His hands roamed her womanly curves while their
mouths mated. She held tight to his sides at first, as if
afraid to let go, but as his fingers caressed and stroked,
she grew more relaxed. Her hands glided up and down his
sides and followed the muscled ridges of his arms.
His breaths grew shaky as he tried to maintain some
semblance of control. She tempted him to give in to his
darker side, to the primitive maleness that demanded he
take her now. He remembered the fright in her eyes and
silently vowed he would show her patience and assuage
those fears.
“Hallie,” he whispered against her neck. His every
thought was consumed by her. She arched under him as his
hand rode the curve of her inner thigh. Still wet and hot,
her pussy welcomed his invading fingers. He plunged two
fingers inside her virgin channel and worked them slowly
in and out. His thumb found her clit and strummed it just
so.
“Vicious!” Her small breasts, the nipples so hard,
rubbed his chest. He shifted his weight and dipped his
head, capturing a nipple in his mouth and laving it with his
tongue. “Oh!
Ah
!”
Her pants and moans made his belly quiver. She
responded to him so beautifully. There was nothing forced
or faked. She had no filter and played to none of his
fantasies as his paid women often did. No, Hallie gave
him only honesty.
He devoured her mouth as his fingers drove her closer
and closer to orgasm. Their cheeks grazed one another as
she panted against his ear. She scratched at him, her
fingernails no doubt leaving their mark. He moved
between her thighs, rising up on his knees while his thumb
carried on its rhythmic circles and his fingers plunged in
and out of her dripping core.
When she began to tighten around his fingers, he knew it
was time. Wordlessly, he pulled his hand away and
gripped the base of his cock. Before she could protest or
embrace fear, Vicious pressed the head of his shaft into
her virgin pussy and thrust forward.
“Oh!” She cried out loudly and flinched in pain.
A vise-like grip of guilt squeezed his chest. He cursed
biology in that moment, hating himself for being so large
and nature for making her so small and tight.
Moving only the smallest fraction inside her, he bent
and kissed her tenderly. Her eyes glistened but no tears
spilled onto her cheeks. He expected to see anger or
hatred in her gaze but it was only wonder and awe
directed at him. She lifted her mouth to his and pulled on
his shoulder, silently coaxing him to continue.
The fear of causing her real pain or damage kept his
baser needs in check. Never had he felt anything so tight or
hot or wet. His balls buzzed and his lower gut clenched.
He wanted to pound into her virgin cunt until he spilled his
seed, but didn’t. If he ever wanted to make love to her
again, he had to show her that there was pleasure to be
found in coupling.
Leaning on one elbow, he stroked her cheek and thrust
forward only an inch or so before retreating. Her lips
parted and their noses touched as he rocked slowly back
and forth, not yet deepening his penetration. She began to
relax beneath him as he kissed and caressed her. The
hands once fisted at her sides began to unfurl. When she
gripped his shoulders and rose up to meet his thrust, he
knew it was time.
He slid a hand between their bodies and started to strum
her clit. She shook her head and tried to shove aside his
hand. “It’s too much,” she whispered, her voice drawn.
Vicious nuzzled her nose and pressed their lips
together. “Trust me, Kitten.”
The grip she had on his wrist loosened. He held her
gaze as he rubbed her clit, his pace slow and his pressure
light. When all the tenseness left her limbs, she sighed and
pressed her lips to his again. His tongue darted inside her
mouth. She was so fucking wet now, the slick nectar proof
of her arousal and enjoyment. It eased the friction between
their bodies and brought them both pleasure.
Her breathing deepened and her cheeks flushed. He
shook with anticipation, certain her climax was upon them.
Those stiff pink peaks teased his chest. He claimed her
mouth and sped up the pace of his fingers, the circles
tighter and quicker.
“Ah! Ah!
Unnnhh
!” She clawed at him now. Her pussy
clenched even as her pleading gaze begged for more.
When she burst with ecstasy, she threw back her head and
bared her neck to him. “
Vicious
!”
The sound of his name falling from those pink, pouting
lips as she climaxed was the sweetest gift he’d ever
received. It was all he could do not to pound through her
orgasm. He gritted his teeth and tried not to chase his own
release.
But when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders
and kissed him deeply, it was all over for him. “Vicious,
please,” she begged. “More.
More
.”
Her breathless pleading shattered him. Forearms on
either side of her head, Vicious made love to her mouth
while his hips snapped and his cock drove into her again
and again. His thick shaft was too much for her to take
completely but he didn’t care. Even just having two-thirds
of his cock buried in her was enough. Her slick, hot flesh
felt so damn good enveloping him. He couldn’t get enough
of her. In that moment, Vicious never wanted to leave
Hallie’s body. He could stay wrapped inside her pussy for
the rest of his life and die a happy man.
He nibbled her earlobe and she bucked beneath him. He
didn’t know if she could climax again so soon but he was
damn well going to try. He changed the angle of his
penetration and she shouted his name. He shivered in her
arms and took her faster and harder. “Come with me.
Come now.”
She seemed stunned when her body responded to his
urgings. “Vicious!”
