Chapter Thirty
Tony nearly swallowed his tongue as Naura divested herself of her clothes.
Sweat droplets appeared on her skin from the ever-rising steam of the pool.
She had to be the most perfect creature he’d ever seen, with her now-damp hair clinging to her face and her smooth, flawless body.
She turned to step into the pool. “Would you care to use some of the oils? They are meant to ready you,” she whispered, a blush staining her cheeks.
Tony glanced down at his rock-hard erection. “I don’t need any help in that department.”
He unzipped his fatigues, hesitating as he dragged them down to his hips.
“I trust you, Tony. Come into the pool.”
Tony took a deep breath and slid the material the rest of the way off, taking his boxer briefs with them.
His shaft sprang free, throbbing and proud.
Stepping into the pool, he watched as Naura studied him with open curiosity. His erection hardened to the point of pain. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to move slowly with you.”
She stepped in close and wrapped her fingers around his length. “You have the size of a Bracadyte.”
Jealousy, fierce and dark, slammed into him. She had obviously allowed Braum into her bed. Tony would kill the male before sunrise.
He sank his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “I don’t want to hear about Braum’s size, shape, or abilities ever again.”
“But—”
Tony slanted his mouth across hers and crushed her to him. Anger warred with passion inside him, controlling his thoughts, his actions.
Visions of Braum and Naura together flashed behind Tony’s eyes, tormenting in their detail.
He broke off the kiss. “Do you love him?”
Naura’s lids slowly lifted, revealing her passion-filled eyes. “Do I love whom?”
“Braum.” His fist tightened in her hair. “Do you love him?”
She glanced away, unable to hold his gaze. “There is something that I must tell you.”
Tony stopped breathing as he waited in dread for her answer. He’d been too late.
Releasing his hold on her hair, he took a step back and turned to exit the pool. “You don’t owe me an explanation. You can sleep with whomever you want.”
“I— What? No, Tony wait. I did not give myself to Braum.”
Tony stilled, afraid he’d heard her wrong.
She eased up behind him and tentatively touched his shoulder. “We only wanted you to believe that he courted me to make you jealous. Tony, I am sorrier than I can ever—”
He spun around and crushed his mouth over hers, cutting off the rest of her sentence. It didn’t matter to him that he’d been manipulated by two Bracadytes. It only mattered that Naura was his, and his alone.
“You’re mine,” he choked out, between licks and suction, tilting his head for deeper penetration with his tongue.
Naura moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him tighter against her.
Breathless, Tony lifted his head and glanced around the cavern.
“Over there,” Naura breathed, climbing from the pool and pulling a large towel from a shelf on the wall. She laid it over a bed of white sand that filled a square indention in the floor.
Tony followed her down as she dropped to her knees before him.
His hands slightly shook as he cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I want you to lie back and relax. No matter what I do, know that I would never hurt you. You will feel nothing but pleasure.”
Naura did as he asked, looking up at him with complete trust. “I was told that the first time would be painful.”
“Only for a moment, and I will let you know when that time arrives. No surprises, okay? I am going to make this good for you. I promise.”
Tony rested his palms on Naura’s knees and gently opened them.
“My God,” he breathed, staring at her beautifully smooth mound.
He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs and brushed his thumbs against the soft skin of her center.
A moan escaped her as he applied a gentle pressure, opening her for his hungry gaze.
He slid down her body, aligning his face with her hot, wet center and softly swiped his tongue through from bottom to top.
Naura jerked in response to his oral teasing.
“Tony,” she mentally moaned. “I never knew it was possible to have sex with one’s mouth.”
“Do you like it?” he returned, enjoying touching her mind as well as her body.
“Oh, yes. Please do not stop.”
Tony would have smiled if he were capable. Instead, he set out to show Naura exactly how good tongue play could be.
He closed his mouth over her and applied suction, glorying in the feel of her hips rising up to meet him.
“Tony?” she mentally gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair. Her legs began to tremble, and her breathing grew uneven.
“Don’t be afraid of it, Naura,” he sent to her mind. “Let go of your control and allow it to happen. Feel me…feel what I’m doing to you.”
She suddenly cried out, her back bowing off the ground in utter ecstasy as Tony continued to manipulate her with his mouth.
In all the years he’d existed, Tony had never tasted anything as sweet and innocent as Naura’s passion. She was born to be touched, caressed…to be loved.