Revealed (28 page)

“Ah-ah-ah.” He shook his head. “Just lie still, all right?”

“But you’re driving me
insane,”
Nadiah protested.

He gave her a lazy smile. “That’s the idea of taking it slow. Don’t you like it?”

“I…I don’t know if I like it or not,” Nadiah admitted. “I only know I want
more.”

“And you’ll get more—much more—in a little bit.” He leaned down to kiss her gently on the mouth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t leave you wanting. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself.”

“All right.” Biting her lip in frustration, Nadiah subsided.

“Good girl.” Rast reached down to pull up her
tharp
and her heart started pounding again.
This is it. He’s finally going to touch me
there.

But instead of cupping her pussy, as Nadiah had imagined he would, Rast only started the same, slow, stroking caress up and down her legs which he had performed on her arms and throat. Nadiah moaned and shifted restlessly as his big, warm hand slid from the ticklish inside of her ankle all the way up to her inner thigh. It hovered there, just for a moment, then slid across to her other thigh. His fingertips brushed teasingly close to her mound before continuing their journey down to her other ankle.

“God, your skin is like silk.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire and Nadiah suddenly realized that this was almost as hard on him as it was on her. Going slow wasn’t easy, apparently. So then, why was Rast so insistent on it?

“I…I’m glad you like it. My skin, I mean,” she whispered.

“It’s beautiful.
You’re
beautiful.” He looked into her eyes and stroked her cheek again. This time when his hand traveled down, it brushed lightly over the aching peak of her breast.

“Oh!” Nadiah gasped, straining upward to get more of his touch.

“This dress you have on is pretty damn sexy too,” Rast murmured, casually brushing the other breast, as if by accident.

“It…it’s just my
tharp,”
she whispered breathlessly. “I…I told it to look like this. I thought…I hoped you might like it.”

“I more than like it, sweetheart. I
love
it.” At last his big hand slid down to cup her pussy, stroking gently through the thin, silky material.

Nadiah moaned and bit her lip. No one had ever touched her like this before, so intimately…so tenderly. It made her feel like her whole body was on fire with need. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her naked skin any more. With a whispered command, the
tharp
parted, leaving her bare before him.

Rast groaned low in his throat. “
God
, Nadiah…”

“Is…is this all right?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t upset. “I just thought…”

“You thought you’d speed up the process, didn’t you.” He smiled lazily. “Well guess what, it won’t work. I’m not nearly done touching you yet. So you’re just going to have to lay there and take it a little while longer.”

And with that, he went back to caressing her in long, slow strokes but this time touching every part of her body. His fingertips trailed over her skin, not avoiding her breasts and pussy but not paying any special attention to those sensitive spots either. It went on and on until Nadiah honestly thought she was going to go mad.

“Please,” she begged him, panting. “Please, Rast…don’t you…isn’t there something else you want to do?”

“Oh, there’s a
lot
I want to do to you, sweetheart. Starting with this.”

Bending over her, he lapped gently at one tight nipple. Then, almost before Nadiah could moan he was sucking it deep into his mouth, drawing hard on the aching peak until she felt like she was going to come out of her skin.

“Rast, oh Goddess!” she moaned brokenly, her hands squeezing into fists at her sides. She arched her back, pressing her breasts up to him, begging for more as he turned his attention to her other nipple as well.

Rast seemed to take forever, licking and kissing her breasts. He sucked gently at first and then increased the suction until she felt she couldn’t stand it any more. He nipped her gently, too, sending little sparks of pleasure/pain from her tender nipples straight down to her pussy while she writhed and moaned under him.

At last, when Nadiah thought she really couldn’t take it any more, he sat back, panting. “You like that, do you?”

“You
know
I do.” Nadiah looked down at her breasts. Her nipples which were dark pink from his erotic attention. “But Rast, I want more. So much
more.”

He chuckled softly. “Eager little virgin, aren’t you? Good, because we’re only getting started.”

Nadiah had no idea what was coming next but she hoped it involved his hands sliding below her waist. Rast didn’t disappoint her.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he murmured as one large, warm hand stroked down her trembling abdomen. “I want to see if you’re wet.”

Nadiah was sure that she was. Her pussy had never felt so wet and swollen in her life—even during the conversation they’d had about sex on the journey to Tranq Prime. Then, Rast had only been looking at her.
Now
he was actually going to touch her—she hoped.

Slowly she spread her thighs, opening them wider when he directed. As her plump cunt lips came into view, she felt incredibly exposed and a little embarrassed to see that her honey had already coated her pussy and inner thighs.

“So
wet,”
Rast murmured hoarsely. “God, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already so damn wet.”

Nadiah bit her lip. “My people have a word for it—for a female who gets very wet for her male.”

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“Numala,”
she whispered, blushing at the forbidden word. “It means liquid pussy.”

“Numala.”
He rolled the name on his tongue, making her blush again to hear it spoken in his deep, male voice. “I like that. It fits you.”

“So your people like such females?” she asked.

“We do.” He traced a pattern around her belly button and then his hand slid down to cup her mound.
“I
do. A hell of a lot.”

“I…I’m glad,” Nadiah whispered. “Glad you find me pleasing.”

“You’re a hell of a lot more than pleasing, sweetheart. You’re
incredible
.” Leaning down, he kissed her mouth, stroking her tongue with his possessively until Nadiah moaned. Finally he broke the kiss but continued to look into her eyes. “Last time I asked you to spread yourself for me,” he murmured. “This time I’m going to spread your pussy open myself. Spread you open and explore your sweet little cunt.”