As Hallie rocked and clutched at him, Vicious buried
his face in her hair and allowed his climax to overtake
him. His toes curled toward his heels as every muscle in
his body tightened in anticipation. “Hallie!”
The shock of his orgasm ripped her name from his lips.
Semen rocketed through his shaft. He came so hard he felt
certain he would pass out from the sheer bliss of it.
Beneath him, Hallie trembled and whimpered, her body
wrung out after so many orgasms brought on by his skillful
hands and mouth.
Boneless, he dropped forward on his elbows and tried
to keep his weight from crushing her small form. When she
kissed his neck, Vicious understood why so many men put
their names forward for the most dangerous of missions in
hopes of earning enough points to participate in a Grab.
This—oh god—
this
was what every man craved and
needed. He’d known Hallie only half a day but they
already shared a deeper connection than any he’d ever
imagined possible. She’d just given him the greatest gift
possible and now showed him such kindness, such
tenderness.
He pulled out as gently as possible and rolled onto his
side. He cradled her to his chest and claimed her mouth
with loving kisses. Forehead to forehead, he murmured,
“You were so wonderful, Hallie.”
“I didn’t disappoint you?”
“Never.” He tipped her chin and took her mouth in a
sensual kiss. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Sore?”
She looked embarrassed. “Yes.”
“It will be easier next time.” Then with a grin, he
added, “We’ll have to make sure you get lots of practice.”
She laughed. “Well, if it feels like that every time, I’m
okay with that.”
“It will,” he assured her. “It will only get better.”
“Better?” She shook her head. “You might kill me.”
“Never.” He kissed her again, seemingly unable to get
enough of her soft mouth. “I like this side of you.”
“The relaxed, not-scared-out-of-my-mind side?”
He nodded. Reluctantly, he asked, “Are you still afraid
of me?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” He steeled himself for the worst.
“A little,” she confessed. “I don’t think you’re going to
hurt me physically or mentally. It’s not that kind of fear.
It’s the fear of the unknown. I don’t know what it means to
live in this world of yours. I mean, I’m on a sky ship right
now. I’m orbiting in space above my planet. I never in my
wildest dreams imagined living on one of these. I’m a
feet-on-the-ground kind of girl.”
He understood this fear. “I’ll admit to some concern
about building a successful relationship with a stranger. I
picked you out of a crowd on instinct. I have to trust that I
chose properly.” His hand glided down her back and
cupped her bottom. “So far, we seem well matched.”
“In bed,” she pointed out carefully. “We can’t live our
lives in the bedroom, Vicious.”
He palmed her breast and tweaked her nipple. “Don’t
tempt me to retire, Hallie.”
“Will you?”
He frowned. “Will I what? Retire?” She nodded. “Not
likely.” His gut soured. “Why? Do you want me to leave
my position?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know a lot about your
culture but I do know that serving in the military is a point
of pride for your kind. Besides, you’re an officer. That
must have taken a great deal of hard work and dedication
and risk to attain. I wouldn’t ask you to give up something
that important.”
Her answer surprised him. He’d known men who gave
up their careers after their foreign brides couldn’t
acclimate to the military lifestyle. She came from an
extremely pacifist culture so he’d expected her to object to
his vocation. To know that she respected what he’d given
blood and sweat to earn meant a great deal to him.
“I want to bathe you now.”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
He laughed at her reply. “Because it would please me.”
“Oh.”
“Come.” He sat up and pulled her with him. He noticed
her wince of discomfort so he swept her up into his arms
and carried her into the bathroom. It was a nicely
appointed room and very spacious. He placed Hallie on
the edge of the deep, wide tub and tapped the controls on
the adjacent walls to adjust the water temperature.
“How do you keep enough water onboard for everyone?
I mean, isn’t that very heavy?”
“I’m not an engineer,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I
can find one tomorrow if you’re that interested.”
She shrugged. “I know how heavy it is to carry water
from the well just for my family. I can’t imagine what it
must be like to haul around enough water for a warship.”
He decided not to tell her about the filtration systems.
He’d heard these foreign brides weren’t comfortable with
the idea of drinking water that had been recycled. She
eyed the water temperature and flow device with
curiosity. He remembered how low-tech her world was.
“In the morning, I’ll show you how everything works.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem.” He grabbed towels and placed them
next to her thigh. “Come here, Kitten.”
She came to him without hesitation and he helped her
into the tub. He climbed in after her and sank down into
the corner. He opened his arms and she slid into place, her
back to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and held
her. He wondered if he’d tire of this.
He could tell she was sleepy. After her day, he wasn’t
surprised. She’d raced more than a mile in heavy woods,
undergone the trying intake procedure and spent the
evening under his hands and mouth.
He gently washed her body, taking care to keep her
collar and hair dry. After cleansing himself, he shifted her
forward a bit and slid out from behind her. He hit the drain
and climbed out of the tub and onto the mat. He secured a
towel around his waist before scooping her out of the
quickly disappearing water. She leaned against him as he
dried her damp skin then examined her wrists and ankles
for bruising, finding only slight redness. She’d thrashed
around so hard on the restraint table. His cuffs were too
large for her small wrists and gave too much leeway to
keep her from twisting. He made a mental note to hit the