Pursued (15 page)

Rast wanted to give it to her but at the same time he didn’t want to hurt or frighten her. Nadiah had been a virgin when they first came together and she was still quite innocent in many ways. Up until now their lovemaking had always been extremely gentle, face-to-face, filled with whispered words of caring and encouragement. So how—

Suddenly, he knew. Knew how he could take her mind off her ex-fiance’s horrible death and give her pleasure without going too far or getting too extreme. A little something new, that was all they needed. Something Nadiah had never experienced before.

“Turn over,” he said, letting his voice sink to a low, commanding growl. “Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

“What?” Nadiah looked at him, obviously a little unsure.

“You heard me.” Rast cupped her chin firmly and frowned into her eyes. “Do as I told you. Turn over.”

Trembling a little, Nadiah did as he insisted, getting onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. The thin fabric of the
tharp
showed Rast a clear view of her breasts in silhouette, hanging like ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked. He felt his cock surge again—God she was beautiful! Sometimes he still couldn’t believe she was his. It was that feeling of disbelief, of being the luckiest man in the universe as much as his desire for her that made him want to mark her again and again and again, to fill her with his cock and his cum and make her his forever.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “So absolutely gorgeous.” He ran both hands over her back, the dip of her hips, the curve of her ass, and felt her shiver against him.

“Rast…
please
. I need—”

“I know what you need. And believe me, I’m going to give it to you, sweetheart,” he told her sternly. “Now let’s just make this…go away.” As he spoke, he stroked the
tharp
which parted obediently under his hand and fell away, leaving Nadiah completely naked.

“Rast!” she gasped, half turning but he shook his head and put a hand on her lower back, holding her in place.

“Stay just like you are. I’m not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart.”

“But…what are you going to do?” Nadiah objected.

Rast didn’t answer with words. He shucked off his too-tight pants and boots, getting naked himself. Then, kneeling behind her, he covered her slender body with his own, much larger one. He felt Nadiah shiver beneath him as he pressed his chest to her back. The thick shaft of his cock pressed against the cleft of her buttocks, and she moaned softly in the back of her throat.

“Rast,” she whispered. “I don’t understand. We’ve never…never done anything like this before.”

“I know,” he murmured, leaning forward to nip her ear. “Does it frighten you?”

“A…a little,” she admitted softly.

Rast shifted against her, pressing his cock harder against her ass. He cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, making her moan. “And does it
excite
you?” he growled.

“
Yes
.” Nadiah shifted beneath him. “It feels so…almost animalistic.”

“That’s because this is how animals do it—at least on Earth,” Rast murmured in her ear. “I’m going to take you from behind. Going to pin you to the bed and fill your sweet little pussy with my cock until you can’t stand it anymore. Is that what you want?”

“Oh, Goddess!” Nadiah’s soft voice was breathless with need. “I…yes, I think I do.”

“You have to do more than think, sweetheart,” Rast told her. “You have to
know.
Here, I’ll help you.”

Slowly, he licked a hot, ticklish trail from the back of her neck down the length of her spine. The taste of her skin, warm and slightly salty, spread across his tongue, making him want her even more. But there was another part of her he wanted to taste.

When he reached her buttocks, Rast nipped each lovely rounded mound in turn, making Nadiah gasp. Then he spread her trembling thighs, opening her completely. She moaned and shivered but put up no resistance when he opened her.

Rast groaned at the incredibly hot and beautiful sight that met his eyes. Nadiah was what her people called a
numala,
meaning that her pussy got especially hot and wet whenever she was aroused. Rast could tell that right now she was both.

Her inner thighs were wet with her honey and her soft little cunt lips were swollen with need, so puffy and hot they seemed to open of their own accord to let him see the tight pink button of her clit peeping out of her slippery inner folds. That was his ultimate goal but Rast didn’t want to rush anything. He was going to take her long and hard tonight but he wanted Nadiah as ready as possible first.

