::: CHAPTER TWELVE :::
NC-17 For Explicit Sex (You've Been Warned)
Midnight came and brought with it an army of butterflies. They fluttered their wings on my skin, nipped from my insides trying to get out, and were the most annoying bitches that ever existed. Not interested in their superficial worries, I turned off my mind and ran on only instinct. Hell, instinct was all I had -- it wasn't like I was some professional prostitute. There was the chance Riddick would just laugh at my clumsy attempts at seduction, but then I remembered the curiosity I had seen in his eyes at the hotel, and I knew he wouldn't refuse. "He can't refuse," I whined to myself like some pathetic old spinster that I would most likely become.
The hallway was empty and the only light came from a crack under the cockpit's door. My bare feet glided on the cold floor, and I felt like an unwelcome ghost. Some residue of life that had come to haunt, a faded painting adorning a bright wall. It was sad and made me see the static that angers an otherwise silent room.
I had to guess where Riddick was. If he was like me, he would be awake and aware. I checked the cockpit first. Bingo. Exhalation was not too strong of a word to use for what I felt. The chair he was sitting in was slightly tipped back and his whole body seemed relaxed like he was asleep, but I knew he wasn't. The back of his head fascinated me, and I didn't even realize my own head had tilted so much to the right it was almost touching my shoulder. Riddick's voice snapped it back so fast, it cracked.
"What do you want?"
To fuck you hard while I lick the sweat off your chest.
"Nothing." I momentarily stunned myself with my crooked thoughts. It wasn't supposed to be about me, but obviously not being around people for a while had given an "oomph" to my all ready selfish nature. Great, just what I needed -- to actually have an enjoyable sexual experience . . . with Mr. Manipulated. My lips upturned into a sardonic grin. The remembrance of the task at hand gave my crippled heart a jolt.
The silence was stretching into abusive and all I could do was clutch the fabric of my skirt at the hips to keep from shaking. I cursed human reactions to stress. Shaking is supposed to be reserved for during sex. Apparently I was in a very naughty mood. My thoughts always took me on a journey and unfortunately sharing most of them would probably result in capital punishment -- yes, they were that bad.
I need to be bold. He'll respond to that, I thought. I walked over and stood right behind the pilot's chair. My lips were moist from all the times my tongue had skimmed them in the last five minutes. This was supposed to be a neutral situation for me. With all the seeming tragedies of my life, I had a new method of measuring how bad an occurrence was. The crash on T2 had been "neutral." Most would say bad, but I didn't lose anything. True, I didn't gain anything either so I was just nonchalant about it.
Yes, being with Riddick is neutral . . . .
Occupying my mind with these thoughts helped my hand move of its own accord. My hand went to his shoulder, and I slid it down his defined chest until my upper body was leaning slightly over him and my wandering hand laid splayed on his abdomen. His breathing hadn't even hitched and under my fingers I felt the steady rise and fall of his hard stomach. There was something inexplicably sexy about just sharing that closeness with Riddick and connecting with his physical warmth.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
I sighed next to his ear softly to indicate a ridiculousness to the posed question and abruptly removed my hand. I took my time circling the chair and stood in front of Riddick between his legs. He had that incurable smirk on his face but it was nothing compared to my grave face that dared to look him dead in the eyes. I guessed at what he was thinking and it was actually easy because my whole life had revolved around weighing how far I could go. A simple gesture -- a twitch of the lips or a smile one hides behind told me so much more than any words could. Riddick was obviously pleased with himself at attracting yet another helpless girl into his web of masculinity. Ah yes, that twinkle in his mercury eyes whispered what I needed to know -- Riddick thought that I was just another hapless victim falling for his murderous charm. If only it was that easy.
He wanted me to play the part, and I did. I placed my hands hesitantly on his shoulders and leaned close, taking into account the atmosphere change as I neared his lips.
"Riddick, tell me about your first kiss . . . ."
The smile on Riddick's face faltered a bit and it seemed his lips became thinner.
"Don't remember."
My hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and I casually pressed my chest into his. This was a wholly uncomfortable position, but I did it in order to keep an aura of awkwardness about me. His hands moved to my sides to help hold me up, and I was amazed how they could wrap almost completely around me. I felt my ribcage shift between his fingers so I delicately raised one leg and positioned it on the other side of his knee -- I sat down. My long skirt strained against my upper thighs, and I could only imagine what an interesting picture we made.
"Well, how about I press my lips against yours and you show me what a kiss should be like?" I ventured quietly and with wide eyes.
Riddick chuckled at this, and I just continued to stare.
"I don't know anything about kisses, kid." He grinned at me. And I believed that statement. He probably knew about cutting veins at the just the right angle so they don't bleed and driving shivs in the soft parts of the flesh but nothing about slow, trembling, sensuous kisses. The kind that start at the lips but end with your whole body shivering from delight and your knees knocking against each other from the excitement. No, he didn't know of those. Neither did I.
Being so close to Riddick was torture because I knew I didn't belong. If my place had always been his lap, it would've been natural but sadly my whole presence so close to his strong, independent one was just deviant and strange. That was what caused the nervousness and heightened arousal. The wetness between my legs became acute and the prohibited seductions I was trying to commit on an actual man turned my skin feverishly hot. I did the one thing my body was trying to discourage me from -- I kissed Riddick.
It wasn't even a well planned kiss. My tongue touched his mouth before my lips did. My breathing was so heavy that little sighs escaped into his mouth as he opened it to invite my exploration. When he moved his hands from my waist to behind my head, I was all ready frenzied and running my tongue inside his soft mouth and cooing against him. His tongue was much more precise and experienced. It lapped against my tongue and teased my upper lip every time it flicked against it. Unfortunately, he pulled away first, and I swore that I could hear a little whimper escape me as he just casually sat back, his hands releasing me.
"Jack, that was cute but not nearly enough," he told me, running his knuckles down my arm. I wanted to smack that smugness off his face but instead I rotated my hips and rubbed myself against his thigh. His hands stopped my movement, and he gently clicked his tongue at me. "Jack, Jack what are you doing?" he asked, chuckling slightly.
Trying to satisfy myself on you asshole. That was what I should have said but instead I just grabbed his neck and hoisted myself right next to his ear. "Riddick, please."
"Please what?" A grin played on his lips.
How can I put this? I wet my lips. "Where's your room?" I let my gaze finally fall on him and his intent silver eyes almost made me disconnect him from the unfeeling, manipulating man. His stare almost made me feel shame for my inquiry. But everything was only "almost" because he deftly lifted me up and not taking his eyes off me walked towards his room. One hand was on my back, and it felt soft because of the material of my shirt. The bed I had seen earlier suddenly looked ominous. And being laid on top of it didn't help with the butterflies that had moved up from my stomach and were now attacking my heart, making it beat fast. My legs hung off the side, and I didn't dare fix myself differently. Riddick knew how he wanted me; who was I to decide different?
He knelt in front of me, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. His hands quickly removed my skirt and the white hot heat from his hands first caressed my hips before moving down my thighs, kneading and becoming bolder. I laid back down and unbuttoned my shirt and it all seemed painfully slow. I discarded it to the floor and slightly sat up again to watch Riddick, who was now staring at my black underwear and avoiding my bare chest. His hands spread my legs as his head dipped to kiss my inner thigh.
I didn't think it was possible but his mouth was hotter than his hands. He must have been wary of my would be reaction because he pushed roughly down on both my knees, opening me up even more. He made sure that it was a secure position before lowering his head back down and tracing his tongue on the silky material of my underwear. His tongue made little circles that left me feeling weak. My head fell back, and it was frustrating not being able to thrust up from the hips. I heard him chuckle at my predicament so I rotated my pelvis as much as possible catching a little rub from his nose as his swift tongue pecked at where my opening would be. The situation was quickly escalating and with each tease I felt myself become more slippery -- both literally and figuratively. My positive whimpers of encouragement caused the pressure of his hands to ease up a bit, and I surged up straight into his open mouth, hearing a little moan from him before he grabbed my thighs and buried his face deep.
