Enticed! Part 13

Damon laughed again. "Oh? Well then, no wonder you're having such an erotic reaction to my presence."

He put a hand on her hip, drawing her close to him, his fingers sliding over and around to her b.u.t.t, pressing her against his own hips. She gasped softly with a slight moan as she felt the hardness of his c.o.c.k, straining beneath his tight uniform pants. She trembled slightly as he slid his other hand over her shoulder, down to the full roundness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She looked up at him and was caught in the depths of his inky black eyes, her breath coming a little harder now, her skin hot under the flight-suit, which was beginning to feel restrictive and tight.

"I shouldn't..." she whispered. "Not willingly."

He grinned. "And who's going to tell on you, pet? I certainly won't."

He ma.s.saged her breast, rubbing the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers until she was squirming and moaning against him. The hand on her b.u.t.t pressed more firmly, pinning her to his body.

"Not a Rysusi..." Talara breathed, "not you ... Damon..."

He grinned. "What's wrong with a Dirandan and a Rysusi having s.e.x? Purely for the fun of it? Hmm?"

Talara licked her lips, watching his as he spoke. They were full and smooth and sensual. What if he lowered them to her throat? Tried to bite her, even though he said he wasn't interested? A hot flush colored her cheeks as she felt herself twitch at the thought.

She'd let him! Ancestors, would she let him!

"Ooh," she breathed, "Damon ... kiss me ... please..."

He grinned.

Deep, intensely burning heat filled her as his hot lips met hers. His hot, powerful, smooth lips. Exploring, tasting, demanding. She opened her mouth to his insistence and his tongue plunged deep into her as though he were giving her a taste of what he would do to her shortly. Plunging deeply, sliding over her trembling, hot tongue, caressing, possessing her mouth, drinking her in.

She pressed her body against his, pushing her hips against his, relishing the hard, hot feel of his length which was rubbing against the swollen heat between her own legs, a heat that was getting wetter by the moment.

His exploring hands found the seal to her flight-skin and slid it apart, slipping between the thin membrane of crystal-weave and sensi-circuitry to open the suit from the back and peel it off her.

Talara gasped as the slightly chilled air hit her overheated skin. She pulled her lips from his just enough to whisper, "Yes, Damon..." before she claimed his lips with the same pa.s.sionate intensity that he'd just taken hers with.

He growled, kissing her back, his hands moving over her skin, leaving fiery trails behind as he explored her curves, ripping the flight-skin open lower to expose her b.u.t.t, his hands sliding over her, cupping her soft, rounded rear, slipping between her b.u.t.tocks to find even more sensitive flesh. As his fingers rubbed against her, she gasped sharply.

Damon released her lips to watch her face as he caressed her, smiling as she groaned and squirmed. He pushed a finger into her a little and she groaned louder.

"Mmm ... like that?"

Talara squirmed slightly. "Mmm..."

He watched her a moment, then slid his hands out and off of her, stepping back just a little. She shivered slightly, watching him.

Deftly, he unhooked her belt, which clattered to the rocks below them. Then, before she had a chance to react, he grabbed her flight-suit at the shoulders and tore it from her body.

Talara gasped loudly as the thin, intricate cloth ripped, her skin p.r.i.c.kling in the cool air, her nipples tightening even more and the delicate skin between her legs twitching as the air chilled her swollen, overheated flesh.

Damon didn't allow her much more time to react to that before he grabbed her, crushing her to him, kissing her as he pulled her away from the edge of the creek to the soft gra.s.s in the trees just beyond it. He bore her down to the ground, kissing her thoroughly before he let her lips go again, but this time to remove her boots.

Dazedly, Talara let him, her body pulsating with heat, mind spinning, breath short, hot, gasping. Once she was completely naked though, Damon paused, head tilted, taking her in.

She flushed.

"Just as lovely as I expected. Prettier without that flight-suit," he said softly, smiling. "And wet ... very, very wet." His fingers dipped between her legs and Talara moaned.

He slid sensuously between the soft, swollen folds of her p.u.s.s.y, making a soft, wet sound as he did so, accompanied by Talara's low gasps and moans. He explored her, feeling the soft swirls of short silky sable hair, slipping over the tight, sensitive nub of her c.l.i.t and dipping experimentally into the depths of her body, feeling her tightness, grinning as she groaned loudly. Her hips twitched and bucked up against his exploring hand.

"You're such a sweet little liar, my Dirandan pet," Damon said softly, a slight mocking chiding to his voice. "You've been wet for much longer than you admitted. You wanted me from the beginning, didn't you?"

He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them as she watched with languid, half-lidded eyes. Her scent was strong and there was no point in denying it. She sighed, squirming a little.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly. "I don't know why."

He leaned over her. "Mmm." He kissed her and she gasped, her back arching slightly as she raised her arms to encircle his shoulders. She could taste her own musky juices on his lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She licked his lips and he chuckled softly.

"Like that, do you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "What are you going to do to me?"

He grinned, kissing her throat. "Mmm. I'm going to f.u.c.k you, Talara." His lips found the rise of her breast, while his hands closed around them. She groaned loudly as he kissed his way to her nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Yes, Damon," she said softly, "please..."

He sc.r.a.ped his teeth over her and she hissed, stiffening. Then he sat back a moment, quickly shucking his jacket and boots.

Talara sat up, leaning towards him, her hands finding the b.u.t.tons of his shirt, pulling it open as she kissed him again and he laughed against her lips.

"Pa.s.sionate, aren't you?" he murmured against her. "I love it."

Her hands found his belt, unfastening it and tugging at his pants. His hands moved over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, cupping their full, heavy weight, squeezing them and bending his head to lick and kiss them as she worked on opening his pants. She moaned as he did, sliding closer to him.

"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 c.o.c.k. 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 a.s.sault on her tender b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s with a wicked grin. "I love your t.i.ts, 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 c.o.c.k and over his large, heavy b.a.l.l.s 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, b.u.mping her chin with his velvety head.

Damon's own aroused, s.e.xy musk swirled around Talara's senses and she bent her head to rub her lips against him, making him groan loudly. He squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s together and pushed his c.o.c.k harder against her lips. She moaned softly, licking him, slipping her lips over him, sucking slightly. She put her hands on his hips, ma.s.saging, 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s, 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 p.u.s.s.y twitching as he f.u.c.ked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She moaned softly. She needed him between her legs ... now!

"D-damon..." she managed, "don't comea""

He chuckled. "Are you saying you need f.u.c.ked, 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 f.u.c.k 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.

"f.u.c.k 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 ma.s.saging 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 gra.s.s, gasping, writhing beneath Damon's onslaught, sparks racing over her skin as he b.u.mped 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 o.r.g.a.s.m rippling along Damon's already thickened and throbbing c.o.c.k.

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. "n.o.body'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."