Missy Jane - Born of Stone

His taste filled her senses and it was such a peculiar sensation she had to stifle a laugh. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice when she easily turned it into a moan. Who knew men could do such things? She gripped his arms before slipping her hands up to his massive shoulders. He continued to slide his tongue along hers and she tried to mimic his actions. Was she doing it right? Did he like it? She loved every second and prayed he wouldn’t push her away. Then he pulled her tongue between his lips and sucked on it like a treat. A lightning bolt of sensation shot straight to the apex of her legs and she jumped. Their teeth crashed lightly and they both quickly pulled back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as she tried to regain her breath.

He grinned and cradled the side of her face with one large hand. “Nothing to be sorry for. Unless you mean for stealing my wits.”

If not for his grin she might have been frightened. But he was obviously joking and the dimple that appeared to one side of his mouth stole her senses.

“Oh…”

He chuckled and placed a light kiss on her mouth before pushing to his feet. He carried her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Compared to his strength, she probably didn’t. But where his form had initially intimidated her into fear, she now felt safe and perhaps even cherished. He was so careful when he set her on his bed. She moved to the middle to allow him room and her towel slipped from where she had wrapped it around her breasts. She was about to pull it back up when he stopped her with a hand on hers.

“No.”

He pulled her towel away and dropped it onto the floor before allowing his to follow. This was her first real look at his full naked glory. He was absolutely magnificent.

“Oh, Goddess…”

He slid between the covers and moved over until his skin touched hers. She remained in place, awaiting his command. Anything this man asked of her would surely be a pleasure. Was it really such a short time ago she’d thought he might harm her? His care since the first moment he touched her had proven otherwise. She only prayed there wasn’t a hidden side to his personality. Oh, she knew as a protector he would be fierce and violent to enemies of the realm. But so far, his human side proved gentle and exciting. She couldn’t stop herself from touching his smooth, hairless chest.

“Do none of you have hair on your bodies?” she asked.

Heat immediately filled her face. She hadn’t meant to ask the question that burned through her mind. Luckily he didn’t seem to care.

“Only on our heads. When we’re in fighting form, even that hardens to stone. Does it bother you?”

She immediately shook her head. “No. I haven’t seen many men naked, but the humans seem so dirty with all their hair.”

He laughed. “Well then, I’m glad for my lack.”

“Um…I’ve heard the women of Keva are also hairless.”

His humor melted away and he nodded. “Yes, that is true.”

“Uh. Is that your preference?”

His brow wrinkled slightly and he moved so he was leaning over her on one elbow. He set that hand against the top of her head and used the other to push her hair from her face. The damp strands tried to stick but he patiently smoothed them away.

“I’ve never really thought about it one way or another. But at the moment, I can say my preference is definitely for the human in my bed.”

Then he was kissing her again. She relaxed into the softness beneath her and reveled in his hardness above her. The contrast of sensations was almost too much, and put together with the magic of his mouth and the devilry of his roaming hand, she almost forgot to breathe. He left her lips and she sucked in much-needed air, which left her again quickly when his teeth found her nipples. He bit down lightly but even that slight sting was a riot of sensation. She had never felt the like before.

“Wha-what…are…you…doing?” she asked.

Astrid’s breathless pants filled his ears along with the wonder of her query. She wasn’t fully innocent by her own admission, but it was so close as to not really matter. The two human men who had touched her before obviously had only their own gratification in mind. The thought both angered and elated Orestes. He wanted her to know pleasure only from him. Anytime in the future when she remembered these sensations, he wanted only his name on her tongue.

“O-Orestes?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Tasting your sweet nipples. Next I’ll take the full, plump breast into my mouth and then I’ll lick every part of you until I reach those tantalizing curls.”

His keen hearing picked up the racing of her heart and he smiled against her flesh. A tremor ran through her body but she didn’t try to stop him when he once again lightly suckled her nipple.

“Oh…”

Her soft moans hardened his cock almost to the point of pain, but there was no way he would indulge until fulfilling his quest. He would taste every part of her he could and then worry about his own arousal.

He pulled the sweet bud between his lips and suckled it until most of her breast was in his mouth. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her short fingernails into his skin. That only served to ratchet up his excitement and he vaguely wondered if telling her so would scare her. There were many things he wished to do with her that might be frightening to the naïve human. For now, he concentrated on sucking her breast like a starving babe. Then he moved to the other before switching back. By the time he’d had his fill of both, she was writhing beneath him with soft mewls escaping her throat.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh yes…”

He grinned while pleasure filled him. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her breaths fast and unsteady, and a fine sheen of moisture coated her skin. She was slick from the warmth of the fire and their exertions. The scent of sex hung lightly in the air and made him hungrier for the feel of her around his cock.

He went back to kissing her, starting with the spot between her perfect breasts. She had a small scar there and more all over her torso. He decided to lick every single one. Some were small scratches—others appeared to have been made by a whip. He pushed aside his anger but vowed to question her more on Simon’s part in these scars. That also brought to mind her earlier injury and he froze.

“Astrid, does your back pain you?”

“Hmm? Oh. Uh…no. I’m in no pain right now.”

That eased his mind and gave him leave to continue.

He took his time, licking, sucking, tasting, moaning against her flesh. Her answering sounds pleased him immensely. The Keva were usually passionate, well-built women, but they knew their worth. They could be demanding in bed to the point of insult and his last lover hadn’t been very satisfying. Astrid blew that memory away in a heartbeat. Her soft cries and biting fingernails mixed with her taste and scent were driving him mad. He couldn’t remember ever being so ready to bury himself in a woman’s body before.

But not yet. He had finally made his way down to her mons. The bushy curls tickled his chin and he brushed his fingers through them gently to find her slit. She jumped but he steadied her with a hand on her lower belly.

“Easy, my sweet. I’m just looking for your hidden treasure. Open your legs as wide as you’re able.”

Though her nervousness and confusion were palpable, she did as he said without question. She was learning to trust him. A good sign for things to come. And he definitely wanted more time with her. That was also new for him. Usually his Kevan lovers lasted only the night—or day if he arrived early enough—but never beyond that. Sometimes he had the same lover again from a time before. But even so, those women never expected any more from him. Would Astrid?