“You know what I want right now. I want you inside me right where you are.”
He grinned and kissed her then slow drew out of her and pressed the head of his cock against her most sensitive bud. She gasped as he held it there, increasing, and releasing the pressure until he slipped back into her. He stilled, and she pressed her feet into the bed writhing against him and moaning, on the verge of orgasm. She was breathlessly panting, and her whole body seemed to pulse with the exquisite storm that was brewing within her.
“Patience, meomee. Wait for it. Savor the journey with no hurry to the destination,” he murmured tenderly in her ear. He pulled back and thrust deeply again and stopped.”
She nodded, with a breathless moan. She felt completely enraptured in Brak’s possession. What was happening between them was more powerful than anything she’d ever felt. She felt drawn to him to the depths of her soul. Despite his erotic torment; or maybe because of it, she knew her life was being changed forever.
“Meomee!” she cried breathlessly so close to climax it was sweet agony. Her nipples throbbed; swollen bud throbbed, and her whole body seemed to tremble. She felt she must be high on endorphins as Brakar continued his exquisite torment for what seemed like hours.
Then, he finally reached the limit of his control and thrust in and out several times in succession. Trista screamed, she came so hard---like never before. It went on and on as her womb, and her inner wall contracted with each pulsing of his cock as his seed shot deep into her. Brakar groaned as she whimpered and moaned her satisfaction, hugging and caressing his back.
It was almost as she had never made love before until she made love with Brakar. Everything before was just sex---and thus she understood the meaning of meomee. For Trista, it was Brakar. She stared up at his face and raised her hand to caress his cheek, wondering just who this Brakar Dolken from a planet called Narova really was.
He held her gaze for a moment then kissed her nose, her cheek, and finally her lips, then gently drew her bottom lip between his teeth. He lingered kissing and teasing her mouth with his until he went soft and was forced out of her. He rolled to his side, and Trista turned to face him. He pulled her close, and she nestled her head against his neck.
“Can I see you without your disguise?” Trista asked.
He sighed. “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” he hesitated before he rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. First, he turned on the lamp on the stand beside the bed then reached for his cargo pants on the floor and fished something from a pocket. She heard something pop open. His back was toward her so she couldn’t see what he was doing. She heard something snapped shut, she assumed, and then he reached up to the back of his head, gripped his blond hair, and tugged on it.
Trista realized he was pulling off a wig and half expected him to be bald underneath. Only he had a full head of thick, beautiful baby blue hair streaked with darker blue. He took a deep breath and let it out before he turned to look at her with his baby blue, feline eyes.
Her eyes widened, and she looked completely stunned as she stared at his exotic hair and eyes. He started to look worried when just stared at him and didn’t say anything. She sat up and scooted across the bed and draped her arms around his shoulders. “I love the way you look. Blue hair suits you, and so do your eyes.”
Brakar grinned at her, pulled her across his lap, and hugged her. That was the moment he knew he loved her. They still had a lot to work out, but she was meomee. Right then that was all he needed to know.
“Ah, sweet one, it’s been a long night. Shall we get some sleep? This bonding takes a lot of energy, and it lasts for days.”
“I am pretty tired---still really horny, but too tired to do anything about it.”
“Me, too,” he agreed and helped her off the bed. They turned down the bed took turns in the bathroom then snuggled under the covers together. Sleep came quickly, and it was mid-morning before they woke.
Trista woke first and decided she needed a shower but left the door open as an invitation for Brakar to join her. He did, just as she finished rinsing her hair. It was a standard size shower stall with barely room for two people and little room to maneuver. Brakar slid in behind her and reached for a bottle of liquid soap. He poured a small amount into one hand, then rubbed his hands together and started soaping her breasts.
Once he had thoroughly soaped them, he gently pinched her nipples erect eliciting a soft moan of pleasure as she leaned back against his chest. His erection pressing against the small of her back told her that he was just as aroused as he was making her. He went from soaping her breasts to soaping her between her legs. Her knees almost buckled as his soapy fingers brushed over her center and between her inner and outer nether lips. His strong arm was around her waist, and he held tightly against him. As the shower rinsed the soap away, the arm around her waist moved higher so he could fondle her breast while he massaged her intimately and nuzzled her neck.
She loved the feel of his hands on her pleasuring her and gave herself into it. She moaned, sighed, and squirmed as he brought her steadily to orgasm. He slipped two fingers inside her as she came, contracting her inner walls around them and she shuddered against him. “That’s it, meomee, give yourself into it. It pleases me to give you release.”
“Oh, and you are so good at it, too, Brak,” she told him when she could speak again. “If there were just a little more room in here, I would return the favor.”
