Suddenly a Bride (5 page)

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she called out to her friend who nodded.  She glanced his way and scanned him with more interest than he knew she would have had
if he hadn’t
emitted the hormone.  “You coming?”

“Shouldn’t I pay for the
meal?” he asked, standing up.

“Oh.  Right.” She waved him over to the cash register.

He went up to the counter and handed her the bill and his wallet.  “Take whatever you think is fair.”

She fidgeted from one foot to the other, her body giving off an exc
ited energy and he knew that her body
was getting ready for him.
  She pulled out a couple of bills from his wallet and put it into the register.  When she returned his wallet, her fingers brushed hi
s and she looked him in the eye
.  She licked her upper lip
and caressed his hand.

“I’ll drive you home,” she said in a low voice that was a demand, rather than a request.

The invite had been established with her statement and now it was
time to be alone so they could engage in physical contact.  He nodded and followed her out of the diner.

Chapter Four

C
aitlyn led him to her vehicle, which was a white minivan.  She unlocked the passenger door and turned to him.  She closed the gap
between them and ran her hands up his arms and clasped them around the back of his neck.  Her pupils were dilated
and her body hot
.  He pulled her closer and gave a light moan as she wiggled
against his strengthening erection.  Soon, very soon, he’d get to experience the joy of being inside her
.  It would be exquisite, he was sure, if just holding her was a foretaste of the act to come.

She pulled his face down and kissed him, her lips soft and warm, inviting him to linger at her mouth.  He ran his hands down her back and to her waist, encouraging her to shift aga
inst him again, which she did.

“We should find a private place,” he murmured when the kiss ended.

“Yes.” There was no denying the husky quality in her voice.  She opened the door.  “Get in.”

He obeyed, hardly noticing the way the seat conformed nicely to him.  He was much more interested in renewing their physical contact.  The link between them was already growing stron
ger. 
She closed his door and went around to her side.  Once she got in, she strapped on her seatbelt.  He followed her lead, and as soon as he was done, she grabbed
his
hand and squeezed it.

“You look good,” she whispered, making no hesitation about staring at his crotch.  “Really
good.”

T
his was the most exciting thing that’d ever happened to him!  He couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

She started the minivan
and drove out of the parking lot and turned right onto the main street.  Removing her hand from his, she unbuttoned the top button of her dress and stroked the skin below her collarbone.  He had the sudden urge to kiss that skin, to taste it, but he couldn’t from where he sat.

“I’m burning up.  Aren’t
you burning up?” She didn’t wait for his answer.  She turned up the air conditioner.  “That’s better.”

And it did alleviate some of the discomfort.  Still, the hormone continued circulating through the air bet
ween them
and it was just a matter
of time before they undressed.

“I live north of town.  It’s more isolated.” She glanced at him with a hungry look.

He barely noticed the trees that marked their path.  He was too busy staring at her
, awed by her beauty
.

She turned onto a dirt road and parked on the side of it.  Her eyes showing her arousal, she unstrapped the seatbelt and
jumped on him.

“I don’t think there’s enough room,” he said.

She grunted.  “You’re right.” She opened his door, jumped out and opened the backdoor.  “Hurry up.  I need you now.”

Extremely turned on, he fiddled with the seatbelt but couldn’t figure out how to release it, so she reached over and did it for him.  As soon as he was free to move,
he joined her in the backseat.

She closed the door and pounced on him. 
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered as she ran her hands under his shirt.

He shifted under her so that his arousal was firmly against the area between her legs.
  “Nothing’s wrong,” he assured her.  “This is how it’s supposed to be.”

Ever since he made his d
ecision to get a life mate
, he’d read up on the mating practices of his world.  It’d been long removed, of course, seeing as there was a lack of women, but he knew he had to understand how the male body worked in relation to a female’s.  And as much time as he sp
ent researching the ritual life-
bonding ceremony of his kind, nothing prepared him for the intensity of the hormone emitting from his body.  It affected him as much as it was affecting her.  He
’d never been more eager to do anything in his entire life
.

She kissed him and ran her tongue along his lips
, starting at the bottom and working her way to the top.  He parted his mouth for her and felt her mounting passion reach out through the
link he’d started between them.  She began to rock her hips, properly initiating the next level.  He g
runted in frustration. 
He wanted to
free himself
from his pants
,
but she quickly straight
ened up and unbuttoned her dress
.

Squeezing her hips, he watched
her
in a
nticipation. 
She was soft.  He brought his fingers up to the skin just above the
waistline of her panties
.  Her flesh was real and warm
. 
His heart raced
and he waited for her to
pull the dress over her head.

