16. Chapter 16
Low rumbling sounds escaped him as he licked my slit from one end to the other, sounds that reverberated deep inside me, sounds so primal, my breath hitched, and shivers of pure bliss quaked underneath my skin.
I tried to sit up, but his hand kept me in place. Mercilessly, his fingers fucked me while his tongue lapped at the juices my pussy was producing more freely than ever before. His ministrations were building a symphony of pleasure inside me that was driving me wild. My arms flailed on the moss underneath me, my left palm grabbed hold of a root, and I held on for dear life as Ghan-Zahr brought me to the precipice of an orgasm that would swallow me like a tsunami.
My other hand found leverage on another root, my thighs spread wider, so wide, it was nearly hurting, but the pulse in my clit was all I could focus on right then. That and the need to come. The excruciating torture of hovering right on the brink, and yet, needing to make that jump.
"Oh God, Ghan-Zahr," I cried as all my muscles tensed.
The low growls that escaped his throat matched the rhythm of his fingers fucking me. I was lost in the sensations that threatened to drown me in a never experienced ecstasy.
With every stroke of his fingers and every flick of his tongue, my body moved closer and closer to the edge. One more time, I cried out his name.
Just as I thought I would come, his fingers retreated, and his lips moved away from me. I nearly cried in frustration, but then I looked up and was met with the sight of his magnificent body. Of his strong hand moving up and down his shaft. Just looking at it, I was sure my hand wouldn't fit around its circumference, and my needy pussy pulsed, demanding to be filled by it.
"Are you ready for me, Rachel?" His voice was low and husky.
"Yes"." I nearly sobbed. "Please." Had I been able to summon a coherent thought, I would have been worried about losing myself to him like this. This was exactly what I had feared earlier, yet I couldn't ask him to stop. I wanted this too much. And just maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lose myself to him?
My hips gyrated on the ground, lifted and lowered in invitation and anticipation. I needed him to fill me.
A ray of light against his cock made me notice something else. Ridges. I swallowed, and I think I did sob. Fuck me, but my entire body quivered in anticipation of finding out how those ridges would feel.
The tip of his cock teased my entrance, and I took a deep inhale, trying to relax as he slowly pushed into me.
A lone tear rolled down my cheek because, fuck, it felt so fucking good. The way he filled me, stretched me… my hips rose higher, my hands were still holding on to the roots as his hands grabbed my hips on each side and pulled me all the way down on his shaft. For a moment, I lost my breath and thought he had impaled me, but what a way to go!
My eyes rolled back as he slowly retreated. His fullness and ridges were everything I had imagined them to be and so much more. They sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body. It was a new kind of sensation. Every time he thrust into me, it felt like I was being consumed by an inferno, only to be released and enveloped in sweet, soothing flames.
His thrusts became harder and faster. It was both intoxicating and exhilarating. The sound of our flesh slapping served as another reminder of our primal connection. Heat flushed through me, my blood turned to syrup, and I stiffened once again, holding on to the roots as if my life depended on it, tightening my hips, and just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he shifted his hold on me. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs as he draped them over his shoulders on each side of his head, driving even deeper into me. So deep I yelped in surprise. The yelp turned into panting as he retreated, only to ram back into me. Battering me with his power that finally swept me over the precipice I had been flirting with for so long. I fell into a whirlpool that made my head spin. My toes curled, my head fell back, and I cried out his name as my walls tightened around him.
"Rachel!" He hollered as his seed spilled deep inside me. Our bodies convulsed in sync as we got lost in the aftermath of our passion and combined climax. Good God, I hadn't led an abstinent life, far from it, but I had never come this intensely before.
I looked up at him; my vision was hazy and clouded as he slowly released my thighs, which I was sure would hold the imprint of his fingers in a few hours. Strangely, the thought filled me only with pride as if I had been marked by him, a thought that would have made me cringe on Earth and call a storm of feminine curses on anybody who suggested it. But here? It felt right. So fucking right.
He lowered himself down, his forehead resting against mine as our hot breaths mingled and liquid dropped out in between us. Normally, I would be jumping up right about now, excusing myself to go to the bathroom, but as much as I searched, the need to do so didn't rise.
In that moment, I felt a fierce power of connection to him.
His lips brushed kisses over my face. His voice was low and deep as it whispered words I didn't understand, but that raised goose bumps over my skin as I guessed their meaning.
Then he stopped, his eyes locked with mine, and his expression turned serious, "Carama."
I smiled up at him, liking the tone of his voice, his sincerity.
"Mine," he declared, "you mine forever."
I was still smiling, and it took me a moment to digest his words. Mine! Forever!
I stretched underneath him, still riding the happy wave of pheromones rushing through my bloodstream. I liked the idea of being his. It went with the whole marking idea.
Forever?
I sat up, forgetting that we were still locked to one another.
"What?"
"You mine, Rachel"." He cocked his head, a devastating smile playing along his usually straight lips, exposing a set of dimples that made my heart stutter. Focus, Rachel , focus .
How the fuck was I supposed to focus when his cock still filled me to the brim while it vibrated… hold on! I held my breath. Yes, that thing was definitely vibrating inside me. One stimulus I must have missed because of all the other incredible sensations he had given me.
Rachel! Focus!
Oh, yea, his. Forever. Hmm , I stretched more languidly, relishing in the vibrating deep inside me. I closed my eyes; oh fuck, my hips lowered, and now I could feel the vibration right there. Right. On. My. Clit!