Ducking his head, he spread her thighs even wider and leaned down to place a hot, intimate kiss on her open pussy. Nadiah jumped and moaned at his gentle assault and the soft sound of her voice made his cock surge with desire. Grimly, he held onto his self-control, forcing himself to go slowly, gently.

Leaning down, he dragged his tongue over first one of her swollen outer cunt lips and then the other, deliberately ignoring her aching inner core. The delicious, sweet and salty taste of her juices exploded across his tongue, making him so hard he thought he would die if he didn’t have her soon. God, she tasted sweet—so damn luscious her unique flavor was practically addictive. In fact, Rast knew for a fact he was hooked—not that he minded.

He had always enjoyed going down, even before he’d met Nadiah. It seemed to be in the Kindred male’s makeup—the desire to taste his female, the intense pleasure he took from bathing her sweet pussy with his tongue until she came. But until he’d met his wife, Rast had never had the
need
to do it before. Now it was something he felt he couldn’t live without—a thirst inside him that nothing but the taste of her sweet honey could quench.

“God, sweetheart, you taste so damn
good,”
he groaned softly, going back for more. Her warm, feminine scent made him feel almost dizzy—drunk with desire and the need to taste more, to lick more deeply into her hot, wet folds. “Tilt your ass back toward me,” Rast commanded her hoarsely. “Need to get deeper into your pussy.”

Crying softly with need, Nadiah did as he commanded, arching her back and tilting her pelvis toward him so that her pussy was even more vulnerable and open. Rast gripped her thighs with both hands and spread her swollen outer lips gently but firmly with his thumbs. A growl of pure desire unleashed itself from his throat when the throbbing button of her clit came into view, nearly pulsing with need in time to her heartbeat.

God, she was beautiful! He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to taste her clit, had to thrust his tongue deep in her pussy and make her come…

* * * * *

Nadiah moaned helplessly and tilted her pelvis back further, trying to give Rast even greater access to her naked pussy. She had never felt so bare before, so completely vulnerable—not even the first time they’d made love. Then she and Rast had been face to face as he worked gently and slowly to thrust himself into her virgin pussy.

This, though…this new position felt completely different. Different and a little bit dangerous.

Naughty,
Nadiah thought, moaning as her husband’s hot tongue made contact with her inner cunt, stroking along her clit and finding the entrance to her pussy.
That’s the word, I feel
naughty
.

“That’s because you
are
a naughty girl, all spread out like this on your hands and knees. Your sweet little cunt all wet and open for my tongue,”
Rast sent her through their link as he tongue-fucked her deeply. “
Nice girls don’t spread their pussies and wait for a tongue or a cock to fill them.”

“So I’m not…
uh
. Not a nice girl?” Nadiah gasped breathlessly as he pressed deep into her slippery cunt.

“No, you’re a bad girl. A naughty girl.”
His tongue slipped out of her and curled around her clit, lashing the little button unexpectedly until Nadiah was just on the brink of orgasm.

“Oh Goddess, please…please! So close!” she moaned.

Rast worked her harder, his tongue doubling its assault.
“But you’re
my
naughty girl,”
he continued.
“So I like it. In fact, I fucking
love
it.”

Nadiah cried out as his fingers dug into her tender flesh, holding her still, holding her completely open for him as he lapped and sucked her pussy, cleaning away her cunt honey with his tongue even as he teased her pussy to make more flow. Suddenly, she could take it no longer. The pleasure that had been building in her, almost from the moment Rast had commanded her to turn over and get on her hands and knees, began to crest inside her.

“Rast!” With a low, helpless moan, she began to come. Her hips bucked involuntarily but Rast stayed with her, holding her firmly with his big, warm hands, making sure she didn’t go anywhere as he rode out her orgasm, his tongue pressed deeply inside her spasming cunt. Nadiah, almost delirious with pleasure, could hear him thinking how good she tasted and felt, thinking he couldn’t wait to feel her soft, velvet pussy gripping his cock the way she was currently gripping his tongue. Suddenly she ached for him—ached to have his thick shaft stretching her, filling her to the limit.

