“It’s not funny,” she complained.
He sobered. “You’re right, it isn’t.”
She was so beautiful. The moonlight was the only light in the room, but it cast her in mysterious shadows and wavering soft lights.
And he couldn’t resist. He didn’t even try. It was the nature of the beast inside him. He lowered his mouth to her lips, wanting to taste her one more time, then he would let her get dressed, as much as he hated the notion of her covering that magnificent body.
She stiffened, then slowly began to relax against him. Her lips were soft, then she shyly opened them; her tongue explored his mouth, cautiously caressed him. Her touch was innocent and bold at the same time.
One kiss, then he would stop.
But he’d forgotten about the heat that radiated from her lush body or that it would quickly ignite the flames of his desires. When she tangled her fingers in his hair, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop at just a kiss.
Callie gasped when he cupped her bare breast, but she didn’t pull away or tell him to stop. He ran his thumb over her nipple. She moaned.
He ended the kiss, lowering his head until he could take her breast in his mouth. She cried out, arching her back, when he sucked, gently tugging her nipple with his teeth.
She was driving him wild with need. His body ached to fill her, to plunge deep inside, and test the heat within.
He laid her back on the bed. She scooted up farther, and he wondered if she would tell him to leave. By the ancient saints, by the gods and goddesses, it would drive him insane if she were to send him away without the release he sorely needed. Many a weaker man had been driven insane when they didn’t get fulfillment. Their race was a race that survived only by controlling the warring emotions inside them, keeping their animal instincts reigned in. It wasn’t always possible.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to read what she was thinking. Would she save him from going mad with lust, or cast him away?
Callie opened her arms. “Make love to me.”
A low growl emitted from deep in his throat as his gaze moved over her naked body. He hadn’t dared look too closely when he didn’t know the outcome. What if she had turned away from him?
She was beautiful, her breasts full, nipples tight. The curls at the juncture of her legs hid what he wanted to touch, to taste, but not for long. Soon, he would part her legs. He would listen to her sweet voice beg for more.
He swallowed hard, and slipped off his jacket. She watched him, her gaze drinking in every one of his movements. He intentionally slowed as he unbuttoned his shirt, then let it fall to the floor.
She drew in a deep breath when he reached for the button on his slacks and pushed it through, then drew the zipper down. Her eyes widened in anticipation. He kicked out of his slacks, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs.
Earth clothes were too bulky. On New Symtaria he wore loose robes until the climate turned cooler. But maybe wearing more clothes wasn’t so bad because watching Callie’s eyes widen, the way her chest raised and lowered when she began to pant, made him feel powerful, made him want her pleasure to be great.
He pushed his briefs down, then let them slide over his legs and drop to the floor as he straightened again. She bit her bottom lip, but not before a moan escaped. He’d known she had a passionate side. It ran through the veins of all Symtarians. Her Earth blood could not dilute it. He planned to see just how strong it was. He kicked the briefs away, then climbed on the bed, lying beside her.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
He frowned. Women were beautiful. If anything, men were handsome. But never beautiful.
She tentatively lowered her hand and stroked down his length. His body jerked in response. Maybe it didn’t really matter how she thought he looked. They were just words. Callie pushed on his shoulders and he gave in, moving to his back.
“You don’t look like an alien,” she said as she explored his chest.
“Our races are very similar in many ways. That’s why our people were sent here when our planet was dying and we had to find another one.” He’d read some about Earth’s history and understood that women liked to talk before, during, and after sex. He didn’t mind this need. Symtarian women were much the same. He liked listening to their voices. They were softer, and most of the time, sweeter than a man’s voice.
But there were times when talk wasn’t needed. He turned back to his side, brushing the back of his hand lightly over her body, moving between her breasts, over her abdomen, down to her hip, then her thigh, then repeated the moves as he journeyed back up her body. Ah, she was lovely to look at, to touch. Her skin was soft as the finest material.
When she moaned, he knew she wanted more. He’d have liked to hear it from her lips, have her tell him exactly what she wanted, but maybe it was too soon. He didn’t want to push her, but some day he would have her telling him everything she wanted without embarrassment, and he would do the same until they knew instinctively what the other craved.
He leaned forward, drawing her tight nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, then gave equal attention to the other. His hand moved down her body. He ran his fingers lightly though her curls. Her body stiffened.
He leaned away from her. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “More,” she choked out.
He smiled. “Yes, that is exactly what I plan to give you.” He fingered the fleshy part of her sex. She cried out, spreading her legs wider for him. He delved deeper, feeling her readiness.
His own ache grew stronger. He moved between her legs, spreading them wider. The moon bathed her skin in translucent light. “Beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his head and running his tongue over her.
Callie cried out, raising her hips, knotting the sheets in her fists.
He slid his hands beneath her bottom, bringing her even closer to his mouth, sucking her inside, running his tongue over her until she quivered and cried out.
Rogar had been too long without a female companion, and the sounds Callie made were pushing him to the brink of his lust. He moved so that he could easily slide into her moist heat.
“Wait,” she moaned.
“You would stop me now?’ he croaked.
She turned and stretched until she could open a drawer in the table beside the bed. She brought out a small packet. He could see her face had turned a bright red.
“Condom,” she said, then tore it open and handed it to him. “It’s for your…you know.”
He took it from her. Of course, he’d heard of this tradition. On New Symtaria, everyone took an injection to prevent any disease or children. When they were ready to have offspring, they took another. He would follow her customs.
Rogar slid the condom on, then slowly he sank inside, letting the rush of heat flow over him. He closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth at the sheer pleasure she gave him. This was good. He didn’t mind so much the sheathing as he shifted his hips, and sank a little deeper.
Callie cried out, and he was lifted out of his fog of passion.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, it just feels so damned good.” To prove her words, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.
He sank deeper. Gasped as pleasure rushed over him.
“More.”
Callie had gotten greedy. Not that he could blame her. He wanted more, too. He slid out, then plunged deeper. She rocked her hips. He knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, and sank back inside.
His movements intensified until they both cried out at the sheer ecstasy of the moment. The world exploded around him into brilliant lights. He gasped for air as he rolled his weight off Callie.
Mating with Callie had been more than he expected. It had been wonderful, it had been…
The familiar ache began to burn inside him. He tried to stop it, but the burning sensation had already begun to consume him.
Callie watched the changing expressions on Rogar’s face and knew he’d experienced the same thing that
