Episode Fifty-Seven Shared Pleasure

N adira

Although I hate the way things began between us, there's something about this union that is even sweeter because of its bitter beginnings.

His touch is sensuous and tender. His words are filled with affection. There's no doubt that whatever caused the problems between us is long past.

Now it's just Thallose and me.

The cool night air would be frigid if it weren't for the fire dancing behind me and the heat billowing off the starflyer as he strains to keep from spilling into my mouth.

I don't even think he knows what he's been saying. Praises flow from his lips as he pumps into me.

"Oh, so good, Nadira. You're such a wonder. A treasure. I never want to let you go," he says as his fingers slide through my hair.

I love the taste of him. Pure masculine sex. He may be the most beautiful male I've ever laid eyes on, but there's nothing soft about him. Every muscle in his body is honed to perfection beneath the caramel suede of his skin.

After I pull off my leggings, he eases me onto the pile of our clothes, then kneels between my legs.

"Let's see how we fit together, you and I," he says with the shyest smile.

He was barely hard enough to enter me last time. This will be different.

Dipping his head, he licks a swath along my slit from my dripping channel to my clit.

"Thallose!"

That one slow slide doubled my arousal.

Perhaps he was only doing that to ensure I was wet enough to take him, because his tone is surprised when he says, "Oh! You want more of that."

He flicks at my entrance in a way that ramps up my desire. It's a tease, meant to make me want him more. Naughty boy. Perhaps later I'll return the favor and tease him mercilessly, too.

"Slide into me," I scold.

After dallying at my little bundle of nerves, flicking and sucking, he places himself at my entrance. "If you insist."

He pauses for so long, I pull my attention from watching where his caramel cock pulses at my entrance in order to look at his face. He was waiting for this, waiting to have my gaze on him as he enters me in the slowest thrust imaginable.

I can see every expression as it flies across his features.

First, his eyes shutter as he moans in pleasure, but he slows even more and drags his lids open so he can watch me. I don't know what he sees on my face. Perhaps I'm mirroring him.

It's not sexual bliss. It's more. It's awe at the way two combine into one. It's the moment where all our terrible history is put aside as we enter this new relationship with each other. One where we're open and giving and keep no secrets.

His palomino body is set alight by the dancing fire and his hair sparkles silver as it falls about his face, tickling the sensitive skin of my neck. It's his wings that take my breath away. They were always beautiful but as they extend over him, stretching out as he owns my body, he looks like an angel fallen to earth.

Although no words are spoken, his affectionate behavior is a pledge.

Finally, when that long cock slides all the way inside me and his pelvis hits mine and he groans in pleasure, I realize our deep rumblings of bliss joined each other and are twining together, creating a symphony of affection.

Maybe it's his mate bite, or his profound apology along with remorse that's making my emotions feel so profound. Now that I know he's been quietly caring for me, providing for me, watching over me since shortly after our horrible mating disaster, I allow myself to feel the affection billowing off him in waves.

The way he's protected me on this trip, it's genuine. Although we've only known each other such a short time, and most of that we were at odds, I can't deny it's love.

As if he could read my mind, he says it. "I love you, Nadira. I always will."

The moment I tell him, "I love you, too," he gets to work loving me in another way. A carnal way.

He slides out of me and snaps his hips as he tunnels all the way back into me. Soon, he's shuttling in and out, pummeling me in all the best ways. His hips piston, his cock slides, our pelvises slap together, arousing my clit on every deep plunge.

He was close to release when he was still in my mouth's embrace. I don't know how he's still hanging on. Me? I'm rising higher than I've ever been. Just when I think I'll spiral over the edge, he slows for a moment, making me wait, so I can reach an even higher plateau until I finally can't hold myself back another second.

"Fuck!" I shout as my orgasm slams into me like a laser blast. "Fuck!" I sputter, unable to control my muscles as they spasm in release.

Thallose grunts as his orgasm takes him. I feel his hot jets spill into me as he strokes harder, driving into me to garner his last burst of pleasure.

My bliss continues longer than his, still swirling, gathering, and growing in my pelvis until my final spasm pulls a wordless grunt from my mouth.

His wings stretch open wider on his final gasp of pleasure. If he didn't look like a god come to Earth before, he certainly does now as he leans over me, cock impaling me, wings outstretched in triumph.

"Hold on, love." He grips me so tightly, he smashes my breasts against his muscular chest.

With one flap of those powerful wings we rise, still joined together. I scramble to grip my wrists behind his neck as I tighten my thighs around his hips, locking my ankles behind his back.

I'm terrified and elated and screaming as if I'm on the ride of my life. I guess I am.

Once I'm convinced I'm not going to fall because in addition to my death grip on him, his arms are circling my back, I relax and enjoy our moonlight flight. With my head turned to the side, my cheek tight against his chest, I see the evergreens and distant mountains.

The smell of pine is even stronger than Thallose's sweet, masculine scent. Off in the distance, river water sparkles as it dances in the dim light.

I've been beaten and brutalized during sex before and never cried. That would have earned me a terrible punishment.

I'm crying now. Tears of love and well being and sheer happiness overwhelm me. My body is alive in a new way, as if a live wire was sparking, touching every inch of me, both inside and out.

My starflyer's cock is still in my channel, enhancing the magical feeling of this moment as we fly almost close enough to touch the stars.

"Fantastical!" I shout to make certain he hears me. "Amazing! Wondrous!"

We both know that our unpleasant history disappeared a few moments before Eldar and Zoron interrupted us last night. This? This is the start of our new chapter together. It will be filled with love.