“What are you waiting for?”
she sent boldly, through their link.
“Please, Rast, I need you in me.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
Finally withdrawing his tongue, Rast gave her one last hot kiss on her pussy and then positioned himself again right behind her. “Get lower,” he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Put your head down on the pillow and your ass in the air.”

Nadiah did as she was told with no hesitation whatsoever, cushioning her head in her arms on one of the soft pillows. She had never felt so empty inside, so needy, so
hungry.
The soul-bond between them ached with her yearning and she could feel Rast’s answering need as well. Still, he was careful.

“Slowly,” she heard him murmur as the broad, blunt tip of his shaft lodged itself in the entrance to her pussy. “We’ve never done it like this before and it may feel a little tight. Just relax, sweetheart, and try to be open for me. All the way open.”

Crouched on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and her heart pounding, Nadiah tried to obey him. She was utterly open, utterly vulnerable but she was also incredibly aroused. Instead of filling her with fear, the submissive posture filled her with lust. To her pleasure, she found that she loved this—loved submitting to her husband’s strength and giving him whatever he desired.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Rast growled, obviously catching her thought. “Submit to me. Just open yourself and submit.” Then, with one long, slow thrust, he entered her pussy, filling her to the core with his cock.

Nadiah moaned as she felt the blunt head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb. Goddess, he was in her now, all the way in her and this new position made her feel utterly pierced, utterly penetrated.

Trapped,
she thought half deliriously as Rast began to move inside her.
I’m trapped. Helpless. Pinned down. There’s nothing I can do but spread my legs and submit, just like he said. Spread my legs and let him fuck me…
The thought was both hot and scary at the same time. Squeezing the pillow beneath her head hard, Nadiah moaned.

“Good girl,” Rast growled, stroking her spine with one large, warm hand while the other held her firmly in place. “Such a good girl to spread your legs for me, Nadiah. To open your pussy for my cock. And you’re right,” he continued, as he stroked into her. “I’ve got you pinned. And you’re not going anywhere until I fill this sweet little pussy of yours full of my cum.”

“Rast!” she protested in a half moan. “Rast, please…”

“Please what?” he growled. “Please fuck you harder? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

Nadiah wiggled her hips and moaned, arching her back, submitting completely. Up until now their love had always been soft and gentle, with Rast going out of his way not to hurt her. But this…this was different. There was an edge of roughness to his deep thrusts, the masculine prerogative to dominate, to take her thoroughly and claim her completely. The hard
slap
as their bodies came together, the deep, piercing pleasure each time he hammered himself inside her, the knowledge that he wouldn’t stop until he forced them both to come was almost too much to bear.

So good…it feels so
good!
she thought deliriously. Who could ever have imagined that being helpless beneath the man you loved could feel so utterly right? So incredibly pleasurable? And yet, now that she had given up all control of her body and her pleasure, Nadiah felt herself being pushed to a more intense orgasm than she’d ever had before.

The pleasure rolled over her like thunderclouds, threatening to strike lightening at any moment and Nadiah was helpless to stop it. Didn’t
want
to stop it.
Going to come,
she thought, as the hard, pounding pleasure went on and on.
Oh Goddess, I’m going to come so
hard.
Harder than I ever have before.

“That’s right,”
Rast sent through their link.
“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me. Want to feel your sweet, tight pussy coming all over my cock.”

“Rast! Oh, Goddess,
Rast!”
His name was a wail on her lips, a moan of surrender as the storm that had been threatening broke and the pleasure pierced her over and over, like lightening forking from the sky.

Rast’s fingers tightened around her waist and he redoubled his efforts, ramming himself into her, penetrating her pussy as deeply as he could. And then Nadiah felt him press deep inside her, holding steady as he flooded her cunt, bathing the mouth of her womb with hot, hard jets of cum.

It seemed to last forever, that one perfect instant of pleasure. But at last it was over and they sank together to their sides on the bed. The release was too much, too intense, and though she tried not to, Nadiah started to cry.