Fusion (Crimson Romance) (14 page)

Soldar lifted his body so his weight was on his elbows, his body still reclining back.

Lyra felt her nipples graze his flesh as she maneuvered over him.

He licked his lips, as if he anticipated tasting her.

She stopped crawling forward when her face was directly above his genitalia. Before she moved one more inch, that part of his anatomy deserved her full, undivided attention.

She gently lifted his testicles in each of her palms. The two four-inch orbs filled her hands with warmth and the red glow brightened to a molten color. Glancing upward, she saw his eyes begin to glow as well. There was a reflective quality in them that reminded her of an animal being caught in the headlights of a hovercraft. Some instinct told her she was on the right path to pleasuring him. In doing so, she was sure to be equally satisfied.

As it had since the war began, her mind grasped at the shortness of life. This experience with her comrade had to mean something so that if they should fail, some good would come from this mission. Even if it was only the last pleasure they’d share.

“Does this happen only when you’re aroused?” she softly asked, referring to how the round part of his balls were glowing intensely.

“Yes. I like having them stroked and pulled. From the base all the way down,” he instructed in an equally hushed tone. “The extra appendage on my penis is called a
flange
.” He smiled slowly. “I pity the women of your race.”

Lyra smiled too. Part of her brain told her that passing themselves off as a professional pair of love-makers was critical to their mission. The other part, where her needs as a woman resided, simply wanted to see him writhing in ecstasy. There was something very empowering about being on top of this impressive warrior and taking total control of the situation. Especially with the enemy outside their quarters and death so close. The situation was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

• • •

Soldar momentarily dropped his head back and closed his eyes when she lowered her head and began to lick his glowing balls. At the same time, she massaged them and then alternately pulled each of them toward her. He heard a strange, feral moan and realized the sound was coming from him. In that instant, he knew the woman owned him. She could do whatever she wanted, ask for anything. He’d tear out his heart to give what she wanted. Some other new emotion, one he hadn’t anticipated, also welled within him.

“Mmmm, I like the way you taste,” she whispered. “But then, I knew I would.”

Soldar dragged air back into his lungs so he could speak. “Show me what
else
you like!”

She gently lowered his testicles after bestowing a few more kisses and licks in such a way that he thrust his hips in expectation of the next contact. Then she turned her gentle attention to his penis and its flange. He watched as she considered their size. She shook her head as if shrugging off any entry problems.

She’d probably had to do worse things in her life than slide down a differently shaped penis. And for now, that was what he most craved. He needed the feeling of luxurious heat blanketing his shaft.

The time she was taking taxed his wits. He’d go crazy with desire soon. She seemed intent on having a slow, deliberate inspection of his goods.

He couldn’t touch her yet. If he put his hands on her now, he’d be thrusting inside her in haste. With all the willpower he owned, he gripped the bedclothes on either side of his body and simply stared downward, between their two bodies. His expression must speak for him because he could not utter another word. Not right now.

She ran her hands over the tops of his thighs, his abdomen, and his chest. His skin tingled with the need to have her touch his cock and balls again, but she teased and used her palms and fingers to come close to them.

He concentrated on the muscles of her inner thighs and how they strained to straddle his much larger body.

But oh, the flesh beneath her palms!

It heated more and more with each passing stroke. He actually began to tremble with need. Still, he didn’t speak. His chest moved in and out as he dragged breath into his lungs. And his gut tightened when her fingers eventually circled his penis again. She slowly slid them from the tip, all the way to the base. Her lingering touch was so soft. So encouraging.

He briefly closed his eyes. But he quickly opened them again when she crooked her left index finger over his flange. She’d correctly assumed this was a clitoral stimulation organ. Because she’d so effectively aroused it, it began to vibrate as it would when inside or against her body.

As she closed her index finger and thumb around it in a lengthy, massaging caress, he thought he’d lose his mind. He gripped the bedclothes even harder, trying to hold off taking her quickly. He needed her in a way that addicts needed drugs.

