Authors: Allie Ritch
The sight of her flushed cheeks made the tops of his thighs tingle at the same time that the scent of herbs and spices and sweet, juicy meat caused his stomach to growl. She’d provided a feast for his senses.
Although used to gourmet dining at various corporate events, Krux was nonetheless blown away when he got his first taste. His initial bite was part of a rice dish with bright orange sauce and green, leafy vegetables. The next thing he knew, he was sampling poultry topped with diced fruits, red meats stewed in spices, and flat bread baked with nuts and cinnamon and some kind of white cheese.
“This is delicious.” He muttered praise between mouthfuls.
Katra practically glowed with delight as she accepted the compliment and sipped some of the wine he’d brought. “I’m so pleased you like it.”
What wasn’t to like? After he’d polished off the last bite, he was tempted to eat the plate.
“Who did you use?” he asked curiously. “The chef is a genius.”
Her strangled laugh had him cocking his head to study her.
“What?”
“Obnoxious man.” But she said it without heat. “I can’t decide whether to be insulted or gratified. Maybe I’m both. I had no need to have dinner catered because the genius chef is me. You’ll be interested to know I started prepping some of this last night and have been slaving away in the kitchen for you since I got home this afternoon.”
Although Krux couldn’t see them, he suspected his eyebrows had just levitated to his hairline. “You made this? All of this?”
Her answering nod was proud and definitive.
“That’s amazing.” His respect for her nearly doubled. “Did you take a gourmet cooking class or go to culinary school?”
“No, my father taught me.” At the mention of her parent, her voice turned warm and adoring. “He worked his way up to head chef and eventually owned his own restaurant. Everything I know about flavor combinations I owe to him.”
Her love for the man was obvious.
“He’s still with you, right?” Krux tried to remember what she’d told him about her family.
She returned a happy nod. “He’s retired now and living back on Duosi. The restaurant and I were all that kept him here in Trilanta after my mom died, but once I was grown and the long hours got to be too much for him, he went back. I still go to visit him as much as possible.”
“That’s good.” He meant it sincerely. “It’s nice that you still have family.”
“What about you? You’ve talked about some of your relatives, but do they actually live around here?”
“A couple of my cousins live in the area. My parents and the rest of the family are back on the home rock, where I was born. I came to Trilanta to go to college and have lived here ever since.” He liked it here.
Taking a last sip of wine, Krux sank farther into his chair and thought about what she’d said. Her mother had married a chef? A working man? That didn’t jibe with the image of the Wi’Yalus he’d formed from his research, but he supposed it explained a lot. As with all members of her race, the family name was matriarchal, and apparently her mother had seen fit to bestow it on a Duosien man she loved rather than some snobby male debutant. Maybe that was the perfect recipe for the beautiful mix of qualities that made up Katra.
“So I’m the only native here?” she replied. “I feel so special.”
He laughed. “You’ll feel more than that once I get my hands on you.”
“No messing with the chef,” she warned him. “I plan to put all those arms to use helping me clear the table. When we’re done, maybe then I’ll show you my other domestic skills.”
“Such as?”
Her smile turned sultry. “I can turn down a bed faster than you can blink.”
Lucky him. He’d finally met a woman who kept his hands full.
Motivated by the crackle of heat between them, he helped get the table cleared, leftovers stowed, and dishes cleaned in record time. When they were done, she led him through her house toward her bedroom. Although he only glanced briefly at the décor, he was struck by the rich colors and brightly patterned pillows of the low furniture. The combination managed to look luxurious and inviting instead of gaudy. Then he followed her through her bedroom door and got a sensual shock.
The master bedroom looked like a posh harem boudoir—a scene from some mythical planet covered in rolling sands and swaying date palms. An expansive bed covered in six different jewel tones lay beneath a drape of gauzy fabric hanging from the canopy overhead. Printed pillows in all different shapes and dimensions obscured most of the carved headboard and promised sanctuary from the hard world outside this realm. Impressionistic paintings in the same tones—all vaguely erotic—decked the walls between heavy sconces, and a polished wood armoire and dresser were the only other pieces of furniture. That left the tempting bed as the focal point.
