He reached for her and slid his hand over the curve of her rear, lifting her and forcing her to wrap her legs around him. Ontarii pressed her against the wall and ground into her, the size of his arousal scaring her momentarily. Unlike him, she hadn’t gotten the chance to study other life forms. Were his parts the same as a human male’s?
Guess I’m finding out.
Sliding her legs around his waist, Brook wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to the front of him. Then she took her time and kissed his nose, his cheeks, and his eyelids. By the time she reached his mouth, he was ravenous for her and stole her breath in a deep kiss.
She couldn’t help but roll her against him. He felt so good. So strong. So powerful and masculine. His hands massaged her ass, squeezing and releasing before slipping into her panties and running over the wet skin of her sex. Desire burst through her and she arched, forcing the tip of his fingers inside of her.
“You like that?” He licked at her ear and played with her, slipping his finger inside of her before rolling it over her swollen flesh.
“So good,” she groaned and rocked against him, not caring at all how she looked or what he might think. It had been too damn long, and she wasn’t willing to take it slow anymore. Death was most likely sitting at her door. One last fuck would do everyone good.
She was ready to move from the foreplay stage to something much more hot and heavy, but he was taking his time. She held on to his shoulders and started to work her way down his body with concentration.
He loosened his grip enough for her to slide down until her hips were nestled next to his. This time, when she pressed herself against him, he let out a long, low moan. The soft wetness of her body rolled against his erection and they both let out sounds of pleasure. The only thing keeping them apart was her thin panties and his sarong. She pressed against him again and he took a sharp intake of breath.
“You little minx.” He let go of her rear, leaving her hanging against him. She took the hint and lowered herself to the floor, but not before taking the opportunity to further torture him by pressing herself against his cock one last time.
When her feet touched the bridge floor, she wasted no time divesting herself of the last of her clothing. Her bra came off first, and she had enough presence of mind to make a show of it. She undid the clasps, then oh-so-slowly pulled the cups away from her breasts.
Ontarii’s eyes widened as he took her in. “Perfect.”
Brook covered her breasts with her hands and turned around, looking back at him over her shoulder and taking in his look of abject disappointment.
The amount of power she had over him was heady, and she hoped it would last. She owed him a big apology for not believing in him, but hopefully their sex would bind them together even tighter than before.
Sliding her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, she began to move them downward, inch by inch, slowly exposing herself to his gaze as she bent over.
His eyes were riveted on her body, and it left her feeling beautiful, desired. She stood, turned and moved closer to him as she bit at her lip. He smiled and glanced down at her, the need in his gaze lighting her on fire.
Drunk with the power of his attraction, Brook took the last step to reach him, her shoulders back, head held high. He wanted her, right there, right now, and damnit, he would have her.
She reached for him and he fell upon her like a hurricane hitting the shore. The force of his desire was almost palpable, but hers was just as powerful.
Wasting no time she began pulling at the straps that crossed his shoulders. He laughed, and it was a low, throaty sound that made her body clench tightly. He pushed her hands away and worked to remove the straps and the sarong himself. She moved back to admire the view and lost her breath in the process.
His body was the sexiest she’d ever laid eyes on. He was tall and broad, with muscles that bulged and rippled like those she imagined would belong to a god. His skin was a deep purple, and his body was smooth from his face to his toes.
His cock was long and thick, the head large and colored a beautiful violet to match his body. It pulsed slightly and she couldn’t help but reach for him, wanting to stroke it a few times before they made love.
God, I hope it fits. Those words became a litany in her head. She wanted to drop to her knees in worship, but her body cried out for attention. It was time to make Major Ontarii hers.
She grabbed his shoulders and jumped, hoping he would catch her.
He seemed to read her mind and wrapped his strong arms around her, his hands clasping on to her ass tightly. He worked her against himself, forcing her to rub her hot center against his offering. He groaned in tandem with her and kissed her hard again.
Walking them over to a deactivated console, he settled her atop it.
She leaned back to give him a view of her, and trembled at the hungry look in his eyes.
“Mine,” he growled and ran his fingers down her stomach and through the soft patch of hair just above her sex.
“Yes,” she whispered, not sure she would survive what was to come, but fully willing to try just for the untapped pleasure he was sure to bring.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to her nipple, sucking softly and circling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. The sensation became even more intense when he gently scored her nipple with his teeth.
When she didn't think she could take the pleasure anymore, he switched over to her other breast. The torment began anew, and she loved every second of it.
Brook couldn't take it any longer. If she didn't feel him inside of her, she was going to die from wanting. She grabbed the tendrils on his head, marveling at how soft and flexible they were. Then she guided his face back to hers.