He saw the light of uncontrolled, desperate passion in her eyes and knew the entire Condorian army could have pounded the hatch down and it wouldn’t matter. He’d still have her.

For Soldar, no words could do his feelings justice. How could he utter what it felt like to have her inner thighs grazing his outer hips? How could a man ever explain the beguiling nature of her gentle caresses?

There was no planet called Reisen Four, no existence at all beyond the blue-green depths of her lovely eyes and the intense passion he saw in them. Then, she lowered her head and began to lick everything all at once. She did it slowly, with the tip of her soft, warm tongue.

His hips moved in time with her tonguing. She stopped and a desperate, feral growl echoed through the room. Could it have come from his throat?

She maneuvered her slender hips over his penis. She had to actually put the palms of her hands on his abdomen in order to life her hips high enough. But his lover was quickly positioned in such a way that the opening of her wet pussy met the very top of his cock.

He saw her take a deep breath and lower herself, inch by inch. And the heat that encircled him was many times more powerful than anything he’d ever encountered. Now he knew a difference in their bodies no one had gossiped about.

What lay between her thighs was hotter, tighter, more pliable than anything he’d experienced. Her body molded around his. No glove could have fit a hand any better.

He hadn’t been prepared for the difference an Earth woman could bring to lovemaking. In truth, it was love. It wasn’t just sex and never could be. There was an expression of warmth and trust deep within her sparkling eyes.

And as she slid ever lower, she grew even tighter. Women he’d slept with simply hadn’t the capacity to squeeze as she did. He heard another animal-like groan. This time, there was no doubt it had been wrenched from his lungs. It was yet one more time she’d been able to make him respond so wholly automatic. So loudly.

He felt her slide all the way to the base of his penis. His flange found and separated her nether lips. The smaller organ’s erect, ear-like protuberances circled and massaged her clit. He could feel the heat radiating from his balls. Then he concentrated.

The head of his cock began to rotate within her body.

“
Sol
!” she cried out as she fell forward.

He immediately sat up, wrapped his arms around her soft, warm body, and held on tight.

Now that he had her in his arms, he drew in air and spoke softly, commandingly. “Ride it, little Earthling. Just let it happen. Enjoy it,” he encouraged and continued to speak tenderly and slowly. “You feel so good! Creator’s blood, I can’t describe how good this is.” He finished on a low moan of ecstasy as she gripped his shoulders and slanted her mouth against his.

The kiss — like their entire interaction — was wild and unpredictable. As her body began to gyrate, reacting to an oncoming orgasm of great strength, he kissed her more deeply and broke the contact only to mouth more words of encouragement.

“I … can’t … stand … it,” she uttered after moving her mouth a breath’s distance from his.

“Yes, you can. You can take me deeper. “Try it. Just try.”

Lyra rotated her hips forward and Soldar felt his circling penis massaging the insides of her pussy. The action was so thorough that an intense, earth-shattering orgasm began deep within her body and wound its way out to her clitoris. He knew it was her time to release because his flange sensed it and jerked faster around her clit in response.

Her much smaller body began to almost spasm with the intensity of her orgasm.

No matter how hard she tried to evade his flange, he knew it would massage and push against her clit, urging the orgasm to go on. It existed for that very reason.

That, added to his size and the ability to circle the tip of his penis within her body, made her cries come in shrill, broken bursts.

She dropped her head back and let out one long, final scream. The rest of her body dropped backwards, toward his legs.

He took that open opportunity to wrap his palms around her soft back, support her weight in them, and ravage her nipples with sucking kisses.

His flange did its job well.

He felt another orgasm deep within her body as it pulsed and convulsed on his cock.

His climax followed with unexpected force. His cries matched hers as his extended seed flow gushed into her pussy.

But it seemed she wasn’t done. Lyra plunged her hands into his hair and twisted it around her wrists. A third orgasm swept through her, quicker and harder. She squealed now and bucked against his body, eager for more.

