Barbarian Pirate. Cecily Royce
disposal before, and a clean one at that. Are you going to do as good a job with me as you did with this cabin?"
"Of course I will," she lied, hating the way she couldn't seem to stop blushing. It didn't matter that she was having trouble sitting still in his lap, the need to squirm starting as soon as she'd felt his hands on her. And now those hands were stroking her, caressing rather than hurting.
"What nice soft skin you have," he murmured, his lips coming to her shoulder. "Turn your face toward me."
She meant to turn her head only a small amount, but discovered at once that he had decided not to leave the doing to her discretion alone. His hand left her back to tangle in her hair, and then her face was turned all the way toward him and he was kissing her. Her own hands went to his chest in an effort to push him away, but that was impossible to do. And his lips were so demanding, that she found herself kissing him back.
The shock of finding herself responding to the man's kiss hit Chayara hard, but not as hard as her response to his other hand between her thighs. Even as she tried frantically to scream and push him away, her body flared with such heat that she nearly passed out. She moaned at what his hand was doing to her, moving at the urging of his fingers and lips and tongue.
At that point her thoughts turned blurry, leaving her with nothing but sensations. Rego's lips had left hers to go to her nipples, nipples that had hardened and felt as though sandpaper had been used on them. She felt every touch of his tongue as she moaned, and her body refused to be still. She squirmed to the urging of his hand between her thighs, a hand that was beginning to drive her insane in spite of the gentleness of the rubbing it did. She was in need, terrible need, and the awful fire grew higher with every passing moment.
"Yes, I think you will do a good job for me, a very good job," Rego murmured, and then he stood up with her in his arms. He carried her to the bed and put her down, then began to get out of his clothes. Chayara could do nothing but writhe with her eyes and fists closed tight, silently begging him to hurry. She would die if she had to wait much longer, she would die.
But she didn't die, even though it seemed like forever before Rego came to take her in his arms again. This time there were no clothes to keep their bodies apart, and he took another kiss while his hands explored every inch of her. Chayara whimpered while he took his time, but finally he moved between her knees and raised her up. The feel of him between her thighs almost made her scream, but as he plunged inside her, his presence made her throat close. She'd never known that sex would feel like this, and then even blurred thoughts disappeared as he began to stroke her hard for a time that was unending.
Tor withdrew from the girl and let himself fall to the bed beside her, complete satisfaction filling him. He'd known the girl would try to hold herself back from him, so he'd avoided the problem before it began. That medication had been no such thing, not unless you considered the most effective aphrodisiac ever made as medication. It had originated on the barbarian planet of Verena, and he intended to get another supply of it soon enough.
The girl had responded to him with everything in her and now she lay with her eyes closed, probably basking in the glow of utter pleasure and trying to catch her breath just the way he was doing. He was certain she'd had just as good a time as he'd had, and their good time wasn't yet over. The green glow would continue to affect her for some time, making life fun for him for a change.
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