He leaned down and kissed the side of her mouth. “There will be plenty of time for that… and there are some practical matters we must discuss.”
“I agree. Why don’t I get out and make some coffee and breakfast, while you finish showering?”
“As you wish,” he agreed. “I won’t be long.”
Trista left the shower. She pulled on the light robe that hung on the bathroom door and wrapped her head in a towel, then left out a fresh towel for Brak. In the kitchen, she found some eggs and bread so she made scrambled eggs and toast, wondering if he would find them palatable. She had just filled the plates and was setting them on the tiny kitchen table when Brak strolled out into the kitchen with the towel wrapped around his hips.
Probably a good thing, Trista thought. Seeing him naked would be too distracting if they were going to talk. His sculpted, muscular torso was nakedly distracting enough.
“It’s just eggs and toast. Is that all right?” she asked.
“It’s fine. I have eaten them a couple of times since I’ve been here.”
“Coffee?”
“With sugar?”
“If that’s how you like it. Sugar is on the table.” Trista went back to the counter, poured two cups of coffee, added creamer to hers, and then carried them to the table. The table was just big enough to seat two people with table service.
She sat down across the table from him, took up her fork, and started to eat her eggs. “Tell me about this thing that happened between us---now what?”
“That’s exactly what we need to discuss,” he said and took a fork full of egg. “We are meomee, true mates, and that is sacred to our people. It is also a biological addiction so that we may not be separated for more than a few hours at first. More than that during the first few months will make us physically ill. …More than a few days could mean death.”
“Oh, wow! That means either you have to stay here with me or I need to go with you.”
“That’s exactly what it means, and we have ten days to decide which it will be,” he said and took another bite. “This is good,” he added.
“I’m glad you like it,” she murmured and continued eating. It was more than a little hard to concentrate on food and conversation with Brak sitting across from her nearly naked. Her mind kept flashing back to how magnificent she felt with him inside her. He just looked so adorable---and the way he looked at her.
“I could be reassigned to covert operations here on Earth, but I would prefer to keep my position with Captain Marrek’s crew,” he said. “You would be welcome among us. Captain Marrek’s meomee is from Earth as well,” he looked at her hopefully.
“Could we ever come back if I go with you?”
“It’s possible…but I can’t promise,” he admitted. “I can only promise to treat you with kindness and respect.”
“And love? Will you love me?”
“Meomee, you became very precious to me the moment I recognized our connection. At that moment, I began to love you,” he said earnestly, reaching across the table to cup his hand against her cheek.
Trista smiled at him and turned her face to kiss his palm. Brakar smiled and caressed her cheek with his fingers.
“You said you were deployed---was that in the military?
“Yes, military police.”
“Was that where you learned to fight?”
“Some, but mostly from my father. He taught hand-to-hand combat in the military. He raised me mostly. My mother hated military life, and I don’t think she liked me much. She left when I was pretty young. I joined up after I graduated. Dad was killed in a helicopter crash a few years ago.”
“He was the only family I had. I did ten years’ service. I opted out…” she paused and smiled, meeting his gaze. “I decided I wanted to find a nice guy and make a family. Is that possible for us? Is that something you want?”
“Yes, it is possible, and I want a family when the time is right. There are sapiens as well as felines on Narova. Cross mating is common and successful in producing healthy children. There are sapiens among the crew as well,” he explained. “Will you come with me, meomee?”
As she stared into his feline blue eyes, she knew what she had to do. If he stayed on Earth, he would always have to wear a disguise. If the authorities ever discovered him, he would never be free again. “I will,” she said finally.
Suddenly they weren’t interested in eating or talking anymore. Trista caught her breath as a new wave of desire surged through her. Brak stood and drew her into a heated embrace. They kissed hungrily, touching and caressing. As Brak’s towel slipped to the floor, he scooped Trista up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
He set her on her feet, untied her robe, and pushed it opened. She leaned into his hands on her breasts and sighed as he squeezed and then massaged them. He bent his head to kiss her upturned lips, softly caressing her mouth with his. He reveled in the softness of her lips and the feel of her full breasts against his hands.
Trista caressed his back and gripped his firm buttocks as his hardness pressed against her lower belly. She murmured his name against his throat as she pressed kisses down his neck. He groaned when she gripped his cock in her hand and continued downward kissing and tasting his chest as she massaged his shaft. As she moved lower, she knelt before him and pressed a kiss on the head. His phallus was so big; that its head barely fit her mouth. She circled it with her tongue and then drew her tongue up and down its length licking and kissing his length and girth.
He groaned in delight and caressed her tawny hair as she worked her way back to the head to lick off the pre-cum. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked it while squeezing and massaging the shaft with her hand.