My panties were pulled hastily down my legs and Riddick's mouth felt even more wonderful on my bare flesh. His tongue dipped teasingly every which way, and he loved to give tiny "kisses" right to my throbbing center. His probing was gentle while at the same time not experimental -- he knew what he was doing. My legs started to tremble slightly, and I felt them become numb. Then Riddick ran his hands up and down them, causing the circulation to flow again and the little prickles of feeling were amazing and just intensified what his mouth was doing to me. While he expertly navigated all these strange feelings in me, an alluring thought struck me -- we were alone . . . in space and if something was to happen, there would be no one there to help me. This simple musing spawned an assembly of evil offspring.
I just wanted to test the waters. How would react Riddick to a sudden change of heart? Would he take advantage of the fact that we were in space? To find out, I placed a hand on Riddick's head and abruptly told him to stop. He ignored that. My legs, that were resting in his hands, began to thrash about, and I placed a fearful tone to my voice while asking him to stop again. This time I received a tiny, wet bite to my hipbone to stop my protests before he went back to his amorous pecks on my palpitating center. Inwardly I smiled, but outwardly I made my body still, and he gave me one final almost apologetic lick before standing up.
I looked up at him and saw him fluidly removing all his clothing. He had such a perfect body. All contours and muscles. It was lovely because everything about him was so hard but if I were to touch him, he would be silky and warm. His erection stood proud and when he saw me staring at it, he gave it a slow stroke for my benefit. I didn't even realize my teeth were hanging on to my bottom lip until I tasted the metallic tint. He came over to bed and laid down on the other side. I turned my body and found myself at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, Riddick directed me.
"Jack, come here," he sighed.
I scooted closer without actually touching him. He reached a hand out and brought my head down for a quick, reassuring kiss. Then he told me to sit still. While I obeyed that command, he sat up and bent his head to my chest, swirling his slippery tongue around my nipple without actually coming into contact with the part that begged to be touched -- the peak. He did the same to the other breast, but he rewarded my cooperation by kissing the hard nipple after the luscious swirling. He dragged his tongue from the valley of my breasts to my neck, while at the same time his fingers, using feather light pressure, stroked my bare back. The side vein on my neck received the most attention, as Riddick caressed it with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth. My hands finally moved to his chest and rubbed everywhere softly. When they reached his lower stomach, his muscles contracted under my touch and he groaned so I willed one hand to go lower and grasp his hard shaft. Trying to deal with my own arousal, while at the same time pumping my hand slowly up and down was difficult, even for someone like me, but sensing Riddick's pleasure was enough to keep me going.
Riddick was getting impatient so he pushed me down on my back and got between my legs, nudging them open with his large body. His support was his own hands, planted on either side of my head. At the same time I wrapped my legs around him, I also flung my arms overhead connecting my wrists together, indicating this to Riddick. He looked startled for a second before obliging and using one of his hands to hold mine together. I tested his hold, and it was serious -- I could barely move.
I felt his tip nudge me, and I faked panic. Riddick just growled and pushed roughly all the way in. My mouth opened but no scream could be heard as his lips crashed down on mine. I moaned into his mouth and his chest felt heavy on mine. There was no time for accommodation as Riddick just started rocking in and out of me, causing my wrists to strain against his hold. The pressure steadily increased and my arms felt like dead weight but this just enhanced the astounding feeling in the lower part of my body. Trying to cope with the little pangs of pain from his hold, while at the same time experiencing the alleviating arousal, was exciting and new, and it seemed Riddick knew it because every couple of seconds he would pinch my wrists and pound into me at the exact same time. The little shivers from this were indescribable, and I swore that there was an overload of sensations. The word "writhing" came to mind. However, I was the one doing most of the writhing and poor Riddick was just trying his best to hush me down with persuasive nips to my collarbone before he just gave up and roughly grabbed my hip stilling me for his powerful thrusts. I loved giving him some access and than coyly trying to sink into the bed away from him. When I did this, a rumble would be heard from his throat, and I was quickly righted with a lick to my neck or a trailing finger down my side. For the most part, he flexed my body as it suited him, and I accommodated him, as long as he thought he had control. I always knew he would be a dominant lover, just like I was -- except I did it with subtlety.