The hot promise in his deep voice excited Nadiah more than she could say. “Yes,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider. “Yes, Rast,
please…”

“So wet and hot,” he murmured hoarsely as he spread her open. “Just look, Nadiah. Even your little clit is swollen and hot.” He brushed very, very lightly over the tiny pink nub at her center but to Nadiah the light touch felt like an electric spark. She gasped his name and arched her back…and Rast did it again. And again and again.

“Rast…
Rast,”
she moaned as he slid one careful finger tip back and forth over her clit again and again. “Oh…oh, Goddess!”

She understood now why this act was forbidden on Tranq Prime. Nothing that felt this good could be anything but deliciously sinful. She’d often squeezed her thighs together for the pleasurable sensations it brought but never had she felt such pleasure as that slow, gentle fingertip strumming her clit.

But just as she felt like she was reaching some kind of a peak, Rast backed off and began exploring the rest of her inner pussy. Nadiah gasped when she felt two blunt fingers come to rest at the very entrance of her well.

“Not sure how far I can go here,” Rast murmured, looking at her. “I don’t want to break your cherry, uh, I
 
mean change the color of your eyes by accident.”

From speaking to her Earth friends, Nadiah understood what he meant. “Tranq Prime females have no barrier within,” she explained in a breathy voice. “We…you can’t change the color of my eyes unless you put yourself inside me and fill me with your seed. It’s a biological reaction that takes place when my body senses your seed inside. Does that make sense?”

“Uh-huh.” Rast seemed to like the idea. “So I’d have to be buried inside you, my cock balls deep in your tight little pussy while I filled you with my cum?”

His hot, dirty words sent a little quiver of pure lust through Nadiah’s entire body. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Ex…exactly.”

“So, it’s safe to do
this?”
Slowly, one thick finger breached her entrance and slid deeply into her slick inner pussy.

“Oh!” Nadiah bucked her hips, wanting more of the new, erotic sensation. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, more, please!”

“I’ll give you more, sweetheart. But not with my fingers.” Giving her a heated look, Rast got off the bed and came around to the end. Kneeling, he motioned for her to slide down. “Come on,
numala.
I want to taste you.”

This is what he talked about before…tasting me. Licking my pussy.
Nadiah felt like she could barely breathe she was so hot. Her whole body trembled as she obeyed him, sliding down to the end of the bed until her lower legs from the knee down were hanging over the edge.

“That’s good.” His truegreen eyes were burning with desire but Rast still seemed to want to take his time. “Very good, sweetheart. Now spread your legs for me again.”

Moaning softly, Nadiah did as she as told. Goddess, she felt like she was on fire and only Rast could put out the blaze. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so, though.

“God, you smell so damn
good
.” With a low possessive growl, he rubbed his rough cheek against the soft curls of her mound, making Nadiah gasp. He did the same with the other cheek, rubbing possessively, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. It was as though he was bathing in her scent, breathing her in, getting her feminine aroma all over him.

But Nadiah had begun to smell a new scent in the bedroom and it wasn’t hers. Rich, and dark and masculine, it filled the small space, making her feel drunk with need.
His mating scent,
she thought, as she had before. But no, that was impossible—wasn’t it? Nadiah didn’t know and she didn’t care, she only knew that his warm, male musk made her want to give herself to him completely, to spread her legs and open her pussy to be fucked by his thick shaft over and over until he filled her with his seed.

“Rast,” she begged. “Rast, please take me. I need you in me—
please!”

He looked up at her, his cheeks wet with her juices though he had yet to taste her, and his eyes burning with desire. “Can’t do that yet, sweetheart. Can’t make love to you tonight. But I can do
this.”

With that, he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs and leaned down to give her a long, hot lick.

Nadiah cried out, her hips bucking helplessly as he lapped her open pussy. His hot tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, licking her slowly one minute and then teasing her clit lightly the next. Her hands, which had been fisted in the covers on either side of her, crept up to grasp at his thick hair. Before she knew it, she was sliding her fingers through the silky-coarse strands and holding on tight while Rast continued to feast on her.

If he minded her death grip on his hair, she certainly couldn’t tell by his reaction. If anything, her fingers against his scalp seemed to spur him on, to make him even more eager to pleasure her.

His big hands slid around her thighs, locking them open, and he redoubled his efforts, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth and tonguing it mercilessly until Nadiah cried out breathlessly with pleasure.

She could feel something inside her now. Something like a wire in the very center of her being. A wire that was slowly growing taut, winding tighter and tighter until soon it must snap. Nadiah wasn’t sure what would happen to her when it did, but all the same she ached for it, needed it…needed
something
she couldn’t name.

“Rast,” she begged. “Rast, please, I need…I need…”

“You need to come,” he said, panting, as he looked up momentarily from his labors. “You need to let yourself go and come all over my face.”

Nadiah was filled with frustration and need. “But…but I don’t know
how
.”

“You don’t have to,” Rast assured her. “I’ll show you. Just spread your thighs a little wider and let me work on you, sweetheart. Let me eat your sweet little pussy.”

She tried to do as he said but it seemed like every muscle in her body wanted to tense up. Her stomach was fluttering and her skin felt incredibly sensitive, almost as though it was suddenly too tight for her body. But she knew that if she didn’t let Rast finish, she would never reach that elusive peak. Never find out what happened when the wire inside her snapped.

Releasing her grip on his hair, she forced herself to relax and spread her thighs wider, giving him even greater access.

“That’s good,” Rast murmured, kissing the inside of one thigh gently. “Very good, sweetheart. But you didn’t have to let go of my hair—I like knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself.”