Janelle blinked, focusing on the two faces who peered down at her. There was a delicious scent in the room, something dark, heady and seductive.
Andar sat, poised on the edge of the mattress where they’d lain her. He nodded and when he reached out and ran a calloused finger over Janelle’s chin, they both trembled.
The effect of Andar’s touch was felt in every nerve ending in Janelle’s body. She gasped when his fingertip trailed lower down her chin, over her collarbones, tracing a pattern that burned like fire. Her nipples hardened painfully though Andar had not touched them.
“Are you going to kiss me?” Janelle whispered breathlessly.
Andar’s eyes flashed but his face gave nothing away. His touch moved back over her chin, up to her full lower lip. He caressed her there, sending a thousand shockwaves racing through her.
“We do not… kiss. You will have to show me what you want.”
The intense way Andar was studying her mouth told her that he did know what the basics of the act were. Janelle’s stomach clenched hard with anticipation when she imagined his warm lips covering her own, bruising hers with the force of his male desire.
“You, uh, bring your mouth to mine. I’ll show you after that.” She blushed furiously, her skin on fire everywhere. Her mouth and throat went completely dry.
Maslar stood back from the bed, watching from a distance as Andar leaned forward. He titled Janelle’s chin up on instinct and he gently pressed his mouth to hers. Janelle wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never kissed someone who didn’t know what they were doing. She had hardly kissed anyone at all.
Andar’s soft, warm lips moved against her own. She moaned, the sound parting her lips. On instinct, she moved the tip of her tongue to taste Andar, trailing it over his bottom lip. A low, growling sound escaped him and filled the room.
Janelle pulled back swiftly, afraid that she’d done something to upset Andar, but when she looked into his eyes, dark and wide with desire, she realized the sound had been a growl of desire that escaped past a clenched throat. The fire in his eyes made her heartbeat accelerate wildly. Her blood surged though her veins so loudly that she was afraid it was audible.
Without warning, Andar brought his mouth back to hers with a crushing intensity that stole her breath. His hands cupped her face as his tongue licked and tasted her mouth. Janelle’s lips parted for him and she took his tongue into her mouth. A wild storm of sensation swept over Janelle. There was no thought; there was only her body and his, his mouth on hers. Andar wasn’t gentle as he found her tongue with his and stroked it in fiery movements.
Andar was solid strength and dark, wild, raw passion. He awoke something inside Janelle that she didn’t know existed. His other hand came to rest on her waist and when he urged her forward, she did not resist him. She leaned into the rigid wall of his chest, pressing her breasts with the painfully hard nipples into the muscled planes. The press of her body to his through the fabric of her dress wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted their bare skin to touch. She wanted his body on hers, moving over her, claiming her, taking her roughly, making her his. She moaned as he claimed her hotly. Her own hands reached up and gripped his neck. His long, dark hair was tied at the nape and she buried her hands into the incredible silk of it.
When Andar pulled away, his breath was as husky and rough as her own. “Was that right? Is that how humans kiss?”
Janelle could only nod. “Yes,” she finally gasped, shocked at the raw wantonness in her own voice.
Andar turned and extended a hand to Maslar but he backed away. “I’ll just watch. I don’t want to overwhelm you, Janelle.”
She nodded, her head spinning at the thought of the two men taking her at the same time. Her body responded eagerly, a rush of wetness pooling between her thighs. She was shocked at her own primal desires.
“What would you like me to do, Janelle? Where should I start?” Andar asked gently. His purple orbs drew her in and captivated her until it was only them in the room.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispered. “Here.” She placed her hand over his when he raised it and carefully guided it to her breast. She whimpered when Andar’s hand cupped the heavy orb. He gently kneaded the already straining nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Janelle leaned into his touch; the shockwaves of what he was doing were echoed in her aching sex.
“Like this?” Andar circled his fingers maddeningly over her aching nipple.
“I want to feel you on my skin,” Janelle whispered. “I don’t want there to be anything between us.”
Andar’s face became stormy and his purple eyes darkened a shade. The heady scent she’d smelled when she woke up deepened and she realized Andar was the source of it.
“As you wish,” Andar said smoothly. He rose from the bed and pulled her up with him. Janelle swayed, her legs numb and shaky. Andar supported her with one arm while he easily divested her of the dress with his other hand. He pulled it up over her head, baring her naked body to him.
Janelle’s face flushed with heat. She was worried that a being like Andar wouldn’t like what he saw. She knew that the female in the cave that had tended to the human women had been magnificent. How could she possibly compare to members of his own species?
She shouldn’t have been worried. Andar’s eyes swept hotly over her body and he growled low in his throat. “You are amazing Janelle. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He drew her close, his hand on her hip. She arched against his hard body, feeling for the first time the ridge of his arousal pressed against her stomach.
Boldly, she reached down and touched the waist of his breaches. “I don’t want there to be anything between us,” she repeated with a whisper.
Andar’s hands fell away from her, only to remove his own clothing. He slid his breaches down over his thickly muscled legs and stepped from them. Janelle’s eyes widened when she saw how large Andar was. His cock was huge. It jutted from his body, so thick she doubted she could wrap her palm around him. Her throat went dry and her sex grew slippery and wet as the pounding ache within increased.
She glanced over at Maslar, but he looked only at her. He seemed captivated by the lush curves, the valleys and plains of her own body. Her eyes focused back on Adar’s face and he seemed to be waiting for her command.
“This is all for you,” Andar whispered, caressing her cheek gently. Even that brief touch sent a thousand burning embers coursing through Janelle. “I want to know what you want.”
“I…” Did he know that she was a virgin? That no man had ever done more than kiss and paw at her? Janelle had always guarded herself from men. After her father left her mother pregnant at seventeen, she could never imagine repeating what had happened. She’d never met someone she thought it would mean anything with, until now. “I want you to taste me.” Janelle stared down at the thick cock between them. A shiny droplet of liquid arousal bloomed at the tip and dripped onto the floor by their feet. Her mouth watered when she thought of tasting that liquid, fitting the entire massive length of him into her mouth. “Actually,” Janelle whispered, “I want to taste you.” She turned her head to Maslar. “I want to taste both of you.”