Tabitha Bradley - Enticed

She smiled. "It's not a storage room, my gorgeous who-ever-you-are, it's the room I've had since I was a child. I work as a servant in this Temple. Your 'plans'

must have been wrong."

His grin widened. She didn't seem at all frightened by his appearance, and in fact, seemed to welcome it. As she stepped toward him, her breasts moved against the material of her gown. His eyes followed them, and he licked his lips. "My name is Aaron, what's yours?"

Tamara tried the sound out on her lips. "Aaron. Mm. I like that." It seemed perfect. This man, wherever he came from, was perfect. "My name is Tamara,"

she said.

Aaron watched as she approached him. "Tamara," he said, "Lovely." He could feel the effect her presence was having on him. It made him almost forget the reason he had come here in the first place. After all, he was this mission's leader!

But, as this woman stepped closer to him, he felt a heat building inside him that urged him to take her in his arms, and…

Tamara touched his face. "I don't know where you came from, or why, Aaron, and I don't care. You're not from the World, and that's all that matters."

Aaron grabbed her hand, forcing it from his face. "Why?"

"I've been waiting for you my entire life," she said, slowly, sensually licking her lips.

He smiled. "I think I know what you want." The mission be damned! He hadn't had a woman in weeks, and here was one, a damned sexy one, offering herself to him. Her breasts touched up against his chest as she stepped closer. A warm, sexy scent rose from her body, and Aaron knew, if he touched that soft, silky flesh, it would be hot.

"Yes," she said, as he wrapped her in his arms. "Teach me. I want to know everything…"

Aaron registered mild surprise. "You haven't-"

Tamara laughed, low, innocently seductive. "Not yet. Now. I've waited so long…"

Aaron considered this as his lips found hers, kissing her with a lusty possessiveness that surprised him. If this girl was a virgin, she'd sure done her research well. The way her body undulated against his as he pressed her into him, the sweetness of her wet, steamy mouth, the firmness of her round breasts as they rubbed against his chest, certainly wasn't the sign of an untried woman. He hesitated. Perhaps he ought to be careful-

Tamara's low moan caught him. "No," she said. "Don't treat me like a crystal sculpture. Treat me like a woman."

Aaron looked into her eyes. "I tend to be rough," he warned.

Tamara smiled. "I like it rough," she purred. "Do what you will with me. I'm yours."

Aaron grinned wickedly. "Alright. But remember, I warned you."

With that, he ripped the gown from her body. Tamara gasped as his head came down on one of her breasts, catching the nipple in his teeth, and nipping at it. "Oh

… yes…" He began to suck her nipple, pulling at it as she leaned back in his arms.

"Oh … please… Suck me, Aaron, I want to remember what it feels like!"

"Gods, Tamara…" he muttered, "I love your tits!"

Tamara laughed, jiggling said tits erotically in his face. He moaned.

"Yes…" she said softly, "I've been told I have been blessed with big, beautiful tits. I agree."

Aaron laughed. "I can suck other parts of you as well, Tamara…"

"Then do it," she growled. "Suck every part of my body if you desire to. Lick me, touch me … fuck me…"

Aaron smiled at the sound of her lust roughened voice. He gave both nipples a final tug, and pulled her back up to face him.

"Now, Tamara, lay back on your bed, and let me show you how one 'eats'

another…"

"'Eats'?" she questioned, with a secretive smile. "If that's what I think it is, then that's wicked and evil…"

Aaron narrowed his eyes uncertainly. He knew the religious beliefs of these people were orthodox, but…

Tamara laughed then, and flopped down on her bed. "Let's do it!" she said passionately. "The more evil and wicked the Temple considers it, the more I want to!" His eyes widened as she spread-eagled herself in front of him, exposing her dripping wet femaleness. "Eat me, Aaron, until you're full of me…"

He grinned. Kneeling at the foot of her bed, he grabbed Tamara by the ankles, and pulled her down so that her buttocks rested against the end of the mattress, her feet on the floor. She giggled, and he watched with pleasure as she put hands to her breasts, expertly fondling them. "Now, my dear, for the feast…" he whispered, and before she had time to comprehend what he'd said, he put his face to her crotch, and began licking her.

Tamara gasped out loud. Oh, that felt like – like – like nothing – she'd ever felt before! When he was done licking her entire area, with a suspiciously villainous chuckle, Aaron took her into his mouth, and began sucking her! He made sensual slurping noises as he sucked and teased her small sensitive bud with his lips and tongue. She moaned loudly, squirming under his expert ministrations.

Aaron tasted the sweetness of her female juices as he sucked and licked them out of her. He felt the stirrings of his own desire, no, lust, as his body reacted to her closeness, the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. He was harder than he'd been in a long time, and he felt an urge to bury himself deep within this woman, who even now, he was fucking with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure were becoming louder, as she wiggled around on the bed.

Tamara felt a sizzling current race from between her legs to all points of her body at once, and she gasped sharply. It boiled within her, and suddenly exploded in a searing blaze of ecstasy. Tamara screamed.

Aaron laughed.

Neither of them cared if anyone had heard her.

Aaron walked over to Tamara's side, and sat down on the bed next to her. Tears were running down her face, but she was smiling at him.

"Aaron … that was … fantastic."

He kissed her, his hand playing with her breasts. "There's more … much more…"

Slowly, she sat up, trembling. "More. Oh, Aaron, I know there's more. Show me."

He quickly unfastened his uniform tunic, tossing it to the floor. His t-shirt followed after, baring his smooth, muscular chest to her eyes. Tamara smiled as she saw the large bulge in the front of his fitted charcoal grey pants. She reached a hand out to touch it, and found it as hard as she thought it would be. Aaron smiled.

"Do you like the way I feel, Tamara?" he asked huskily.

"Yes," she breathed, brushing her hand over the hard length hidden by smooth material.

"Do you want to see me?"

"Yes."

Standing, Aaron shucked his pants in a heartbeat, and turned to face her, as naked as she. Tamara gasped with fascination. Oh, she'd certainly seen naked men before, but none looked the way Aaron did! Smooth corded muscles covered his virile body, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. And his manhood swelled unrestricted before her appreciative eyes. He was indeed more beautiful than any man she'd ever seen before.

"Touch me if you want to," Aaron said, his low voice rough, yet gentle, as he watched her reaction to him.

Tamara did as she was bidden, without reservation. She had been waiting forever to touch a man in this way. His sigh was so full of pleasure as her soft hands began caressing him, that she thought for a moment he'd die of it. The skin was silky, and slid like velvet along a steel shaft. Tamara smiled with delight as her hand movements alone brought drops of liquid to the head. Thinking of the scene she'd witnessed earlier, she put her lips to him, licking off the drops.

"Tamara!" he exclaimed in passion thickened surprise.

A low, sexy giggle answered him as she kissed him, then slid him slowly between her lips. A long, low moan came from Aaron. She began sliding her mouth along his shaft, feeling the silk-like skin slide with her. This was utterly fascinating! And so totally erotic … she felt herself getting wetter as she did this incredible thing to him.