Razov

RAZOV

The gentle thrum of the station's air recycling system mingled with my heartbeat as it pounded through my ears. I lay on my back, staring at the patterned ceiling of Kalak's guest quarters. Amelia sprawled over my body, her hair soft against my cheek as her chest heaved with long pants.

A single question ran through my mind.

What just happened? I considered myself a man of healthy sexual appetites. Yet, making love to Amelia for the first time, felt like my first time ever. It was as if I'd shoved my head through the sundry mundane world and past the veil of the sublime.

Among my kind, I am not known for my piety. As far as I'm concerned, the Vinduthi who depends on the Night Mother deserves all the help he doesn't get.

Now, though, feeling as if I'd touched the fabric of reality itself, I began to wonder.

Amelia was my destiny. I knew it.

This human woman held a lot of surprises, and if it wasn't the divine providence of the Night Mother that I'd run into her, I wasn't sure I understood the concept.

"Razov," she gasped, heaving against me. "Oh god, you probably think I'm such a skank."

"A what? I'm not familiar with the term."

"I know what men think when they get women into bed as easily as this," she said.

"I'd hardly call it easy. I put forth my best seduction methods from the very start."

"There might be room for improvement there."

I cocked an eyebrow her way and she laughed, lifting her cheek from my chest. The feel of her soft curves against my body burned itself into my memory for all eternity.

"My seduction worked, did it not?"

"Yes, I suppose it did, but normally I don't just hop into bed with guys I barely know."

Puzzlement etched its way over my mind.

"I still don't understand why you're so troubled."

She heaved a long sigh, and lifted herself up until she rested on her knees.

"Earth women aren't exactly encouraged to have sex. Or to like sex, and heaven forbid we want sex."

Her mouth fell open as my hand squeezed, creasing her breasts and bubbling them out around my tightening fingers.

"I hunger for you, as I have hungered for no other."

One of her arms remained pinned at her side by my hand. I encircled the tip of my tongue around her opposite wrist as I knelt before her on the mattress.

"What are you doing?" her voice trembled as I ran my hand along her smooth cheek.

"I'm going to make love to you again. I would think that much is obvious, my delight."

My hand swept around behind her head, fingers tangling in her hair, her breathy rasp echoed off the walls as I pulled her head back, exposing her neck.

I dipped my mouth in and kissed her sensitive flesh and a legion of goosebumps rose and fell across her skin. I kissed her once more, then allowed my tongue to slither over her body.

"Oh god," she cried, writhing in my grasp as I used my free hand to toy with her swollen nipple.

Her musky scent of arousal filled the air once more and I nipped her on the nape of the neck, enjoying her deep, throaty moan of delight.

I put my lips next to her ear and whispered. "It smells like you're wet again, Amelia."

Trembling like a starship engine on overload, her eyes fluttered closed as delightful sounds escaped her full lips.

"Do you think I should check?"

A weak laugh escaped her, as if it took a great deal of effort to do anything, anything at all but react to my sensual teasing.

"I think," she said, twisting futilely in my grasp for emphasis "that you can do pretty much whatever you want with me right now."

"But do you want me to play with this dripping wet honeypot or not?" I teased, sweeping my fingers gently across the surface of her pussy. She reacted with a violent, lunging thrust of her hips, as if seeking to feel my fingers more deeply within her.

"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth. "And I…wouldn't object if you went back to doing that stuff to my neck."

I stroked my fingers across her swollen outer lips as I suckled her neck amid a flood of passionate growls emanating from my throat. Amelia tossed her head back and split the air with her scream as my fangs sank into her skin even as my fingers easily gilded inside of her warm pussy.

Her blood tasted warm and salty in my mouth. Desire roared in my brain like a thousand braying hounds. Her taste was everything I ever could have hoped for.

Succulent, sweet, and full of life.

I should claim her.

The thought shocked me.

Claiming would bind her to me permanently, mark her as mine forever.

Even as I shoved the thought away, it called to me, tempting.

I couldn't imagine a more perfect woman to be my mate than Amelia, but more than that, I didn't want to.

She was mine. I would have her utterly, completely.

But…

This wasn't the time or place.

Not yet, I promised myself.

Soon.

I licked the wound on her neck, then kissed my way over to the other side as my fingers swirled in her drenching wet, soft warmth.

"Do you like me playing with your pussy?" I asked, pinching her clit as she gasped. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, Razov," she gasped in a high pitched voice. "I like it, I like it, I like it so much…"

The need in her voice was plaintive as she balanced on the razor's edge of oblivion. Pushing her up onto her knees, I dipped my head down and sucked hard on her swollen clit while my newly freed hand spanked and kneaded her sweetly rounded ass cheeks.

The sound of her screaming because of her orgasm mingled with the slap of my hand onto her skin, her nectar flowing down my throat and igniting my passions to new heights. I felt as if I burned pure antimatter in my core as I madly made love to Amelia, her orgasm the spark that sent the flames of my own desire higher.

Finally, she lolled in my embrace, shivering as her eyes closed and her mouth opened to let out trembling, breathy cries.

Gently, I lowered her to the bed on her side, then curled my body around her, kissing the back of her neck as I snuggled up close, holding her like the precious gift she was.

I expected her to settle down, sighing into a soft, post-orgasmic, blissful nap. Instead, she ground her bottom into me, sliding the groove of her ass up and down my cock until the inevitable happened.

"You are insatiable," I purred, lifting her leg and parting her thighs. She let out a shuddering whimper as my cock skid against her silken folds.

"Oh god, Razov, I need you inside of me so bad."

Whatever she wanted, she would have.

I couldn't make her wait a moment longer.

And I didn't want to. I had to have her, then and there.

I slid my cock inside of her velvety warmth. We both cried out as I glided all the way in, then rocked my hips, snaking an arm around her neck and pulling her head back so I could lick her neck some more. The sweat on her skin tasted exquisite. Everything about her was addicting, every taste, every groan, every breath.

She ground her body against mine, mouth flying open to let out a cacophony of moans and sighs. I rolled her over onto her belly, my hands grasping her wrists and pinning them down to the sides of her body. I used my body like a lever, my wrists the fulcrum as I pumped into her with long, slow, hard thrusts.

Amelia's cries punctuated every slap of my cock against her ass. My mouth tore open with a roar of pleasure and frustration. Pleasure because it felt so good to be inside of Amelia. Frustration because I wouldn't let myself reach release.

Not yet. I wanted her to orgasm first, and then I would let myself go.

"Please," she begged, unable to manage more than the word as she shook once more. "Please…"

"Now, Amy," I growled. "Come for me now!"

She screamed and I let myself go at last. I groaned, grinding my body into her own as I emptied my seed inside of her. Amelia screamed and tore at the sheets like a woman possessed, until I collapsed on top of her.

We clung to each other tightly, naked limbs entwined around heaving bodies. I felt as if I'd touched the face of the divine.

And my world would never be the same.