“It’s so hot,” she murmured and dabbed the layer of sweat covering her chest with
the dress.

He felt the rising heat as well.  It was elevating their arousal and it would ensure the eventual orgasm
for both of them.  But in a minivan
with the windows up, it was too much too soon.  His plan was to
wait until they were at her home so the wider space would
dissipate some of
the hormonal
activity
swirling around them. 
He shifted from under her so that he could lean forward and turn
up the air conditioner.  Immediately, the tension calmed to a bearable point.

He noted the relief on her face.  Good.  He settled back into the seat and slid his hands up her smooth back.  Her skin was so very nice.  A live woman.  One that breathed and encouraged lovema
king.  One that tossed her dress onto the floor of the van
and removed her bra, b
aring her breasts.

His fingers brushed her breasts, her pink nipples hardening for him.  She let out a contented sigh and shifted.  He could feel her heat through
her panties and his pants
.  She was wet.  Her body was ready for his entry, and the way she continued to move against him notified him that she was eager for the flesh on flesh contact that was to come.
  He was eager too, but he wanted to enjoy her breasts first.

He cupped her perfect white mounds in his hands.  She filled his palms nicely.  Giving them a slight squeeze, he was rewarded with a gasp.  Leaning forward, he brought his tongue to a nipple to taste her.  She grabbed his shoulders and murmured for him to continue.  Eve
n with the cold air blasting
them, the heat was, once again, becoming more pronounced.  But h
e wanted to explore her
breasts, so he took his time and caressed them, letting his mouth and tongue taste the arousing sweat that glistened on her skin.  It was her scent and her taste.  As his life mate, he’d be connected to her and her to him through the hormones their bodies were giving off.

When he enjoyed his fill of her breasts, he leaned back against the seat and let her resume the ritual that his kind used to partake in. 
He helped her take off his shirt so they could move to the next stage. 
Kissing him, s
he rubbed her chest against his, an action that marked
him as her own.  Her scent would
be on him until death parted them, and his scent would be on her.  No one else could claim either one of them at this point.

Her hands squeezed his arms before they traveled down his chest unt
il they settled at the button of
his pants.  She wiggled and broke contact with his mouth.  “I need you.  I think I’m going to die if we don’t do this.” She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying.

But it was closer to the truth than she suspected.  He wasn’t a
n
Earth male.  This process wasn’t the same as what she grew up expecting.  This had to be completed.  There was
no choice for either of them
.

She
licked her lips and unbuttoned his pants.  Her movements were determined and focused.  And so were his.  He slipped his fingers beneat
h her underwear.  She let out a
gasp and he moaned.  She felt better than he hoped.

He shifted slightly to relieve the pressure
in his body
, doing his part to delay it.  This was the only time he’d experience the bonding ceremony, and he wanted to savor every single bit of it.  There would be many more times when he’d take her and enjoy the physical pleasures only her body could offer, but this was the only time when it’d be new and when their hormones would be working together to establish a permanent link between them.  This would be the time he’d never forget.

She got off of him so sh
e could wiggle out of her panties
, and when she turned to him, she pulled his pants down
to his ankles
.  Her gaze fell
to his erection
,
and
she took him in her hands
.  Wonderful, he thought.  Absolutely wonde
rful. 
He never thought a woman might touch him there. 
Her hands were amazing.

She got ready to straddle him again so he took the moment to inspect the triangular patch of
dark curls sheltering her core
.  He slipped his finger
into her entrance and
sharply inhaled
.  Silky.  Hot.  Wet.  He moved his finger and was rewarded with a soft cry from her.  As his part of the ritual, he removed his finger so he could lick it and taste her, fam
iliarizing himself with her
.  This would connect him with her fertility and link him to an
awareness of her pregnancies.

To his surprise, he realized that she wa
sn’t always fertile.  There was
only a certain window of opportunity when she’d conceive in any given month.  That, app
arently, hadn’t been noted
in
the reports he’d read.  His
body adjusted to her cycle and calculated where she was at.  In time, when she released her egg, he’d know and be able to ejaculate into her at that time, ensuring a pregnancy with 100% accuracy.

She
moved over his erection so he could enter her
.  They both gave out a low cry in unison at the joining of their bodies.  She wiggled against him and grabbed onto his arms.  Arching her back, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

And at that, the final level was in place and she
rocked her hips. 
He felt her
emotions
through the connec
tion and knew she could feel his as well.  He
thrust deeper
into her, seeking the novel
sensations that her
core was offering.
 
He had no idea it could be
this
good
.