Krux had never seen anything like it. Even the carpet beneath his soles was a sensual experience. It was so thick he felt like he was walking on a pillow. If he’d had any doubts that his Duosien vixen was a woman of deep and fiery passion, her bedroom did away with them. This was a palace built for sex.
His gaze ate her up as she purposefully swayed her hips on her way to the bedside. She stripped back the covers with the same tantalizing movement another woman would have used to remove her clothes. The sturdy fly of his pants bruised the head of his now massive erection.
Krux’s voice turned husky. “You’ve done enough work for one day, princess. It’s time to let your man take care of you and show his appreciation.”
As the bulge between his legs could attest, he had a lot of appreciation for this woman.
*
Watching his eyes darken and his skin turn lusty red, Katra felt heat blossom across her body. When he slowly opened his pants and shucked his shirt, that same warmth turned incendiary. Without breaking eye contact, she followed his lead and began divesting her own garb.
“I suppose I could use a little pampering.” She stepped free of her clothes.
He stood facing her, deliciously naked. “Get on the bed.”
The deep rumble of his voice produced a sensual shiver across her scalp and down to her buttocks. Obeying, she crawled on all fours to the center of the mattress. In a languid movement, she then sat and leaned back on the heels of her hands. She made sure to arrange her legs in an inviting pose.
“No,” he said. “Lie on your stomach.”
Surprised, Katra stared back at him for a long moment before deciding to humor him. Flipping over, she stretched out so that he faced her upturned rump from the foot of the bed.
A few seconds ticked by filled with nothing but the deep, steady sound of his breathing. Then she felt the warm touch of his palms sliding over her calves and the soles of her feet, and she closed her eyes as he pressed his thumbs into the sweet spot of her arches. After hours on her feet at work, she’d come home and spent the better part of the evening standing over her oven and stove preparing dinner. With deft fingers, Krux turned back the clock and eased the soreness and tension from her muscles. Rhythmically molding her calf muscles with his powerful hands, he turned her legs into limp noodles.
The next thing Katra knew, her eyelids drooped to half mast, and she felt the bed dip on either side of her as he crawled over her body. When he ranged fully over her prone form, he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Thank you for dinner.”
She felt her heart skip merrily in her chest. “You’re welcome.”
Without another word, he sat back so that her upper thighs were trapped beneath him. Although he held off most of his weight, he still had her at his mercy. She discovered that wasn’t such a bad position to be in.
It had been a long time since she’d been given a full-body massage, and she’d never received one from a four-handed man who could make her core bloom with just a look. The work he’d done on her legs was just a preview of coming attractions. A groan escaped her the second her sexy Brachoi started on the rest of her body.
He attacked her shoulders and lower back at the same time, loosening all of the muscles along her spine. Shifting his lower hands to rub her neck, he then worked his way down each of her arms until she was relaxed all the way to her fingertips.
“Mmm.” She hummed happily.
His touch calmed and excited her by turns, setting her desire on simmer before bringing it to a hard boil. She expected him to cover her body and take her like this, but instead he rolled her beneath him and started to explore her front side.
Her palms were treated to the same masterful tenderizing he’d bestowed on the arches of her feet before he danced his fingers over her neck and shoulders. Ignoring the way her nipples stood at attention, he slid those firm, hot hands from her underarms to her hips with only the barest brush against the sides of her breasts. He squeezed her waist, which made her feel tiny, and massaged the fronts of her thighs. After several glorious minutes, he ended where he’d begun: at the tips of her toes.
Katra smiled and slowly sat up to face him. “Be careful. With skills like that, you make a tempting sex slave. I may never let you leave this bedroom.”
His gaze turned smoldering. “I have no intention of trying to escape.”
Holding out her hand, she invited him closer and spread her palms over his muscled chest. She pushed him back into the mountain of pillows against the headboard so he wound up seated with his legs bent. His erection rose like a barometric gauge from the nest of dark red hair at his groin. As expected, he put his hands on her body to position and stroke her the second she straddled his lap.
