that filled the darkened cave.
It had been so long since he’d heard such an honest, pure sound of desire. It overwhelmed him, made him want to pull his Annie to the ground at that very moment, to rip the small covering from her lower body and spread her wide, sliding into her soft, wet body while he watched her dark brown eyes turn even darker. He ached to pump his shaft in and out of her tight channel, to feel her ride him as she sought her own pleasure.
She was more sensual temptation than he had been prepared to handle. He wouldn’t have believed such fierce desire possible after the past several hours, but it was as if his body had never known the betrayal of his queen or the long arduous journey to the Earth’s surface.
“You make me so wet. I’ve never been this wet.” Annie moaned and arched her breasts toward his eager mouth. He suckled her even deeper in response, pulling her nipple to the roof of his mouth and toying with her with his tongue. He wanted to make her blind with need, lost to anything but the feel of his lips, teeth and tongue worshiping her heated flesh.
Her grip in his hair grew nearly painful, but for the first time Namtar understood the allure. He wanted her to hurt him, to be so lost in her desire she blurred the line between pleasure and pain.
“Fuck me, God, please, fuck me now,” she begged, dropping her hand to the close of her short pants and ripping open the button.
Namtar growled in response, helping her pull her coverings away even as he slipped the tie of his robe and threw it to the ground. The stone there was hard and cold and he didn’t want there to be any pain for his lover, only pleasure. Nude, he lay back on his robe, pulling her on top of him. She gasped as their bare skin made contact for the first time, but spread her legs eagerly, letting him feel the hot, slick heat of her pussy on his shaft. She ground against him with obvious eagerness, coating his pulsing length with her wetness. His hands tightened on the soft flesh of her hips and soon he couldn’t fight the urge to lift her up, to fit the head of his cock against the plump lips of her slit.
“Yes,” she breathed, her lips parted and eyes glazed as she looked down to where they were prepared to join. Slowly, clenching his jaw for control, Namtar lowered her down over the thick head of his cock. He was large, much larger than men of this modern Earth, but he knew he would bring her only pleasure if he eased into her slowly.
But it seemed his lover had other ideas.
“No, not like that,” she said, bringing her hands to where he gripped her and prying at his fingers. “Like this.” With those words she flung away his hands and dropped her hips. Namtar cried out as he found himself abruptly buried to his tightened sac in her heat. She was so tight, so tight and wet, and he knew this mating was never going to last as long as he had hoped. She was too much woman for a man who had been so long without a true treasure in his bed.
“Annie, you shatter me,” he whispered against her lips, letting his hands play down her back as she became accustomed to his size and girth.
“I’ve never felt like this, never,” she whispered back, her eyes hauntingly vulnerable for a moment before she started to move. With agonizing slowness she rode his cock, sheathing him again and again in the liquid silk of her body. Namtar waited for her to find the rhythm of her pleasure before he lifted to meet her thrusts with his own.
Annie made a hungry, needy sound at the back of her throat as his pelvis shifted, rubbing against her nub and Namtar felt her channel start to tighten. Slowly, he guided her hips into even deeper contact with his body as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked—hard.
She screamed and arched up over him as she came, her sweet, tight heat becoming even tighter as the waves of ecstasy swept over her. That tightness was the last bit of erotic stimulation Namtar could bear and with a