Three Worlds 01 - Seduce Me In Dreams (31 page)

“Ravenna, you need a strong partner. Someone who can help you raise those kids and keep Kith and the others in line. That means someone who will be there for you.”

“And you think you are not strong? That you could not help to raise these kids? That you could not keep Kith in line?”

That wasn‟t true, he realized as she reached to push his shirt up his body. Distracted by his thoughts, he had lifted up for her without even thinking about it and helped her free it. Now she was at liberty to slide her hands up and down his bare chest and was able to scrape teasing nails over the flat disks of his nipples. The sensation shimmered right through him, both clouding and clearing his mind as he talked with her.

“I could do all of those things,” he conceded, but then added his caveat, “if I were around. But—”

“You‟re never around,” she supplied for him helpfully. “I see. But did it never occur to you that I have done just fine ruling my roost all on my own, long before you came into the picture? I‟m used to fending for myself. I‟m used to defending my Chosen Ones. You continually mistake me for having need of you in a way that is heavily dependent. I had need of you in this particular situation, yes, but this was once in many years. Don‟t you think having you available to me only once in many days would not be anything but an improvement?”

It was far too logical and making far too much sense for him to be staggered by the spell of her touch. Bronse reached out and caught her hands, stilling them against himself.

“You say this now,” he said warily, “but how do I know that it will not change once you‟ve gotten a real dose of what it‟s like to be involved with me?”

“You
don’t
know. No more than I do. But I can tell you a very certain way of finding out.” Her smile was teasing and went straight to her eyes. “If you want empirical evidence, Bronse Chapel, you must carry out the experiment.”

Bronse caught his breath at the very idea of what she was suggesting. She was saying that she wanted to try out a relationship between them. Like dating. Like normal people. The idea made him nervous, but he quickly realized that it wasn‟t because he was afraid of the experimentation; it was because he was afraid he would fail at it. Fail miserably. Just like he had once before.

But Liely had been a very different kind of woman. One who had been less than honest with him about her expectations. How could he be certain that Ravenna was telling him the truth? Once again, the answer was as she had said. The only way to know would be to throw himself into the situation and find out the hard way. What he couldn‟t believe was how strongly his psyche balked at the idea. Perhaps, he thought, he had been more damaged by his ex wife than he had given himself credit for.

The idea left a sour taste in his mouth. Would he really pass up a woman as incredible and unique as Ravenna just because of his failure with one messed-up female?

The answer was no. And just as soon as he realized that, he also realized that Ravenna had already understood this. She‟d understood everything. His confusion, his fear, even what had bordered on barbaric behavior.

“Rave,” he whispered softly, reaching to cup her whole head in his hands as regret filled his eyes. “I didn‟t mean to be so crude with you.”

She had the temerity to shrug a single shoulder, as if it meant nothing at all to her. “I rather liked it, to be honest.” And Bronse could tell by the excited lilt in her voice and the shiver that shimmied down her spine that there was no way she was lying to him. She really had liked seeing that coarser and ungentle side of him. “I like every single aspect of you I discover, each in their turn”—she suddenly scooted back onto his thighs, exposing him to the cold refined air in the cabin as she pulled his pants down over his hips—“each one slowly coming to light as I uncover them.”

Ravenna slowly bent forward to kiss his half attentive cock, then she slid back up into position over him, enjoying the hardening of the shaft as she wriggled herself down into place.

Bronse sat up suddenly, sending her sinking deep into his lap, the position spreading her legs wide open. He reached to rapidly unlace his boots, then shucked off his pants and socks.

Suddenly he wanted more than anything to simply be there, naked with her. He drew her in tight to his chest and ran his hands up her long, lean back, bending his nose to her sweet, clean skin and the enchantingly spicy scent of her.

“I‟m an idiot,” he confessed to her. “I‟m not normally so dense or so boorish, but I think this situation strikes closer to me than anything else ever has.” He reached to kiss her mouth in a lingering clinging of lips. “I think I might be afraid to fail you because I don‟t
want
to fail you.

And I‟m not certain I know how to avoid it.”

“Perhaps you should stop thinking so hard about it and start seeking more practical experiences to prove to yourself that you might succeed, that you will not fail.”

Bronse smiled beneath her lips as she nibbled kisses across his mouth.

“Perhaps I should,” he agreed with her, suddenly feeling the lightest he had felt in hours.

He turned her and rolled her beneath him, settling himself comfortably up the center of her body and between her thighs. Feeling suddenly ravenous for the temptations of her bare skin, he began to kiss and lick a path of exploration down her throat, along her breastbone and breasts, and over the taut line of her tummy. He swirled his tongue over her as he went lower and lower. But just as he reached the damp curls protecting her sex, she seemed to balk. She reached to grab hold of him by both ears and pulled against his effort to touch his mouth to her most private places. He looked up in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” she wanted to know.

“I‟m kissing you. Everywhere.” The way the quantification rumbled out of him was nothing short of sinful. But she was suddenly covered nearly head to toe in a body blush.

“Why would you want to do that?” she asked him as if he was out of his mind. “No.

Please don‟t. Let‟s just make love.”

“That‟s what I‟m trying to do,” he countered. “I‟m trying to give you such a healthy dose of pleasure that you‟ll try to fly right out of my arms.” His smile was wicked and hot. “Now, let go of me.”

“No. This isn‟t how it works,” she insisted breathlessly.

“Oh, it will work. Trust me.”

