Chapter Thirty-One
Naura’s entire body shook with the force of her release.
She wondered how she’d made it thirty years without ever experiencing the passion she now found in Tony’s arms.
He removed his mouth from her well-loved center and crawled up the length of her body. “I want to take it slow with you, so, I need you to not move. Can you do that for me?”
Naura exhaled a shuddering breath. “I did not know that copulation would be like this, Tony.”
He stared back at her with hooded eyes. “Then you’re in for a ride.”
Naura lay completely still as Tony rose up on his knees, his gaze locking on the juncture of her thighs. “So damn beautiful.”
Held in a spell of wonder, Naura could only watch as he brought his hand up and covered her mound with his warm palm.
“Don’t tense up.” He gently inserted a finger inside her, keeping his palm pressed against the spot his tongue had recently been.
Naura’s eyes closed in ecstasy.
The feel of his finger slowly slipping inside her had to be the most unbelievable thrill imaginable.
And then he added another.
Naura gasped, holding her breath as the foreign feeling of being stretched assailed her senses.
“Easy, baby,” Tony rumbled, gently rotating his hand, replacing his palm with a thumb. Applying a slight pressure, he circled his thumb over the sensitive area of flesh and inched his fingers in deeper.
Naura’s hips rose against her will, seeking, needing, begging for more of the magnificent release she’d acquired from his tongue.
“Tony,” she moaned, clutching the towel in both hands to ground herself.
He slipped his fingers from her body and gripped his erection. “Baby? Look at me.”
She lifted her eyelids and gazed into his hooded blue eyes.
“I’m going to have to hurt you, but the pain only lasts a moment.”
He guided himself to her opening and covered her body with his.
Naura could feel him pulsing as he cupped her face and slowly inched forward. “Wrap your legs around me.”
The pressure and fullness of his entry startled her. But nothing would keep her from the experience of giving herself completely to Tony. Nothing.
Raising her knees, she hooked her feet around his ass.
“Good girl,” he praised her, never breaking eye contact. “You are so damn wet and tight.”
Naura’s body hummed with energy. Tony was inside her, taking her to a level of paradise that she’d never thought possible.
He pushed in deeper, baring his teeth as he came up against resistance.
“I’m sorry, Naura.” Tony covered her mouth with his and thrust, ripping through the barrier of her virginity and seating himself completely inside her.
Naura cried out into Tony’s mouth. The pain of his entry brought tears to her eyes, and her hands instinctively flew to his shoulders.
Tony didn’t move, only continued to hold her until the pain slowly subsided.
He lifted his head and searched her eyes. “Are you all right?”
She was better than all right. The initial discomfort had passed and nothing remained but the fullness of the man she loved. “Yes. I did not expect it to hurt so much.”
“Damn,” Tony whispered, moving to pull out of her. “I was too rough.”
Naura locked her feet tighter around him, refusing to let him go. “Please do not leave me now. You feel better than I could have ever dreamed.” She brought her fingers to his hair and tugged his head down, glorying in his groan as his lips covered hers, emotions passing between them like shooting stars on a cloudless night.
Tony lifted his hips, nearly leaving her body, only to penetrate her once again.
Naura floated in a well of euphoria, a timeless place of bliss where only she and Tony existed. She could almost see their energy exchanging, circling, caressing…mating.
Another climax built, different than the one she’d experienced from his mouth. It surrounded her, consumed her, and set her on fire.
Breathing became difficult. A frenzy began in her abdomen, spreading outward only to contract inward and start again.
“Tony,” she mentally pleaded, not willing to break the connection of their mouths.
“I’ve got you. Let it happen, love. I won’t let you go.”
A muffled scream ricocheted throughout Naura’s mind, and she accepted that it came from her. Currents of climactic spasms overtook her, controlling her and taking her to a level of unimaginable bliss.
Somewhere in the far reaches of her mind, she realized that something warm had dripped onto her face, and the salty taste of tears touched her tongue. Tony’s tears?
“Naura,” Tony mentally breathed. The catch in his voice wasn’t lost on her.
He suddenly threw back his head, his shout echoing off the walls of the cavern. The cords in his neck stood out, and his hips slammed against her in short, jerky movements.
Naura felt the instant his seed expelled from him to be absorbed by her willing body.
Tony remained in that position for several moments, not moving, his head tilted back and his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
He slowly brought his head up and blinked back the suspicious moisture in his eyes. “Are you hurt?”
Naura shook her head, panic beginning to replace her elation. “You are having regrets.”
“Regrets?” He picked up his shirt and pressed it against the juncture of her thighs. “The only regret I have is the pain I caused you. You’re bleeding.”
“I am not in pain, Tony. That was the most incredible feeling that I have ever had.”
“Me too, Naura. And it scares the living shit out of me.”
“I do not understand living shit.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s a human phrase that means it scares me a lot.”
Naura rose up on her elbows. “You are afraid of pleasure?”
“No.” He removed his shirt from her still-throbbing center and laid it next to him. “I’m afraid of you.”
He got to his feet and held out a hand for her. “Let’s get you in the pool. The warm water will help soothe you.”
Naura placed her palm in his and allowed him to pull her up. She stepped into the pool, basking in the feel of its heated depths. “I do not comprehend the source of your fear.”
Tony eased in behind her and wrapped her in his arms. He sat on a small bench made in the side and pulled her down to his lap. “You alone hold the power to hurt me, Naura. If something were to happen to you, it would destroy me.”
Understanding dawned. He’d barely survived the loss of his wife and child. Losing Naura also was something he didn’t think he could return from.
“Yes,” he murmured, reading her thoughts. “I couldn’t come back from that. It would kill me if I lost you.”
“You are not going to lose me, Anthony Vaughn. Besides, Bracadytes live longer than land walkers,” she teased, attempting to ease his mind.
He lowered his arms to her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Well, in that case, we better do this as much as we can. I’m already forty-two years old. I’ll be dead before you get your first gray hair.”
Naura’s heart sank. Tony was right. He would go long before she did.
The average lifespan of a Bracadyte was one hundred and fifty years. Some lived even longer, depending on their diet.
What if there was a way for a human to dwell as long as a Bracadyte? Naura wondered, deciding to speak with Zaureth at the first opportunity. She had an idea, and if it was possible, she might just get to keep Tony a lot longer than she’d anticipated.
Naura turned and straddled his lap. “I am ready to copulate with you again.”