Chapter Four
Laylla woke and stretched, feeling only a slight pull in her chest. The healing sleep of her people could fix most injuries. She opened her eyes, blinking then glanced out the opening of the shelter. Darkness was falling, and her stomach rumbled. Hmm, she’d slept longer than she’d anticipated. The injury must have been worse that she’d thought.
Something moved behind her, and she rolled over. The male lay on his side, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. She ran her gaze over his face in the dim light. He really was very handsome. Need stirred inside her. He pressed against her, and she felt the hardness of his cock. The scent of his desire hit her.
She should punish him. He tried to run away. If he had succeeded, he could have been badly hurt or killed. That was unacceptable.
But perhaps where he came from, males were allowed more freedom. And he had lain here quietly, without protest, for half the night and all day. That deserved some reward, surely.
Laylla admitted to herself that she just didn’t have the heart to punish him. Arousal stirred her. Reaching out, she brushed her hand down his chest.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he stared up at her. He didn’t make a sound. Didn’t back away or move forward. He just lay there and watched.
She dropped forward, brushing her lips across his. He moved up, pressing his lips firmer against her mouth. He licked her lips then slipped his tongue between them. He tugged at his hands, and she released them. He clasped hold of the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Her need grew in leaps and bounds.
When he pulled back, they were both gasping heavily.
He asked her something then touched her chest lightly.
“It is fine. Healed.” She sat and pulled back the bandage, throwing it away. She heard him gasp. He ran his hand lightly over the slight scars. They were a little tender, but in another day or two, she knew it would be like they had never even been there.
He said something in his own language. Maybe it was a good thing that they could not understand one another because right now words were the last thing she was interested in. She tugged at his top, pausing for a moment to see if he would protest. But he merely sat up and pulled the loose shirt over his head.
If it had been lighter, she would have taken the time to study him. Instead, she decided to use her other senses to explore him. She dipped down and ran her tongue over his tight stomach muscles. He was toned and obviously fit. There was no hair on his chest, and she swirled her tongue around one nipple flicking it before moving to the other. He let out a low groan and moved his hands up to her head, twirling them through her hair. He tugged at her hair, and she obliged his silent request, and raised her head. Although he surprised her. Most males would not make demands.
She kissed him, pressing her tongue between them to tease him, taste him. He was delicious, a taste she knew she would never tire of and she knew at that moment that she wanted him as hers. Once with him would not be enough.
She nipped her way down his neck, twirling her hair around his wrists and pinning them to the furs as he reached for her once more.
He made a sound of annoyance, and she raised her head, moving back slightly to study him. His breath came in harsh pants, and she knew he was still in need. Surely, he did not protest her pinning him down? But as she removed her hair from his wrists, he made a small noise of pleasure.
Hmm…odd. Most males enjoyed being pinned down and dominated. But perhaps he didn’t and this was all for his pleasure.
She dropped kisses down his stomach and tugged at his pants, tugging at them. He sat and helped her pull them off. Then he reached for her clothing. She drew back and quickly stripped. Once she was naked, he made a strangled noise. Did he not like what he saw?
Why the fuck didn’t they have torches or some sort of light to pierce the deep blackness of the night? He could barely see a thing. He tugged at the skin they were using as shelter, drawing it back so some moonlight could filter through.
Ah…that was better. Much better.
Laylla was bathed in moonlight. A goddess. Long and lean. Toned but not too muscular. Her skin was deeply bronzed and smooth except for the red, raw scars on her chest. How had she healed so quickly? It was remarkable.
He ran his gaze over her body, taking in her full, plump breasts, her slim stomach, the patch of hair between her legs. His cock throbbed, his balls so tight they ached. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Laylla moved forward, pushing him onto his back before straddling his waist. It was obvious she liked to be in charge. They both had that in common. He would let her have her way.
For a while.
Two coils of hair spread out and flicked at his nipples. He cried out. Fuck! Who knew that having hair you could manipulate could be so damn useful? Laylla slid lower, running her pussy lips over his cock. She felt wet and hot, and he nearly came then and there. She continued to move lower until her mouth was even with his cock. She licked her way up the shaft, and he groaned. Jesus, was she trying to kill him? How was he supposed to last until he was inside her?
She took him into her mouth and he half-sat with a shout. The coil of hair that had been playing with his nipples pushed him flat once more. It still amazed him that her hair was so strong. She pressed him down as she sucked on his cock. One hand dropped down to cup his balls, and he closed his eyes, trying to think of something, anything else that might keep him from coming.
She bobbed her head up and down his cock, sucking strongly. Dropping her hand lower, between his buttocks, she pressed her finger against his puckered entrance. Fuck! No one had ever touched him there. But the feel of her finger against his back entrance was enough to have him coming with a shout, ecstasy bursting through his veins.
Laylla licked her way up his cock, feeling pleased with herself. Those lessons from the elders on how to please a male had actually been useful. She gave the head of his cock a final kiss and removed her hand from between his buttocks. The elder had said many males enjoyed having their back entrance touched while they came. It seemed that was true for Rich.
She moved so she lay on her side next to him, running her hand up and down his chest soothingly as he breathed heavily. She’d loved the taste of him, loved bringing him to pleasure. Once he was recovered, she would start all over again. She slid two fingers up his still hard rod.
He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it away. Was he too sensitive? Apparently, some males were after a release. She moved her hand back to his head and pulled him in for a kiss. As he kissed her back, he rolled onto his side, pushing her onto her back.
What was he doing? Was he trying to mimic what she had done to him? It seemed so as he kissed his way down her neck. She should stop him, it was not necessary for him to do this for her. But oh, that felt good as he nipped the area where her neck and shoulder met.
Then he moved lower, and she groaned as he firmly grasped hold of her breast and flicked her hard nipple with his tongue.
“Oh. Oh.”