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Chapter Eighteen

T awny

It took every ounce of self-control I had not to leap up and haul Dev upstairs to his room as fast as my legs could carry me. But we used a modicum of restraint and waited a full minute.

Now that I’ve dragged him here like the brazen hussy I am, I’m feeling shy. He slowly leans to kiss me, and in the moment of anticipation, the sweet hum of desire skids along my veins.

Finally, his lips brush mine so softly it’s like a whisper. I have no idea why this makes me want to cry. Maybe it’s because it’s so achingly tender, maybe because I’ve been desperate for this for so long. Although he’s barely touching me, I’m already feeling frenzied for him.

“I want to make you feel good, Tawny. All I’ve ever wanted was to take care of you and make you feel good. Are you ready for that?”

Am I ready for him to rock my world? “Yes.”

He surprises me by sitting on the cushy gold chair in the corner. “Stand there.” He indicates the floor a few feet in front of him. “Take your clothes off for me.”

Embarrassment flashes through me for a second as I visualize the scars that will never be erased from my skin. Then I realize they’re a part of me—a part of us—and they don’t have to be a symbol of anything except our deep connection.

“Now.”

Something about his command, his tone, breaks my paralysis. I start to yank off my kimono, then realize I want to do this leisurely, sensually. I bend down slowly, one vertebra at a time all the while smiling at him. I grab the hem of the silky material between thumbs and forefingers and lift it up even more deliberately.

I watch desire burn on his face as he appreciates every inch of skin I reveal. His eyes widen in approval, then slit in desire. I pull the kimono over my head, then drop it on the floor. I’m exposed to him except for a pair of lacy red panties.

He leans to the side, one elbow on the chair arm, that hand covering his mouth. It would be a casual pose, except I can tell every muscle is taut with expectation. “Hand me the dress.” His eyes dip to the kimono on the floor.

I bend my knees gracefully and grab the fabric, then hand it to him; he settles it over his lap.

I stand here, waiting for the next instruction.

“Continue.”

Right, he told me to strip. I slip out of the panties, step forward, and lay them on top of the folded silk kimono. Grabbing the tiny scrap of cloth, he brings it to his nose and inhales lustily, his eyes never leaving mine.

Wow. I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My clit pulses in excitement.

“What do you want right this minima , Tawny?”

“You.”

“Be more specific.”

“Sex.”

“Much more specific.”

I pause a moment. I know exactly what I want—can I put this into words? “I want your skin under my fingertips. Your mouth on mine. Your fingers plucking the tips of my breasts. Your ass in my hands. Your tongue licking my folds and plunging deep into me.” I grab a deep breath but don’t pull my eyes from his. “I want to find the places to touch to make you come, Dev. I want us both to feel wonderful and intimate and bonded.”

“Is that all?”

“I want to come. I want to orgasm until my muscles are too limp to move. Until I’m too weak to even smile in pleasure.” My clit is fluttering, my core is clenching in need, I’m drenched with desire.

“I can do that, Love. Computer, lights out.”

He just said love. He’s not the guy to use that word casually. Oh my God, I’ve waited a long time to hear him say that. It’s felt like a lifetime. Cowardly devil, he turned the lights out so I can’t observe his face.

It’s pitch black in here. I wish I could see him. I love the colors of his skin. I could endlessly watch the way the patterns collapse and elongate as he moves. Oh well, we have many years ahead to do that.

I hear him rise out of the chair, then I’m in his arms. His hands play up and down, stroking my back from thighs to shoulders. It’s sexy to be naked next to him fully clothed. Although I hope he rectifies that soon.

“I can’t get enough of you, Tawny. I’ll never get enough. Can you handle this? Can you handle my touch every day?”

“I guess I could get used to it,” I tease.

“Could you get used to this?”

He invades my mouth, his tongue sparring with mine—plunging, plundering, mastering. I love the taste of him, his force, his masculinity. My fingers press into his shoulders, I moan low in the back of my throat. I’m dripping wet for him. I want to drag him to the bed and force him to make me come. But I also love the anticipation.

“Could you get used to this?”

He dips his head to my breast and flicks the tip with his tongue. His arousal must be building because his breath is coming faster, his movements more purposeful. He nips the tender crest with his teeth. I moan, feeling weak. He keeps me upright and relentlessly moves his head to my other breast. Mimicking the action there.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“What do you need, Tawny?”

“I need you here.” I grab his hand and press it between my legs.

His other hand pulls my thigh up and arranges me so my heel is braced against the back of his thigh and I’m fully open to him. With one hand propped behind my back, helping hold me up, he works me with his thumb and fingers.

His thumb circles my clit, then thumb and forefinger tug it with just enough force. Two fingers lodge inside me and launch into an insistent rhythm. I’ve been waiting for this for so long; I’m already on the edge. He scrapes his teeth against the straining cords of my neck and whispers, “Come for me, Love.”