He pulled out of her staying grasp and lowered his head between her thighs. He could see the fine anticipatory tremors running through them, as well as the resistant tension. Her naïveté was showing itself again, and it made him chuckle softly to himself. With the lightest touch of his fingers, he spread her open, taking in the sight of her and breathing in the raw, uncensored smell of their earlier frantic sex. She smelled of excitement and of him, as if she were now deeply marked as his very own. Now he wanted to leave yet another mark, an indelible memory on her that she wouldn‟t soon forget. What‟s more, he wanted to know what their combined flavors would taste like on his working tongue.

He started by kissing her firmly at the far upper cleft of her pussy, his tongue flicking down only briefly to flirt against her untried clit. He absorbed her shocked gasp greedily, but ignored the unsure clutch of her fingers fisting into his hair. He knew she was in for a very big surprise, and he was of a mind to bring it to her with teasing slowness. Very carefully he began to kiss and lick at the richly damp folds before him, and his fingers painted her in teasing touches, but both they and his mouth stayed very clear of her fattening clit. He could tell by her breathing that she had gone from cautious and uncertain to curious and then craving. She relaxed back with a purring little moan, lifting her pelvis from the bed and seeking his mouth blindly.

She might not know exactly what it was she was looking for, but she was beginning to want it very badly.

“Bronse,” she begged him softly as her nails scraped over his scalp.

But Bronse was already more than busy enough drawing her against his palate again and again with ever-broadening strokes of his tongue. He even tried to thrust his tongue inside of her, but she was too tightly tensed for it. Another time, he thought, as he drew a long, slow line up her pussy with his tongue until it led him straight to her clitoris. As he washed up flatly against her sensitive nerves, Ravenna cried out in a combination of shock, surprise, and need. But that was nothing compared to what she was going to feel very soon, he thought, when he began swirling his tongue against her in long, slow-turning strokes.

Ravenna gasped with every stroke, the pitch of it climbing just as her swaying pelvis tried to climb closer and deeper into his mouth. He wasn‟t very gentle as he introduced the shocking thrust of two fingers deep into her hot center. Out of her mind with climbing pleasure, Ravenna felt herself detonate under his skilled manipulations. The orgasm was tremendous, blacking out her vision entirely as her head and neck arched back into the crest of it. She had never felt anything so shocking and so glorious all at once. She fell from the crest with a crash, sucking for breath, trying to get away from the overwhelming continuation of his attentions. But he held her down to the bed tightly and began all over again, determined to start anew and not taking no for an answer. He wasn‟t going to trade away hearing her abandoned groans of pleasure or the erotic undulations of a body going wild for the things he was doing to her. The second crest she hit was of a keener pitch, almost more painful and infinitely more pleasurable because of it. She had never dreamed of such things. She had thought herself learned in the ways of sex, even though until now she had never taken part in them, but this was something she hadn‟t ever been able to conceive of on her own, and none of her experiences had led to the explanation of the act.

Bronse was surging up over the center of her body, and it was clear by the passionate violet of his eyes that he was nowhere near done with her. His mouth was wet with his sinful work. Suddenly and boldly she wanted to kiss him, so she grabbed hold of him and did so.

Taking the alien taste of her own pleasure onto her tongue, at first she thought it so very strange.

She tried to seek the appeal for him in this salty, musky flavor, and as he deepened his kiss and the play of his tongue against hers, she realized the erotic power of it. She instantly wondered what he tasted like. Her teasing kiss of earlier had allowed her only a sample of the rich musk of his scent, but not of anything resembling this exotic tang she was savoring.

She broke from his kiss and breathed, “I want to taste you too. Do you taste like this?”

“I‟m not nearly as delicious as you are, but that‟s from my perspective. You might feel very differently.” The idea of her mouth on him, exploring him as thoroughly as he had her, made his already heavy cock ache with fresh interest. He rolled aside, lying on his back and trying for all he was worth to adopt a note of control and calm. Waiting for her to approach him was sheer torture, and it pulsed through him over and over again as she reached out with tentative fingertips. The pads of her first two fingers slowly rode his length from tip to base, her breath buffeting against him over and over as her excitement climbed. He reached down to close his hand around himself, the thickness weighing heavy in his hand as he squeezed a little patience into himself. But he was also showing her that he could tolerate a very strong touch and she need not be afraid she‟d do something wrong and hurt him.

“Just do what I did. Use all the soft parts of your mouth against me. You can take me into your mouth and suck on me.” He was amazed he got the instruction out coherently. Just the thought had his cock drooling for her attentions. The appearance of the wet liquid at the tip instantly caught her attention and her fascination. She bent over him and reached out to take it onto her tongue, giving him a tentative little tasting.

“But it‟s so different,” she marveled in a whisper. “The same in some ways, but so very different from me. And you‟re wrong; I think you taste much better than I do.”

Bronse groaned as she pushed his hands away from her field of interest and took him in her hand as he had done. She squeezed him every so lightly, sending flames of white fire burning over him. She wasted no time in exploring him further, her tongue licking over him again and again until he had to shut his eyes and grit his teeth to keep from screaming. Then she pursed her lips around him and tried her hand at sucking him into her mouth. The unguarded scrape of her teeth nearly broke him, nearly had him shouting out with the pleasure of it.

“You‟re holding back,” she noted with a pout. The plushness of her lips kissed against his straining cock.

“Bad enough to have a psychosexual and your brother the damn empath in my business,”

he hissed. “I‟ll not give any more food for ship gossip. This is private. Between you and me and—Great Being, you‟re driving me mad!” The last was a clenched whisper as his hands dove deep into her hair. He made her pay full attention to the things her mouth was doing, and the more focused she was, the more unfocused he became.

He knew she had no idea what she was doing, but he also knew that when she got the hang of it, she‟d be a natural killer. Right now, though, it seemed to be everything to him that each of her first steps, first explorations, were with
him
. They were taking place against
his
skin.