Her desire was answered.

One more tightly centered, hard climax gripped her, right at her clit. His flange actually transmitted the exact spot through his body. His need to release every last drop of seed kept their bodies clenched. He shook with its outward flow and felt the force as it exited his cock.

Finally, he thrust his hips forward several more times as the last of the fluid left his body. He held her as she collapsed into his embrace. But he didn’t withdraw from her deep, hot pussy. He needed to feel her heat and the shuddering little convulsions that were still emanating from deep within her slender, taxed frame. Finally, he shifted his weight and pulled her on top of his chest.

They were now disconnected in body only. Nothing, as he saw it, would ever sever the experience. Nothing.

She pressed her lips to his and they shared another kiss that was soft, intimate, and passionate. This time, the kiss wasn’t born of desire, but some profound sense of togetherness. He felt her fingertips drag through his scalp, then wander over the skin of his shoulders and his biceps. He caressed her back and butt in long, slow, circular movements meant to comfort and encourage rest. Then, she kissed the black, jagged mark on his left cheek. This served as the birthright of every Craetorian who still existed in the war-torn galaxy.

“Lyra … look at me,” he whispered. He waited to speak until she raised her head and gazed down at him. What he saw in her eyes shocked and moved him in a way he’d never expected. In her expression, he saw deep loneliness, need, and trust. It was all mingled together in her blue-green gaze.

She hadn’t just been displaying their sexual abilities for onlookers any more than he had. This was for real. Neither one of them would say it. But it was impossible to feel emotions so deeply if some powerful force hadn’t meant it to be.

They could die at any moment. Everything they’d experienced together hadn’t been for Aigean’s approval … but for them
.

Aigean smiled slowly. “I don’t think I’ve
ever
seen anything quite so dramatic. And here I was, about to instruct the two of you on how to have sex!” She took a deep breath. “I daresay you could teach my most talented prostitutes a thing or two.”

• • •

Lyra blinked, quickly rolled off Soldar, got up, and retrieved her robe. Before she could put it on he moved faster, picked up his own robe, threw it over one shoulder, and approached her from behind. With gentle care, he turned her around to face him.

“Aigean … could you give us a couple of minutes, please?” he quietly asked.

The older woman stood to leave. “Cleanse your bodies quickly, then meet me in your dining area. I’ll have food ready for you as well as your instructions for the night’s performance. And don’t forget that Lyra must still get back to this room before midnight so my people can dress her as one of the bridge servants. That message to Allied Command must be sent tonight.”

Lyra watched the woman saunter away with her servants and almost wanted to call them back. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear whatever Sol was about to say. He knew as well as she that the war was right outside their quarters. There wasn’t time for — nor was the situation appropriate to — developing any relationship. Not when they were likely to be killed. Still, she couldn’t deny what they’d just experienced. It was richer and more profound than anything she’d ever known.

But whatever he’d say in the loneliness after Aigean and her crew left would be too personal. She wasn’t sure she could handle such emotional intimacy along with the demands of the mission.

He brushed back her hair and gazed down into her eyes.

She didn’t move.

Slowly, as if there was some precious meaning to the act, he reached for the golden armband on his right bicep. After pushing a locking mechanism the four-inch-wide piece of metal sprung open.

She swallowed hard as he carefully and reverently put it around her left bicep and closed it. His gentleness while completing the task was one of the sweetest moments she’d ever shared with anyone. His demeanor was that of a prayerful penitent.

After it was around the upper part of her arm, she gazed down at the elaborate, golden ornament and was about to tell him the band was far too large. His hand was still holding it in place. It would never stay where he’d put it. And given its expense and intrinsic worth, it was appropriate to give it back. For as long as the Condorians would let him keep it and wouldn’t steal it from him — perhaps taking his arms off to get the pair — he should be the one to keep such treasure. Her lips parted to tell him so, but a strange thing happened.