And I do. Rapture races along my veins as my core clenches around his fingers. “Dev!” explodes out of me in one long, low moan.

I return to the present with both hands circling his muscular neck, my heel digging into his ass, and his fingers working me leisurely, slowly helping me spiral back down.

“So good, Dev.”

He lifts me up and lays me on the bed like I’m the finest, fragile porcelain.

“What do you want now?”

“To make you feel good.”

“You will, Tawny. I guarantee you will. But not yet.”

He prowls up from the foot of the bed and lies between my legs. “Since you won’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide.”

He nips my sensitive inner thigh, then plunges his tongue into my dripping core. He pulls out and slides his tongue through my folds to my sensitive nub. I almost flinch when he touches it; it’s already so sensitized from the orgasm I had two minutes ago. But he avoids direct pressure and presses the tiny nub from the side.

I moan in pleasure and press my knees against the bed, opening myself to him even more. His relentless attention brings me release almost immediately. His fingers easily slip into me and my orgasm intensifies as I clench down on him.

“Oh my God, Dev.” I’m panting. He’s still lying between my legs, kissing that tender crease between hip and thigh. “Give me a minute to recover, then I’ll make you feel good, too.”

“You’re crazy if you think this doesn’t make me feel fantastic, Tawny. It makes me feel good to give my female pleasure.”

“My female,” I repeat in a tone akin to awe. Those words make my chest expand with happiness.

“Come up here.” I pat the bed near me.

“One more,” he says and presses his tongue to my clit again. The man is a machine—he knows exactly how to touch me to ramp me up in moments. A minute later, I’m screaming in pleasure with another powerful release.

He climbs up to my side, his hand smoothing the hair off my sweaty forehead. Nipping my cheek with his teeth, he says, “We’ll have to help you work up to having more of those. We’ll practice.” He’s trying to be lighthearted, but his voice is deep and breathy with passion.

“I think there’s a threshold between pleasure and pain, Dev. Perhaps I just crossed it.” My stomach muscles feel tender from so many contractions.

Petting his head, I allow my breathing to slow back to normal. I’m surprised he’s still fully dressed; I thought his shame over his amputation had decreased—at least with me.

I pull his shirt out of his waistband, wanting to touch his skin, caress his muscles. “Take this off, Dev. Let me love you.”

He pulls the shirt over his head, and my palms splay across his back, rubbing from waist to heavily-muscled shoulders. It’s pitch black, so I close my eyes and envision exactly what this territory looks like. I’ve memorized the jagged seam along his side where red skin meets black. I imagine every white and black tribal marking where in places it looks like the two sides are lashed together.

I lean closer, kissing and nipping his skin. I want to get to his ears—those and his nipples are his most powerful erogenous zones. I want to make him come. I want to hear the noise he makes when he grunts in ecstasy. I want to feel his muscles relax in pleasure—he deserves it.

My tongue traces along the outside shell of his ear, then I dip the tip inside. I suck my breath in swiftly.

“Mmm, Tawny.” His voice is almost a growl—the sexiest sound ever.

I do it again, then nip down his sensitive throat, then lower. I lick his flat, male nipple and grab it between my front teeth. He grinds his hips.

“Take off your pants, Dev. Let me love all of you.”

He grabs my face in his hands and I don’t know how, but I can feel him try to look into my soul in the pitch black.

“Can you, Tawny? Can you love all of me?”

“I do, my love. I meant what I said during the tribunal. To me you lack nothing. I care who you are—and you are the best male in the galaxy. At least the best one for me.” I hope he can feel the genuine smile on my face, even though he can’t see it.

He pulls away and shucks his pants, then lies on his back and pulls me up to straddle his thighs. “Ride me.”

I slide up, planning to grind against his pelvis. “Dev!”

His pelvis isn’t smooth like mine anymore, there’s a cock there. And by the feel of things, a very well-endowed cock indeed. I guess the calm, blue waters of planet Paradise exceeded expectations.

I grab him at the root and slide my fingers up his hard shaft to the blunt tip.

“How the hell did you hide this from me?” My God, it’s almost as long and big around as my forearm. I don’t wait for an answer; I lean down and lick the tip, slowly. The drop of pre-come I catch on my tongue tastes like heaven.

It’s a bad time for this, I know, but I’m crying. If the waters of Paradise healed what was missing from Dev, I can only believe they healed what was damaged inside me. The joy that billows up inside me is too spontaneous to control and too immense to tamp down.

“Tears, love? This makes you sad?”

Devolose

I wonder if this reminds her of the emperor.

“Happy tears, Dev. Do you have those on Primus?”

“No. But are you truly happy? That’s all I want.”