She didn’t mind. The glide of his palm over her back, the pressure of his fingers digging into her hips, the loose fist he made in her hair—it all felt so good. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her open lips to his and rocked her wet cleft against his aroused cock beneath her. His answering groan was the greatest compliment he’d given her all night.
“I’m going to have my way with you now.” Drawing back from the kiss, she whispered the promise against his lips.
The massage was all the foreplay Katra needed. Reaching down, she set the broad tip of his cock against her entrance before tackling his extra appendage. She had to watch what she was doing. After pulling back the hood to fully expose her clit, she grasped that bonus projection and used it to draw circles on her nubbin before it stuck in place.
“Does that feel good?” She was stroking his second shaft.
His chuckle was strained. “Not as good as your hand on my cock, but I do feel it. It’s the same as if I do this.”
Tucking his hand between them, he used his fingertips to caress her outer labia. The sensation was pleasant and made her very aware of his shaft waiting to surge into her.
“I’d rather get to the main course,” she agreed.
With a quick shift of her weight, she pressed down to take him inside. Thanks to his hardness and the bounty of cream waiting for him, his dick slid deep in a single stroke. She arched her back, which thrust her breasts right toward his awaiting mouth. His teeth caught her nipple and held it still for his flicking tongue.
“Yes!” She encouraged him with a whimper.
Before Katra knew it, he’d sucked her breast into his mouth as fully and tightly as her sheath was suckling his invading cock. Every inch of his virile erection was imprinted on her from the inside out, making her pussy twitch with impatience. She had to move.
Pushing up on her bent legs, she started to ride him, but Krux used his hold on her hips to stop her. With a popping sound, he released her breast and used his other hands to pull her legs out from under her and wrap them around his waist. She crossed her ankles behind his buttocks, lodging him so deeply their pubic bones touched.
“What’s your rush?” he demanded. “I promised I’d take care of you.”
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth before she could say a word. When his tongue darted into her open mouth, her mind scattered to the four corners of the universe. She was left insensible to anything but the pleasure. His hands roamed everywhere: over her breasts, down her arms, across her shoulders, into her hair, between her buttocks, around her thighs. They both panted hard, and their breath mingled.
Krux made out with her like he had all night and nothing better to do, as if he weren’t locked deep inside her body. Katra didn’t know where he got his control because she was squirming in desperation. The fingerling projection above his shaft prodded her overripe clit, causing her womb to tighten and giving her glimpses of the devastating orgasm on the horizon. It was all she could do not to beg, and several minutes passed before he finally took pity on her.
Using his incredible strength, he cupped her butt and lifted her as he shifted to a kneeling position. With her ankles hooked together behind his back, she had to depend on him entirely. It wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to claim all the leverage.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” he told her.
Of no mind to defy him, Katra did as he said and slid her palms over his broad shoulders.
Still supporting her with two hands tightly clasping her behind, Krux used his other arms to dip her backward and cradle her. This arrangement made her feel like she was defying gravity. He partially removed his cock from between her legs, and his muscles flexed as he lifted her. Then with a sharp jerk, he yanked her back down so that his erection punched deeply.
Katra yelped, but she didn’t break eye contact. He was studying her face, no doubt watching her responses for the slightest nuance of sensation.
Her heart pounded even faster when he forced her hips to tilt, manipulating her pelvic angle so that he could hit the right spots. He found them both in the next two strokes, which made her cry out in ecstatic shock. Having found his mark, he began to thrust steadily, setting up a rhythm as slow and deep and steady as the massage he’d given her.
Pleasure radiated through her core with every strike until she mewled almost constantly. The intensity of the sensation made her twist away in self-preservation, but his grip held her captive as he built the conflagration inside her. It was like he had detailed schematics of her orgasm and knew just how to throw her into the inferno with a few skilled moves: strum clit, slide crown over trigger one, jab cock into button two, stretch sheath to maximum capacity. The act should have felt rehearsed or mechanical, but it was far too powerful and emotional for that. With him, she felt out of control and thrilled and safe all at the same time, and the hunger in his gaze was only overshadowed by the warmth and tenderness that suffused his expression. This was so much more than just sex, and they both knew it.