His hand must have been getting tired because I wriggled out of his grasp and pulled at his neck to bring his lips to mine. He flipped our positions for a second, and I squeezed my inner muscles around his shaft. He was panting and then I was on the bottom again before I could even blink. With renewed vigor, he thrust into me, bringing my whole body off the bed. Our eyes connected for a second and the weight of what we were doing became suddenly clear and the twinge of desire went up for both of us. I arched into him and as an experiment slapped his face.
He quickly grabbed my arm and twisted it above my head. With each word, he sharply propelled himself into me.
"Don't ever fuckin' do that again."
I just grinned sweetly up at him and squeezed my legs tighter around his waist. My whole body started to feel different and my eyes scrunched closed, my head turning sharply to the side, neck exposed. It was all happening in perfect synchronization -- Riddick's tongue lapped at a droplet of sweat on my neck, my breasts rubbed against his chest, my legs were pushed further apart, little squeaks of pleasure were leaving my throat, and Riddick growled exactly at the right moment -- when I opened my eyes and saw satisfaction etched on his face for what I, not him, was feeling. This sent me reeling again with the erotic idea of where I was and what I was doing. I experienced a quick, sudden yet quiver-inducing orgasm that also had something to do with focusing all my energy on this one spot that Riddick's cock kept brushing against and tickling. The tickle had started at one point but it eventually traveled up and down my trembling legs and hit me full force in the center of my stomach. I was absolutely pulsating from the inside out, and Riddick held on to me till the very last few remnant shudders. I knew my heat must have been Riddick's undoing because he surged up once more before I felt him shudder and fall against my body, while his hand stroked my left hip and his breath whispered past my ear.
He looked down at me and he seemed peaceful . . . or just tired; I couldn't really tell. We kissed then and it wasn't a kiss given or received; it was a kiss shared. One shared between two people who had just experienced a dark secret and knew it would be pointless to tell anyone else because they wouldn't understand. I smirked just like Riddick right than because at that moment we had equaled each other. Then suddenly a shadow passed over Riddick's eyes, and he regarded me with a closed expression.
"Jack, you can sleep in your own room," he informed me with no playful smirk, kicking me not only out of his bed but also our newly developed symbiosis.
NC-17 For Explicit Sex (You've Been Warned)
Midnight came and brought with it an army of butterflies. They fluttered their wings on my skin, nipped from my insides trying to get out, and were the most annoying bitches that ever existed. Not interested in their superficial worries, I turned off my mind and ran on only instinct. Hell, instinct was all I had -- it wasn't like I was some professional prostitute. There was the chance Riddick would just laugh at my clumsy attempts at seduction, but then I remembered the curiosity I had seen in his eyes at the hotel, and I knew he wouldn't refuse. "He can't refuse," I whined to myself like some pathetic old spinster that I would most likely become.
The hallway was empty and the only light came from a crack under the cockpit's door. My bare feet glided on the cold floor, and I felt like an unwelcome ghost. Some residue of life that had come to haunt, a faded painting adorning a bright wall. It was sad and made me see the static that angers an otherwise silent room.
I had to guess where Riddick was. If he was like me, he would be awake and aware. I checked the cockpit first. Bingo. Exhalation was not too strong of a word to use for what I felt. The chair he was sitting in was slightly tipped back and his whole body seemed relaxed like he was asleep, but I knew he wasn't. The back of his head fascinated me, and I didn't even realize my own head had tilted so much to the right it was almost touching my shoulder. Riddick's voice snapped it back so fast, it cracked.
"What do you want?"
To fuck you hard while I lick the sweat off your chest.
"Nothing." I momentarily stunned myself with my crooked thoughts. It wasn't supposed to be about me, but obviously not being around people for a while had given an "oomph" to my all ready selfish nature. Great, just what I needed -- to actually have an enjoyable sexual experience . . . with Mr. Manipulated. My lips upturned into a sardonic grin. The remembrance of the task at hand gave my crippled heart a jolt.
The silence was stretching into abusive and all I could do was clutch the fabric of my skirt at the hips to keep from shaking. I cursed human reactions to stress. Shaking is supposed to be reserved for during sex. Apparently I was in a very naughty mood. My thoughts always took me on a journey and unfortunately sharing most of them would probably result in capital punishment -- yes, they were that bad.
I need to be bold. He'll respond to that, I thought. I walked over and stood right behind the pilot's chair. My lips were moist from all the times my tongue had skimmed them in the last five minutes. This was supposed to be a neutral situation for me. With all the seeming tragedies of my life, I had a new method of measuring how bad an occurrence was. The crash on T2 had been "neutral." Most would say bad, but I didn't lose anything. True, I didn't gain anything either so I was just nonchalant about it.
Yes, being with Riddick is neutral . . . .
Occupying my mind with these thoughts helped my hand move of its own accord. My hand went to his shoulder, and I slid it down his defined chest until my upper body was leaning slightly over him and my wandering hand laid splayed on his abdomen. His breathing hadn't even hitched and under my fingers I felt the steady rise and fall of his hard stomach. There was something inexplicably sexy about just sharing that closeness with Riddick and connecting with his physical warmth.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
I sighed next to his ear softly to indicate a ridiculousness to the posed question and abruptly removed my hand. I took my time circling the chair and stood in front of Riddick between his legs. He had that incurable smirk on his face but it was nothing compared to my grave face that dared to look him dead in the eyes. I guessed at what he was thinking and it was actually easy because my whole life had revolved around weighing how far I could go. A simple gesture -- a twitch of the lips or a smile one hides behind told me so much more than any words could. Riddick was obviously pleased with himself at attracting yet another helpless girl into his web of masculinity. Ah yes, that twinkle in his mercury eyes whispered what I needed to know -- Riddick thought that I was just another hapless victim falling for his murderous charm. If only it was that easy.
He wanted me to play the part, and I did. I placed my hands hesitantly on his shoulders and leaned close, taking into account the atmosphere change as I neared his lips.
"Riddick, tell me about your first kiss . . . ."
The smile on Riddick's face faltered a bit and it seemed his lips became thinner.
"Don't remember."
My hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and I casually pressed my chest into his. This was a wholly uncomfortable position, but I did it in order to keep an aura of awkwardness about me. His hands moved to my sides to help hold me up, and I was amazed how they could wrap almost completely around me. I felt my ribcage shift between his fingers so I delicately raised one leg and positioned it on the other side of his knee -- I sat down. My long skirt strained against my upper thighs, and I could only imagine what an interesting picture we made.
"Well, how about I press my lips against yours and you show me what a kiss should be like?" I ventured quietly and with wide eyes.
Riddick chuckled at this, and I just continued to stare.
"I don't know anything about kisses, kid." He grinned at me. And I believed that statement. He probably knew about cutting veins at the just the right angle so they don't bleed and driving shivs in the soft parts of the flesh but nothing about slow, trembling, sensuous kisses. The kind that start at the lips but end with your whole body shivering from delight and your knees knocking against each other from the excitement. No, he didn't know of those. Neither did I.
Being so close to Riddick was torture because I knew I didn't belong. If my place had always been his lap, it would've been natural but sadly my whole presence so close to his strong, independent one was just deviant and strange. That was what caused the nervousness and heightened arousal. The wetness between my legs became acute and the prohibited seductions I was trying to commit on an actual man turned my skin feverishly hot. I did the one thing my body was trying to discourage me from -- I kissed Riddick.
It wasn't even a well planned kiss. My tongue touched his mouth before my lips did. My breathing was so heavy that little sighs escaped into his mouth as he opened it to invite my exploration. When he moved his hands from my waist to behind my head, I was all ready frenzied and running my tongue inside his soft mouth and cooing against him. His tongue was much more precise and experienced. It lapped against my tongue and teased my upper lip every time it flicked against it. Unfortunately, he pulled away first, and I swore that I could hear a little whimper escape me as he just casually sat back, his hands releasing me.
"Jack, that was cute but not nearly enough," he told me, running his knuckles down my arm. I wanted to smack that smugness off his face but instead I rotated my hips and rubbed myself against his thigh. His hands stopped my movement, and he gently clicked his tongue at me. "Jack, Jack what are you doing?" he asked, chuckling slightly.
Trying to satisfy myself on you asshole. That was what I should have said but instead I just grabbed his neck and hoisted myself right next to his ear. "Riddick, please."
"Please what?" A grin played on his lips.
How can I put this? I wet my lips. "Where's your room?" I let my gaze finally fall on him and his intent silver eyes almost made me disconnect him from the unfeeling, manipulating man. His stare almost made me feel shame for my inquiry. But everything was only "almost" because he deftly lifted me up and not taking his eyes off me walked towards his room. One hand was on my back, and it felt soft because of the material of my shirt. The bed I had seen earlier suddenly looked ominous. And being laid on top of it didn't help with the butterflies that had moved up from my stomach and were now attacking my heart, making it beat fast. My legs hung off the side, and I didn't dare fix myself differently. Riddick knew how he wanted me; who was I to decide different?
He knelt in front of me, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. His hands quickly removed my skirt and the white hot heat from his hands first caressed my hips before moving down my thighs, kneading and becoming bolder. I laid back down and unbuttoned my shirt and it all seemed painfully slow. I discarded it to the floor and slightly sat up again to watch Riddick, who was now staring at my black underwear and avoiding my bare chest. His hands spread my legs as his head dipped to kiss my inner thigh.
I didn't think it was possible but his mouth was hotter than his hands. He must have been wary of my would be reaction because he pushed roughly down on both my knees, opening me up even more. He made sure that it was a secure position before lowering his head back down and tracing his tongue on the silky material of my underwear. His tongue made little circles that left me feeling weak. My head fell back, and it was frustrating not being able to thrust up from the hips. I heard him chuckle at my predicament so I rotated my pelvis as much as possible catching a little rub from his nose as his swift tongue pecked at where my opening would be. The situation was quickly escalating and with each tease I felt myself become more slippery -- both literally and figuratively. My positive whimpers of encouragement caused the pressure of his hands to ease up a bit, and I surged up straight into his open mouth, hearing a little moan from him before he grabbed my thighs and buried his face deep.
My panties were pulled hastily down my legs and Riddick's mouth felt even more wonderful on my bare flesh. His tongue dipped teasingly every which way, and he loved to give tiny "kisses" right to my throbbing center. His probing was gentle while at the same time not experimental -- he knew what he was doing. My legs started to tremble slightly, and I felt them become numb. Then Riddick ran his hands up and down them, causing the circulation to flow again and the little prickles of feeling were amazing and just intensified what his mouth was doing to me. While he expertly navigated all these strange feelings in me, an alluring thought struck me -- we were alone . . . in space and if something was to happen, there would be no one there to help me. This simple musing spawned an assembly of evil offspring.
I just wanted to test the waters. How would react Riddick to a sudden change of heart? Would he take advantage of the fact that we were in space? To find out, I placed a hand on Riddick's head and abruptly told him to stop. He ignored that. My legs, that were resting in his hands, began to thrash about, and I placed a fearful tone to my voice while asking him to stop again. This time I received a tiny, wet bite to my hipbone to stop my protests before he went back to his amorous pecks on my palpitating center. Inwardly I smiled, but outwardly I made my body still, and he gave me one final almost apologetic lick before standing up.
I looked up at him and saw him fluidly removing all his clothing. He had such a perfect body. All contours and muscles. It was lovely because everything about him was so hard but if I were to touch him, he would be silky and warm. His erection stood proud and when he saw me staring at it, he gave it a slow stroke for my benefit. I didn't even realize my teeth were hanging on to my bottom lip until I tasted the metallic tint. He came over to bed and laid down on the other side. I turned my body and found myself at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, Riddick directed me.
"Jack, come here," he sighed.
I scooted closer without actually touching him. He reached a hand out and brought my head down for a quick, reassuring kiss. Then he told me to sit still. While I obeyed that command, he sat up and bent his head to my chest, swirling his slippery tongue around my nipple without actually coming into contact with the part that begged to be touched -- the peak. He did the same to the other breast, but he rewarded my cooperation by kissing the hard nipple after the luscious swirling. He dragged his tongue from the valley of my breasts to my neck, while at the same time his fingers, using feather light pressure, stroked my bare back. The side vein on my neck received the most attention, as Riddick caressed it with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth. My hands finally moved to his chest and rubbed everywhere softly. When they reached his lower stomach, his muscles contracted under my touch and he groaned so I willed one hand to go lower and grasp his hard shaft. Trying to deal with my own arousal, while at the same time pumping my hand slowly up and down was difficult, even for someone like me, but sensing Riddick's pleasure was enough to keep me going.
Riddick was getting impatient so he pushed me down on my back and got between my legs, nudging them open with his large body. His support was his own hands, planted on either side of my head. At the same time I wrapped my legs around him, I also flung my arms overhead connecting my wrists together, indicating this to Riddick. He looked startled for a second before obliging and using one of his hands to hold mine together. I tested his hold, and it was serious -- I could barely move.
I felt his tip nudge me, and I faked panic. Riddick just growled and pushed roughly all the way in. My mouth opened but no scream could be heard as his lips crashed down on mine. I moaned into his mouth and his chest felt heavy on mine. There was no time for accommodation as Riddick just started rocking in and out of me, causing my wrists to strain against his hold. The pressure steadily increased and my arms felt like dead weight but this just enhanced the astounding feeling in the lower part of my body. Trying to cope with the little pangs of pain from his hold, while at the same time experiencing the alleviating arousal, was exciting and new, and it seemed Riddick knew it because every couple of seconds he would pinch my wrists and pound into me at the exact same time. The little shivers from this were indescribable, and I swore that there was an overload of sensations. The word "writhing" came to mind. However, I was the one doing most of the writhing and poor Riddick was just trying his best to hush me down with persuasive nips to my collarbone before he just gave up and roughly grabbed my hip stilling me for his powerful thrusts. I loved giving him some access and than coyly trying to sink into the bed away from him. When I did this, a rumble would be heard from his throat, and I was quickly righted with a lick to my neck or a trailing finger down my side. For the most part, he flexed my body as it suited him, and I accommodated him, as long as he thought he had control. I always knew he would be a dominant lover, just like I was -- except I did it with subtlety.
His hand must have been getting tired because I wriggled out of his grasp and pulled at his neck to bring his lips to mine. He flipped our positions for a second, and I squeezed my inner muscles around his shaft. He was panting and then I was on the bottom again before I could even blink. With renewed vigor, he thrust into me, bringing my whole body off the bed. Our eyes connected for a second and the weight of what we were doing became suddenly clear and the twinge of desire went up for both of us. I arched into him and as an experiment slapped his face.
He quickly grabbed my arm and twisted it above my head. With each word, he sharply propelled himself into me.
"Don't ever fuckin' do that again."
I just grinned sweetly up at him and squeezed my legs tighter around his waist. My whole body started to feel different and my eyes scrunched closed, my head turning sharply to the side, neck exposed. It was all happening in perfect synchronization -- Riddick's tongue lapped at a droplet of sweat on my neck, my breasts rubbed against his chest, my legs were pushed further apart, little squeaks of pleasure were leaving my throat, and Riddick growled exactly at the right moment -- when I opened my eyes and saw satisfaction etched on his face for what I, not him, was feeling. This sent me reeling again with the erotic idea of where I was and what I was doing. I experienced a quick, sudden yet quiver-inducing orgasm that also had something to do with focusing all my energy on this one spot that Riddick's cock kept brushing against and tickling. The tickle had started at one point but it eventually traveled up and down my trembling legs and hit me full force in the center of my stomach. I was absolutely pulsating from the inside out, and Riddick held on to me till the very last few remnant shudders. I knew my heat must have been Riddick's undoing because he surged up once more before I felt him shudder and fall against my body, while his hand stroked my left hip and his breath whispered past my ear.
He looked down at me and he seemed peaceful . . . or just tired; I couldn't really tell. We kissed then and it wasn't a kiss given or received; it was a kiss shared. One shared between two people who had just experienced a dark secret and knew it would be pointless to tell anyone else because they wouldn't understand. I smirked just like Riddick right than because at that moment we had equaled each other. Then suddenly a shadow passed over Riddick's eyes, and he regarded me with a closed expression.
"Jack, you can sleep in your own room," he informed me with no playful smirk, kicking me not only out of his bed but also our newly developed symbiosis.