Her hand is stroking me gently, up and down. She’s getting acquainted with this new addition to the bedroom.

“You know,” she firmly grabs the base of my cock. “I think the wrong person in this room is nicknamed Sprout.”

“Is that right, Love?”

“Yep. I think…” She’s pressing harder now, sliding the flesh along the harder structure underneath. “ You should be called Sprout.”

I surround her feminine hand with my large one and squeeze harder, teaching her the right rhythm, the right pressure, until my breath escapes in a deep exhale.

“Call me Sprout, or call him Sprout?” I ask.

“Whatever you want.” She shrugs, leans down and surrounds the head with her mouth, then moans in pleasure.

She sucks as much of me into her mouth as she can manage. She’s moaning; her happy appreciation is like music to me.

“I feel eighteen again, Tawny. I’ll never last if you keep doing that. Ride me.” I want her to be in charge. She once said she never wanted anything shoved inside her again. I want her to feel completely in control. From here on out no bad memories—only good ones.

She positions herself on top of me, uses her hand to guide me into place and then presses down in increments. I wish the lights were on, I’d love to see her beautiful face, but I don’t want to distract her.

“I love you Tawny. Go as slow or as fast as you want. Stop if you need. We have a lifetime to figure this out.” My heart is bursting with love for her. I’m doubly blessed, knowing that only a few weeks ago we could have never dreamed this possible.

She presses down, then up again, then down with more force until she’s fully seated. “God, Dev. This is the way it should be.”

She rides me, slow at first, then faster. She sits straight up, then leans over my chest to kiss me, and get a better angle I imagine. She pumps faster, and I hear her breathing quicken. “Holy shit, that...wow.”

She keeps at it until I feel her squeeze me in release as she moans my name in a low tone torn from the back of her throat. I’ve been motionless until now, letting her find her rhythm and the right angle and pressure. Now, I grab her hips and slam into her.

I wish I could see her beautiful face, her lovely skin, her breasts bouncing, but I can hear her moans, feel her clenching, smell her sex. I’m on overload. I’m past the point of self-control. She pushed me into bliss. I release into her in hot, pulsing jets. My orgasm hits like the buck of an angry mronck . Hard and fast and overwhelming. The act of spurting my seed into her is supremely satisfying.

Tawny climbs off and slides next to me, her head on my pec, sheltered under my chin.

“You smiling, Love? How are you doing?” I want to make certain she’s happy, that everything’s as good with her as it is with me.

“Smiling, Dev. This is what I’ve always wanted. You and me with our future in front of us.”

“Computer, lights on dim.” I inspect her face, making sure she’s really smiling and content. She’s not just happy, she’s radiant!

She leans on her elbow, bends toward me and places her forehead to mine. This is the expression of love between kinsmen on Primus.

“Can I call you my mate, Tawny? Or is that not the way you do things on Earth? Is it too soon?”“Three years is a long time to wait, Sprout.” She’s smiling so happily. “I’d love to be your mate.” She cocks her head toward me, eyebrows slashed downward. “On Primus or the Tranquility ?”

“What do you want, Love?”

“Here’s my favorite quote from one of our holiest books, ‘whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge.’ I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together. What do you want, Sprout?” She giggles and feathers her fingers across my cock; it twitches in response. I think she likes my new nickname—and my new cock.

When I don’t answer, she asks, “You don’t want to make all the decisions on your own? Okay, let’s vote. “One finger for the Tranquility , two fingers for Primus. I’ll count to three and you put up one finger or two. One, two, three!”

We both put up one finger. “The Tranquility !” she crows. “Thantose built a cabin for us to share.”

“You have a job waiting for you there, Love. I think I might learn to pilot. We have wonderful choices ahead of us.”

“Do you think we can convince Thantose to come back here more often? I love his ahma, and Ampire. Think we could have the best of both worlds, Dev?”

“If he doesn’t agree, I’ll complain to Valeria. She’ll make him visit more often.”

“Now there’s a female who knows how to get what she wants,” she says.

I wonder if things with Tawny and I would have worked out as well without my aunt’s heavy-handed interference.

Tawny

We made love all night—trying to make up for a lot of lost time. He “took me to Paradise” many, many times. We’ve got to get out of bed in a minute or two—don’t want to miss our ride to the Tranquility. I just want to kiss Dev one or two hundred more times, take one extra moment to memorize his face, and then we’ll pack and go off to our next adventure.

One month ago neither of us had one iota of hope for a better life. Now we have love and we have each other. I press my hand to my belly, wondering if perhaps I was healed by the magical healing waters of Paradise—I guess we’ll see.

It’s been a long time since I thought things could ever work out well for me. Now that we’re together, I can’t imagine a force in the galaxy that could stop us.

The End

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