Day 11:-
Part
2:-
Fry marched straight through to the bathroom and switched on the shower, her mind was a whirl of emotion and she needed the water to clear her fogged up head. She peeled off her clothes and threw her ruined pants on the floor and sighed. 'Another decent pair ruined,' she thought to her self, with a huge grin spreading across her face.
Fry slipped under the needle-sharp hot water and let it wash the sweat and sex away from her body. Her mind still reeled from Riddick's confession, but all she could think was, 'hell and fuck, if this is the way he's gonna love me – then I can cope with it! If he starts getting all mushy I'm outta here!!'
Riddick lay on the bed and listened to the sound of the shower, all he could think about was her naked body with droplets of water dripping slowly down her smooth skin. He shifted himself into a more accommodating position as his hardness grew.
Riddick imagined her soaping up her tiny body and groaned quietly to himself. He could see her hands running all over her naked body, touching the places he wanted to touch, especially right now.
He lifted his hand to remove his goggles and got a faint smell of her sex still on his hand – it did nothing to calm down the way he felt. He slid off the bed and closed the blind until the room was plunged into pitch black. Sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, he unlaced his boots and pulled them off, throwing them to the far corner of the room.
Standing back up, he walked to the shower room door and peered through. The room was also in near darkness and he could make out her shape through the glass door. 'Damn,' he thought. 'So much for fuckin' talking!' He turned to walk out the door but found it too hard to tear his eyes away; his body ached to be in there with her.
Riddick dragged himself back into the bedroom and pulled off his vest, his muscles rippled as he threw it on the floor. He could smell Fry's essence on his pants, sweet and intoxicating and did nothing to ease his present discomfort.
Just as he was unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down to his ankles, he heard the water stop and the shower door open. He stopped dead in his tracks like a naughty schoolboy caught stealing, his cock stuck up in the air like a flag pole.
Fry wrapped a towel around her and walked into the bedroom just in time to Riddick dropping his pants, his cock standing proud. She shook her head at the big shit-eating grin that was spreading all over his face.
"No, Riddick. I just showered," she backed up to the wall, as Riddick pulled his feet out of his pants and walked towards her.
"So?" he smirked, cocking his head on one side and arching his brow. Even in her pinky-purple haze, she could see the vein above his eye throb. "What? You can't take another one later?"
Riddick lunged at her, grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the wall. "Damn, Riddick! Don't you ever get tired?" She feigned anger, hoping it would buy her a good night's rest.
"Nah, you know I never get tired of this," his mouth closed over hers, his tongue wormed its way seductively into her mouth. Fry could smell the sweat and sex on his skin and found her self getting very turned on. Riddick of course, already knew this and took advantage.
Riddick picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass as he did.
"What the fuck? Riddick, you…you…put me down!" she thrashed against him, making it hard for him to hold her.
A couple of strides and he was by the bed, throwing her down so she landed on her stomach. Fry immediately tried to get up but found Riddick bearing down on her from behind.
"Where do you think you're going?" his big, rough, calloused hands encircled her waist and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Riddick knelt down between them as he pulled them apart.
Fry wriggled but it was no use, even if he only used half his power against her, he still had her beat. Grabbing fistfuls of bed sheet in her hands she waited for him to make his next move.
Riddick held on to hips tightly as he moved his face closer to his prize, breathing in the freshly showered skin and musky aroma rising from her pussy. He saw her body rise and fall quicker as her breathing hastened. His own pumped up to match hers, desire to fill her tiny body fuelled his blood.
Leaned forward, he slid his hands round and used his thumbs to ease her lips apart. She could feel his breath hot against her still damp skin and she shivered, partly with anticipation too. His breath was hot against her sensitive pink flesh, but not as hot as hit tongue as it flicked out and caught the tip of her swollen clit.