My eyes rolled back as another, smaller orgasm rolled through me. So good! My body was a quivering mass of desire, each muscle taut and poised for the next wave of pleasure.
His palms encompassed my tits, and I nearly cried out. Fuck me!
He played with my nipples, a satisfied grin spreading over his face as his eyes watched me intently.
"Let me see you come again, Carama."
He tweaked first one, then the other nipple. The short burst of pain made me come again. "Oh, fuck!"
His hips moved.
"No more, please," I begged, pushing my palms up against his chest.
"Mine," he reiterated.
Oh yeah, his …
Fuck, what a life that would be. My pleasure-clouded mind teased me with all kinds of erotic images. A lifetime with this man fucking me, making me come in ways I had never experienced before, hadn't even known were possible.
"Hmm"." I smiled.
He pulled out of me. The small friction sent more shivers through me, and I prayed I wouldn't come again; I didn't think I would survive it.
Arms pulled me up. How did this man have any strengths left?
He carried me back to the small pool and stepped into it with me. When we were submerged, his hand began to wash me between my legs, hitting all the sensitive spots that were already overstimulated.
"I'm good," I finally managed. "Really. I'm good. I'm clean."
His lips descended on me with a kiss so intense that I lost my breath and any thought I might have been able to hold.
Back on the shore, we were in the same spot as before. Except now we were both wet.
With a grin, he picked up his pants and dried me off before he handed me my worn clothes. My panties were beyond anything I wanted to put back on, but going without them didn't appeal to me either. As a compromise, I turned them inside out before I stepped back into them. Next came the pants and the blouse, which I now realized wasn't only dirty but had suffered a few rips as well.
"I don't think there's a mall nearby where I can get new clothes, is there?" I asked, more rhetorically than seriously.
"Mall?"
Yeah, I didn't think so .
Now!
I took a deep breath.
"About this mine business…" I made quotation marks even though I was pretty sure they were wasted on him, but they made me feel a bit better, more in control.
"Rachel, mine." He nodded.
Oh fuck, another shiver rolled through me. It took some willpower to keep my eyes open. I had never realized how hot this Me Tarzan, You Jane talk was. And coming from a specimen like him, there was no way in hell to refuse. None. Even now, his muscles were moving invitingly under his skin. I had felt their hardness… speaking of hardness… Damnit, Rachel! FOCUS!
"This doesn't work on humans like this," I began, knowing he would only understand half of what I said, but I needed to say it out loud to get my mind wrapped around this. "We don't just declare one ours. Men and women date for a while, then they move in together, and then, if everything works out, one might ask the other if they want to marry them. Ask. Not state or demand."
His mind was clearly working through my words. "Not on Vandruk. Male asks, gallis answers." His slitted green eyes penetrated me.
Oh shit .
"So this is it? Yes or no? No waiting?" I swallowed.
He nodded.
"And what if I say no?"
He tensed. "I will honor it."
What did that even mean? No more hot alien sex? No more touching his incredible abs? No more kissing?
"Can we just… be together and see where it goes?"
"Goes?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, goes… as in, will we still like each other in three days?"
His hand reached forward, cupped my cheek, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit , stay strong knees, don't you dare get those butterflies, stomach… dammit, I said no butterflies…
"I will still like and want you in three days"." He grinned. Was he laughing at me?
He took my hand. "Need to find warriors."
Oh, yes.
Wait.
He pulled me forward.
Did that mean he would wait?
We reached the campsite. The abandoned campsite. With no sign of our group. No matter how much I squinted my eyes in any direction, I had no clue where they had gone.
"Oh shit, Ghan-Zahr, where—"
He waved me on, toward the mountains. There was no path on the rocky terrain. I saw no footprints. I had no idea how Ghan-Zahr knew where the others had gone; other than that, we had been heading for the mountains for a while.
It took me a bit, but then I saw something white, Carl's shirt, way ahead of us. The other Vandruks were hard to make out; their coloring blended them perfectly with their world.
I risked a surreptitious glance at Ghan-Zahr, but his expression was veiled as he began walking and I followed, deep in thought. Did I want a future with him? How would that even work? It already seemed that the only thing we had done so far was walk, walk, walk. Did that mean that every time I wanted to visit my family or Earth, I would have to walk for days on end to get to the portal?
And then what? Would they just let me come and go as I wished? Hey, my boyfriend is on the other side. And why was I seriously contemplating this?
Because , my ever practical mind reminded me, think about this, writing about Vandruk. Your own column, you'd get everything you ever wanted, plus you get him and Vandruk .
The thought was tempting, but by that logic, it also followed that I would be using Ghan-Zahr. That was not something I was comfortable with.
I'd already been here. You're mine, let's make babies . That hadn't worked out for Trevor so well.
I stole another glance at his unreadable profile. It might for him .
Shit .
So we had sex! Once! That wasn't a promise of a marriage proposal.
It was for him .
Shit, shit, shit .
The worst part?
I wanted to do it again.
And again.
He's not some kind of… teenage boy whose heart you'd be breaking after you leave . No, nobody would accuse Ghan-Zahr of being a teenage boy. That wasn't even a comparison.
I wished I had listened to the Rachel from yesterday instead of allowing my horniness to get the better of me.
It 'isn't just horniness, though, is it?
I sighed. And therein lies the problem.