Tabitha Bradley - Enticed

"Ooh yes, Damon," she said, softly, "I like that. Suck me … please … ooohh…"

Damon's full lips slid over the full, round, heated flesh in his hands, sucking and licking her, dipping his tongue between them and eliciting a louder groan from her.

She trembled, squirming a little as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth across it.

He stiffened immediately, however, as her fingers slid inside his pants and brushed lightly across the swollen hardness of his cock. She moaned slightly, tracing the considerable length and width of him, wrapping her fingers around that thick shaft and shivering at the sensation of silky flesh against a solid, throbbing inner core.

Her own swollen flesh twitched as she felt him, his own trembling and groaning joining hers as he continued his assault on her tender breasts.

She stroked him, imagining what it would feel like to have him, have this, sliding into her soft, vulnerable body, over and over, again and again … she groaned louder.

He lifted his head from her breasts with a wicked grin. "I love your tits, pet…"

he murmured and she shivered at it. "Lie down." He winked. "I've got an idea."

Without a second thought, Talara did as he said, moaning softly with pleasure as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. He was coppery tan all over his smoothly muscled body. A light sprinkling of pale hair covered his wide chest and muscular arms, tapering down his flat stomach, around his thick cock and over his large, heavy balls and down his strong legs. She swallowed hard, gasping as he grinned at the path of her gaze.

"Like what you see, Talara?" he asked in a roughened, sensually wicked voice.

She nodded, breathlessly.

With a chuckle, Damon straddled her chest

Taking one large breast in each hand, Damon pointed his erection between them and slid up, bumping her chin with his velvety head.

Damon's own aroused, sexy musk swirled around Talara's senses and she bent her head to rub her lips against him, making him groan loudly. He squeezed her breasts together and pushed his cock harder against her lips. She moaned softly, licking him, slipping her lips over him, sucking slightly. She put her hands on his hips, massaging, caressing him.

Damon growled, stiffening, pulling himself back and sliding forward again, into Talara's mouth. She gasped, licking him, sucking.

He began to slide faster between her breasts, groaning as Talara licked and kissed him each time he pushed forward. "That's it, pet … mmm…" he said, his voice low and rough.

She squirmed, feeling fresh moisture dripping from her, her tongue full of the taste of him, her pussy twitching as he fucked her breasts. She moaned softly. She needed him between her legs … now!

"D-damon…" she managed, "don't come-"

He chuckled. "Are you saying you need fucked, Talara?"

She stiffened, fiery chills sweeping through her.

He kept pumping her, smiling. "Tell me, pet… What do you want? What do you need?"

She squirmed again. "D-damon!"

He laughed. "Say it, Talara. Say you want me to fuck you."

She groaned. "Ooohhh … Ancestors … Damon … please!"

"Say it!" He stiffened a little. "Or I'll come now and it'll be too late for you, pet…"

She was panting, sucking at him each time he thrust against her lips. Her entire body was on fire now, vibrating, throbbing, needing him…

"D-damon…!" she almost squeaked, gasping.

"Say it!" he growled.

"Fuck me, Damon!" she snarled, "Now!"

He laughed and slid down her body, shoving himself between her legs, to the hilt.

She gasped sharply as the sensation exploded within her and she went very still, lightning racing through her body. Her eyes went wide, her lips fell open in a long, low moan that made Damon chuckle evilly.

"Ah yes," he purred, "perfect."

He leaned forward and kissed her trembling lips, kissing her and kissing her until she kissed him back, whimpering softly into his mouth.

She brought up both her knees to either side of his body as he drew his hips back slowly.

"Oh yes, Damon…" she breathed, "yes, please…"

Damon plunged into her then and began pumping her, hard and fast. She gasped as he did, her own hips thrusting up, against his. He was hard and smooth and filled her exquisitely. She groaned loudly, the sensation of him massaging her sheath with each stroke.

He grunted, his breath coming faster and harder the quicker he moved, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. He leaned over her and she pushed herself up on her elbows to bring her lips to his, kissing him breathlessly while he pounded into her.

She felt his low, warning growl, felt his body stiffening and his movements became faster, harder, throbbing and she felt a low, hot shiver go through her. He was silk covered granite, hammering into her soft, hot, tight body, faster and faster and his growls were almost deafening now.

Talara dropped back to the soft grass, gasping, writhing beneath Damon's onslaught, sparks racing over her skin as he bumped against her solid sensitive core, sending spirals of electricity into the depths of her stomach. She groaned, stiffening a little as those spirals exploded into blinding pleasure. She screamed, the deep inner vibrations of her orgasm rippling along Damon's already thickened and throbbing cock.

He growled even louder as she tightened around him, spasming and throbbing herself as she dissolved in the throes of pleasure and Damon stiffened, thrust into her to the hilt and exploded deep into her with a groan.

Talara moaned as he did so, squirming, gasping softly.

A shiver went through him, his body twitched, he grunted again and collapsed on top of her. Her arms went around him and she lay there, trying to catch her own breath, shivering a little, exhausted. Her eyes drifted closed and she gave a soft, satisfied sigh.

"Talara," Damon finally said, "that was perfect."

"Mmhm."

He rolled off her and lay on his side. "Are you hungry?"

She opened her eyes a little, looking at him. Her lips curved into a slight smile.

"I suppose so."

"I'll take you to my compound then." He smiled a bit. "We can find some food and do this again." He winked.

Her smile turned into a smirk. "Are you going to provide me with some clothing somehow? You ruined my flight-suit, you know and I'm not walking around in front of your men naked."

Damon chuckled. "I don't know … my men could use the sight of a naked woman…"

Talara quirked an eyebrow at him. "Rysusi men and a naked Dirandan woman?

You're kidding right? Unless you plan on sharing me with them, are you going to be wanting to fight them all off?"

Damon snickered softly. "Hm … would be interesting to watch…"

Talara's eyes widened.

"But they'd want your blood as well and I don't care for that particular idea."

He reached over his shoulder and retrieved his Directorate captain's coat.

"Here," he said, draping it over her.

She smirked, standing up to try the coat on. It fell to her knees. "Well, at least it's long enough."

Damon grabbed her tall boots and tossed them to her.

"I look ridiculous."

Damon grinned. "Well … I wouldn't say ridiculous exactly…"

"They're going to know what happened."

"Of course they are. Regardless, my men still respect the rights of the Captain."

He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. "Nobody's going to lay a hand on you or talk to you if I don't wish it."

She walked over to where her weapons belt and survival pouch lay. Checking her tracker, she frowned a little. "It's been over a half-hour. If my ship's computer is following the instructions I left it, it's increased the distress beacon and is trying to locate me."

Damon chuckled softly. "Like I said, pet, there's very little way your distress signal can penetrate the security perimeter we've set around this area. The only way you'll be able to contact your fleet will be through my equipment." He fastened his shirt. "So I wouldn't worry about it."