Riddick felt her body tense as he teased her clit, flicking his tongue over it again and again he heard her moan. Her hips began circling as his tongue worked her swollen bud into frenzy. Her wetness against his face made him want to be in her, the smell drove him wild.
But he wanted her to cum before he fucked her, he needed her as wet as possible. He slid two thick fingers inside her, feeling how hot and tight she felt against him, he began to pump them in and out of her and he watched his fingers get wetter and wetter with her juices.
His cock throbbed and ached to be inside her until he could hardly bear it. His fingers were pounding in and out; her hips were thrusting against him. Her juices coated his fingers thickly as fucked her hard. Her inner walls were tightening around him and he hooked them, hitting her g-spot. Fry moaned, unable to control the way he commanded her body.
She rode her orgasm; the tingling started deep inside and slowly spread out over her whole body – filling her with incredible heat. Now, she needed him. Needed him to be inside her. Needed him to fuck her hard.
Fry found herself begging, begging him to fuck her, begging him to fuck her hard. "Riddick, fuck me now!" but he continued to pump his fingers inside her, taking every ounce of cum she could give him. "Riddick…Riddick…please…I need you…fuck me now!"
Sensing she had cum as much as she would on his fingers, he pulled them out of her with a sucking noise and bought them up to his mouth and licked them clean. Fry could never understand why it turned him on so much to do that but if it got him where he was going then who was she to bother.
Riddick stood behind her, holding her hips steady with one hand and his thick, pulsating length in the other. "Tell me what you want Fry!" He demanded.
"I want you to fuck me, Riddick," her voice came in pants, her orgasm dull but still causing waves to roll over her.
"How hard do you want me to fuck you?" His voice was thick and heavy with desire. He eased the swollen purple head inside her pink lips and held it there. His hand on her butt stopped her from pushing back on him.
"I…want…you…to fuck…hard!" She was pushing back hard into him, needing him deep inside her. His hand held her butt still and she knew she would have to let him be in control. Trust didn't come easily to her.
Riddick let go off his cock and slammed it home, filling her and stretching her. Her body shuddered as he hit her cervix; sweat covered their bodies as desire mounted in both of them.
He watched his cock sliding in and out of her, getting slicker and slicker as he thrust in and out of her. She felt so tight and so good and he had less chance of squashing her if her got carried away. If? He laughed gently at the thought as his speed quickened. His balls ached to cum again even though it had been less than an hour since he last had his way with her.
Fry's small body slammed back against him as he thrust forward into her, needing as much of him in her as she could get. She felt his big hand reach forward and search out her swollen clit, circling it with a rough fingertip.
Fry's back arched up to his belly as the combined stimulation of her clit along with the hard fucking drove her over the edge in to her second orgasm. Her inner walls gripped him tight and he groaned loudly. It felt like she was going to milk every drop out of him. He slammed deep inside her and slowly pulled out before slamming back into her, drawing her orgasm out of her.
She clenched him tight as he erupted his hot essence inside her, filling her with his sticky seed before letting his body cover hers, holding himself up with one arm, to let their bodies ride out their simultaneous orgasms.
"Fuck, Fry! Damn woman, you drive me crazy," his voice was nothing more than a husky whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her neck sent a wave of fresh shivers down her spine. That deep growly whisper of his would most certainly be her undoing.
He waited for her pussy to stop spasming around his shrinking cock before he let himself slip out of her. Riddick gently turned her over and looked at her. "Now, you tell me you don't like me loving you, in my own way," he challenged her.
Their silver eyes locked and all she could do was smile up into him as he bent down to kiss her. "When you put it that way…"
"Any other way you'd like me to put 'it'?" he teased her, nipping her neck as he kissed his way down over her chin and down to her small breasts.
"Well…" but she
couldn't get another word out before he lifted her body with one
arm and shuffled them both up the bed and pulled her close, his mouth
covering hers.
"If that is what you mean by love, we'll see."
And with that she nestled into his body and listened to his heartbeat
before finally drifting off to sleep.