was surprised that besides a wider girth, he seemed to be shaped similar to
what she was used to.
“Why?” Alea was desperate to have him right now. She didn’t care if they
made it to a bed. “Here. On the couch.” She moved her lips against his chest,
licking and biting in her frustration.
“It is not proper.” He groaned louder when she bit his nipple a bit
harder than necessary.
“I don’t care.” Alea was relieved when Maliuth seemed to give up the
fight. He dropped back onto the couch with her seated in his lap. She made sure
to arrange her knees on either side of his thighs and then let out a started
shriek when he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time.
“I have hurt you?” he went to push her forward and sit up. She threw
herself more firmly against him and wound her hands into his hair.
“No.” She moved against the slight sting his penetration had caused, “I’m
fine.” She moved again, drawing herself back and forth against him. “It was
just a surprise.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kept moving.
“Tell me this is pleasurable for you.”
He must have decided that words were wasted and actions spoke more
clearly, because he once again plastered his mouth to hers and took over the
rhythm of their lovemaking. With one hand in her hair and one at her lower
back, he proceeded to rock into her.
Alea’s tattoo was again starting the pulsing she had experienced in the
Oracle Temple. If this is what sex was like, she didn’t think they were ever
going to make it out of Maliuth’s home. The sensations washing over here were
so intense she almost couldn’t catch her breath. Tearing her mouth from his she
gasped, “Maliuth.” Her body started to break apart and she wanted him to join
her. Without thinking, she placed a hot kiss on his ear and flicked her tongue
against it.
“A-l-e-a!” Maliuth jerked under her, his body going rigid. His already impressive
hardness swelled inside her until it was painful. Then his release warmed her,
the pain subsided and her insides spasmed in answer. The throbbing in her
tattoo pressed against his exploded and the intensity of her climax caused her
to pass out.
Chapter Eight
Maliuth struggled to regain his senses. What had happened? The last thing
he remembered was showing Alea around their home. They had gone into the
sitting room…it all came back to him in a rush. Opening his eyes, he saw that
Alea was lying against him. Her breathing was steady and she appeared unharmed.
There was the smell of lovemaking in the air, and Alea’s naked body was still
pressed intimately into his.
Taking care when he stood and carefully holding Alea against him, he
carried her to the second level master bedroom. Laying her on top of the
covers, he knew the first order of business was to get rid of the mangled
remnants of her dress. Since it was torn to mid-stomach anyway, he just took
the two sides and finished the tear. Now that the dress could be pulled away,
he paused. He wanted to examine her at his leisure. They had been so frantic in
their first encounters. He wanted a chance to see her body without distraction.
Starting at her tiny feet, he avoided the toes and soles of her feet
worried that she might be ticklish and he did not want to wake her. Instead, he
moved his fingers along the smooth skin of her calf until he reached the indent
of her knee. Tracing a line along her inner thigh, he reached the vee of her
legs and the moist residue of their lovemaking. Her black curls were glistening
and the fold of her sex were pink and inviting.
He could feel the hardening in his groin and hurried to move his fingers
to the gentle swell of her stomach. Splaying his hands on either side of her
waist, he let his fingers rub up the pale skin to just under her breasts. The
dress slipped away and his eyes feasted on the sight of her bare breasts. They
were an ample handful he was delighted to discover. The nipples were a nice
pale brown shade and
what she was used to.
“Why?” Alea was desperate to have him right now. She didn’t care if they
made it to a bed. “Here. On the couch.” She moved her lips against his chest,
licking and biting in her frustration.
“It is not proper.” He groaned louder when she bit his nipple a bit
harder than necessary.
“I don’t care.” Alea was relieved when Maliuth seemed to give up the
fight. He dropped back onto the couch with her seated in his lap. She made sure
to arrange her knees on either side of his thighs and then let out a started
shriek when he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time.
“I have hurt you?” he went to push her forward and sit up. She threw
herself more firmly against him and wound her hands into his hair.
“No.” She moved against the slight sting his penetration had caused, “I’m
fine.” She moved again, drawing herself back and forth against him. “It was
just a surprise.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kept moving.
“Tell me this is pleasurable for you.”
He must have decided that words were wasted and actions spoke more
clearly, because he once again plastered his mouth to hers and took over the
rhythm of their lovemaking. With one hand in her hair and one at her lower
back, he proceeded to rock into her.
Alea’s tattoo was again starting the pulsing she had experienced in the
Oracle Temple. If this is what sex was like, she didn’t think they were ever
going to make it out of Maliuth’s home. The sensations washing over here were
so intense she almost couldn’t catch her breath. Tearing her mouth from his she
gasped, “Maliuth.” Her body started to break apart and she wanted him to join
her. Without thinking, she placed a hot kiss on his ear and flicked her tongue
against it.
“A-l-e-a!” Maliuth jerked under her, his body going rigid. His already impressive
hardness swelled inside her until it was painful. Then his release warmed her,
the pain subsided and her insides spasmed in answer. The throbbing in her
tattoo pressed against his exploded and the intensity of her climax caused her
to pass out.
Chapter Eight
Maliuth struggled to regain his senses. What had happened? The last thing
he remembered was showing Alea around their home. They had gone into the
sitting room…it all came back to him in a rush. Opening his eyes, he saw that
Alea was lying against him. Her breathing was steady and she appeared unharmed.
There was the smell of lovemaking in the air, and Alea’s naked body was still
pressed intimately into his.
Taking care when he stood and carefully holding Alea against him, he
carried her to the second level master bedroom. Laying her on top of the
covers, he knew the first order of business was to get rid of the mangled
remnants of her dress. Since it was torn to mid-stomach anyway, he just took
the two sides and finished the tear. Now that the dress could be pulled away,
he paused. He wanted to examine her at his leisure. They had been so frantic in
their first encounters. He wanted a chance to see her body without distraction.
Starting at her tiny feet, he avoided the toes and soles of her feet
worried that she might be ticklish and he did not want to wake her. Instead, he
moved his fingers along the smooth skin of her calf until he reached the indent
of her knee. Tracing a line along her inner thigh, he reached the vee of her
legs and the moist residue of their lovemaking. Her black curls were glistening
and the fold of her sex were pink and inviting.
He could feel the hardening in his groin and hurried to move his fingers
to the gentle swell of her stomach. Splaying his hands on either side of her
waist, he let his fingers rub up the pale skin to just under her breasts. The
dress slipped away and his eyes feasted on the sight of her bare breasts. They
were an ample handful he was delighted to discover. The nipples were a nice
pale brown shade and
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