Page 11 of Badari Medic

Raeblin braced herself for the questions, which she was sure were going to lead to a difficult discussion.

Brent lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers before settling in for a serious kiss, tongue tracing her lips and asking for entry. Surprised, she granted his unspoken request and he took full advantage, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting and exploring. Brent tasted so good to her she was transported into another plane of existence, her inner predator purring and rubbing its fur against their mate with happiness. He reached down to squeeze her derriere and pull her closer and the length of his hard cock settled in against her, pulsing through their layers of clothing. “Oh yes,” she sighed, breaking off the kiss and reaching to press her hand against his arousal.

“Too many clothes,” Brent said, reaching to remove her tee shirt.

She lifted her arms and the tee shirt was gone in the next heartbeat. Brent kissed her fleetingly and then his hands were at her breasts, lifting them from her bra cups, thumbing the aching nipples with little flicks.

“You good with this?” he asked.

Arching her back to bring her body closer to him, she voiced her agreement emphatically. “Absolutely.”

Lowering his head, he drew one of the tightly furled buds into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around thesensitive skin, kneading her breast with his hand in a way that had her squirming with delight. She slid her hand down across his taut stomach, enjoying the sensual exploration of his six pack abdominal muscles, before she continued past the waistband of his pants and curled her hand over his shaft in a possessive grip. Brent murmured his approval of her move and thrust against her grip, which encouraged her to do more, massaging the hard shaft and caressing the weeping tip with her thumb.

He broke off his attention to her breasts and said with effort, “We gotta lose these clothes. I want to see all of you.”

“And I want to taste you,” she said, raising her hands to her mouth and flicking out her tongue to lick off the precum.

He watched her as if mesmerized. “Now that is hot.”

There was a flurry of activity as they assisted each other out of their clothes. Raeblin took an extra moment to check the wound he’d had from the force blade, finding only a long pink scar, which appeared to be fading. Brent drew her away from her scrutiny, pulling her into his arms, where the full body skin to skin contact between them made her dizzy with need and desire.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he said. “Let me show you how fine?”

“Works for me.” Raeblin kissed him and then moved to where she could wrap her lips around his jutting cock as he threaded his fingers through her hair, which she’d left down after her makeshift bath the night before. He wasn’t forcing her to the task but clearly he was enjoying what she was doing.

The longer she played and especially when she used her tongue on the long vein on the underside of his shaft or the notch at the head, Brent had a hard time controlling himself. She loved her power over this strong man and devoted herself to the pleasure giving with renewed creativity.

Finally he pulled her off and held her tight against him. “Two things before we go any further. I know the Badari don’t do casual and this ain’t casual for me, sweetheart. You’re a beautiful, smart, funny, capable woman and I want to experience all of you in a way I never wanted a woman before. Got me?”

Unable to speak past the lump in her throat, Raeblin nodded.

“And secondly, if this is your first time, gotta let me know so I can be gentle.”

She closed her eyes and said, “The Khagrish at the lab where I was created?—”

Brent kissed her hard to keep her from having to explain further. When he was done, he said, “I wish I could kill those fuckers for you.”

“Gabe already did, when he rescued us,” she said. “I’m all right about it, Brent. The experience was ugly but it’s the past now and I’ve moved on.”

He put his hands on either side of her face and forced her to look him in the eyes. “I’m proud of you. You’re a strong woman but if anything—anything—I do today bothers you or brings back bad memories, promise to tell me.”

Tears were threatening over his caring but she resolutely held them in abeyance and gave her word. “Promise.”

He held her gaze for a moment longer and then nodded. He reached to run one finger through the curls at the vee of her legs and pushed inside her folds. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Let me take care of this for you.”

Not sure what he meant Raeblin drew in a breath of pure bliss when he inserted three of his fingers into her and massaged the sensitive, heated skin. His used his thumb to play with her clit and the combined stimuli sent her over the edge into an orgasm the likes of which she’d never had before. Brentwatched her experience the waves of her climax and kissed her neck as she threw her head back.

“Beautiful,” he said.

Without a pause he positioned himself at her entrance and let the blunt head of his arousal take the place of his fingers. Raeblin tried to adjust to the girth as he thrust deep, withdrew and thrust again. She locked her heels behind him and managed to match his rhythm, their passion rocking the old bedstead as Brent continued to take her, until he was sheathed in her core to the root.

Overstimulated, Raeblin lost track of the world around her, the creaking bed and everything else outside of Brent’s cock buried deep inside her body, giving her waves of aching pleasure, pushing her to the edge of a climax which terrified her because of the intensity of the sensations.

“Fly with me,” Brent whispered in her ear, holding her close and safe even as his body and hers drove to the finish.

She let herself go, falling into the orgasm screaming his name, and then Brent followed her, his hot seed jetting into her already overheated core, setting off another orgasm for her. Overwhelmed, she felt her fangs extending and retracted them hastily. This, beautiful as it was, was not a claiming. They hadn’t even discussed the subject of mates or anything else beyond the point this wasn’t a casual coupling for Brent. Raeblin was happy, floating on the aftermath of the incredible climax, safely cradled in his arms.

They lay together for quite a while, her head pillowed on his shoulder again. She wanted to stay there all day but eventually Brent cleared his throat and said, “Question time. Where the seven hells are we?”

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