Will you always change color after we make love?”

“It’s called blushing,” Brianna mumbled and turned even more red as she tried to pull away.

“Stay,” he whispered as he nuzzled her ear. “I won’t tease you anymore.”

Brianna relaxed against him and shivered as his fingers caressed her spine. His gentle kisses were already eliciting a response. Her nipples hardened as he nibbled on her neck, and she gasped when his fingers began stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh.