This chapter is definitely 'R' rated. No one under 17 allowed. No one offended by adult content allowed. That said, I just hope it is worth all the warnings.
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THE MOTHER LOAD BY ABRAXIS
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Chapter 24 - An End and A Beginning
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Jenna had never felt anything like this in her life. Even the intensity she had felt from Riddick in hyper was a pale shadow compared to this. There was something primal that had not been there before.
His arms circled her, crushed her against him. The hard length of his erection pressed against her belly. She felt the briefest flash of anxiety. Oh, God it felt huge. Was that normal? But the thought was pushed aside as new sensations demanded her attention.
Reaching beneath the towel, Riddick's hands roughly stroked her back. Then, he grasped the cheeks of her butt. His strong hands kneaded and squeezed as he pressed her more tightly against him. Straightening, he lifted her; sliding her up his body. In an instinctive reaction, she wrapped her legs around him. The fabric of his trousers was almost harsh against the tender skin between her legs as she rode the ridge of his arousal. Moans mixed and clashed as mouths sought to devour each other and tongues twined like snakes.
Riddick carried her to the bed. Kneeling on one knee, he coaxed her to loosen the grip of her legs and then her arms as he lifted her away from him and laid her down. In the process, her towel fell away, sliding to the floor. As Riddick stood over her, staring with possessive hunger at her naked body, Jenna suddenly felt too vulnerable. A deep blush colored her face. She wrapped her arms across herself, covering breasts and pubis.
The hard planes of Riddick's face softened slightly. He bent and picked the towel off of the floor and spread it across her.
"Scoot over, sweet thing."
Clutching the towel to her, Jenna slid to the center of the large bed. But, her eyes never left Riddick as he turned his back to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. The play of his huge shoulder and back muscles fascinated her. Once he had removed his shoes and socks, he stood and faced her again.
A small smile played across his lips as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers. Slowly, he worked the tail of the tank out of his trousers and raised it up his body, finally pulling it off over his head and dropping it to the floor.
As the tank slipped from the tips of his fingers, he laid his other hand against his chest. As soon as he was sure that Jenna was focused on it, he moved it in languid curves down his chest until it reached the unbuttoned fly. As if deciding he had teased her enough, he brought his other hand over, quickly unzipped the fly, let his trousers drop away to the floor and stepped out of them.
Standing there in nothing but silky black shorts, he was the most beautiful thing that Jenna had ever seen. His tall, broad body, every inch defined by muscle and layered with tawny skin, radiated power and prowess. Then her eyes focused on his erection, barely sheathed in the thin fabric. They widened and her breath became broken. It looked even larger than it had felt. She tried to shove that thought aside as she raised her eyes to Riddick's face. Finding him smiling with amusement, she met it with a false bravado of defiance and challenge.
With animal grace, he moved onto the bed and stretched out beside her, supporting himself on one elbow. His free hand began playing idly with a dark curl of her hair that had fallen over her forehead.
"You weren't lying about this either, were you? You're a virgin."
Jenna felt herself blush again.
"I never said ......."
Riddick turned his attention from the curl he was teasing to her face.
"No, but your eyes did; first in the bar and again just now. This is a hell of a time to ask but are you sure you want to do this? You must have had some reason not to have done it before."
Jenna knew he was asking for that reason and she knew, she finally knew, what that reason was. It sang within her like a wild bird freed from a snare. But it wasn't the right time to share it with him; not now; maybe never.
"Yes, I am sure."
Riddick's eyes narrowed slightly and some emotion that Jenna couldn't read flickered for an instant in them. Then, he lowered his lips to hers.
It was a gentle kiss. Soft lips caressed and then retreated as his tongue traced the pattern they had made. He continued this up the line of her jaw, across her eyes and down the other jaw. Jenna's anxiety melted away as the tender sensuality of his caresses enveloped her. As her tense posture eased, Riddick moved his mouth to her neck, dragging the sharp edges of his teeth along the vein and artery pumping with lifeblood. Then he fastened them around her trachea, a shadow of danger, as his tongue traced its path.
Jenna, her eyes closed from his first kiss, savored this new sensation. Unlike the other, this feeling of vulnerability was exciting. Odd that embarrassment would be threatening and death exciting. But then, the embarrassment real and the threat of death only a game. She shivered with thrill-fear as his teeth played with her throat.
Slowly, he kissed and tongued his way down the center of her chest, his hand teasing the towel out of his way until her breasts were completely bare. Then, Jenna felt him lean further across her. Before her mind could form the though, the tip of his tongue flicked rapidly back and forth across her nipple. A wave of sensation rolled over her. Her breath caught. She opened her eyes to find Riddick, his head turned slight sideways, watching her.
With a predatory smile, he ran his tongue around his lips and then extended it toward her nipple again. Mesmerized, she watched his tongue flick, circle and lick her. Her body quivered from the exquisite touch; her mind from the erotic sight. 'Wicked', 'evil', 'immoral'; where those words came from she had no idea but they excited her even more.
Lifting her eyes to Riddick's face, she found those thoughts mirrored in his satyr like expression. With a moan, she allowed her head to fall back and surrendered. If this was sin, then heaven be damned.
Riddick now added lips and teeth to his assault. First, only small, sucking kisses and brief sharp edged touches as his tongue continued its teasing. Then, broader kisses, sucking her deeper and deeper into his mouth, and longer paths glazed by his teeth.
Jenna's body responded of its on volition, writhing beneath him. She could feel the moisture oozing from her vagina coating her to her outer lips. Her clit swelled in empathy. She clamped her legs tightly together, trying to control the aching need.
Suddenly his mouth released her. But, before Jenna could utter a moan of protest, a new assault began. His tongue was on her nipple again, not flicking this time but laving it. Then with pursed lips, he blew on it.
It was ice. Jenna's whole world became ice. Her already taut nipple hardened impossibly. Nerve ends sparked throughout that side of her chest and deep within her belly. Her body arced. The arm, already lying in the space beneath Riddick's body, moved upward and her fingers taloned against his back. But, as her other arm tried to rise to embrace him fully, he restrained it; keeping her spread against the mattress.
Then his mouth was on her again. Warmth melting the ice; wonderful sucking, flicking, warmth. Then the warmth disappeared and all was ice again. Over and over, Riddick alternated the two. He controlled her body; bringing it to tense arcing and then sagging respite and arcing again.
The only part Jenna seemed to have any control over was her head. This, she lashed back and forth as moans and unconnected words escaped her mouth in a litany of pleas. Then, just when she was becoming certain that she couldn't stand any more of it, he stopped.
He began gently stroking her side from armpit to thigh; soothing, calming, relaxing strokes. Jenna felt her heartbeat slow, her muscles loosen. Her breathing steadied. Then tears began running from the corners of her eyes.
Riddick kissed her eyes, drinking her tears. He repeated the easy caresses of lip and tongue that he had started with. Soon, Jenna was floating in a fog of gentle euphoria. Even the fire between her legs had soothed to a mild ache.
She didn't even notice when Riddick's hand left off its stroking and reached once more to restrain her free arm. She watched with mild curiosity when he lifted his face from hers and shifted his body slightly. Then he licked his lips and began lowering his head toward her other breast. Her breathing was labored and her heart racing before he made his first touch.
He kept the pattern the same; the teasing flicks, the small kisses, then deeper and deeper sucking; every step in the slow escalation in intensity. But the effect was so much greater than before as the expectation of what was to come increased the stimulation of even the smallest touch. By the time he reached the first icy breath, Jenna's arousal was already almost as fierce as it had been when he had stopped before.
But now, somewhat initiated, she was more consciously in control. She also had some definite ideas about some changes in Riddick's game plan. In his intent to pleasure her, he was shutting down his own emotions. Jenna felt cheated. She wanted more from him. She wanted that intensity that had been there in the beginning. She wanted him to burn as fiercely as she burned.
She had little control while his icy breath drove her to arching frenzy. But, once his warm mouth had easy it, she intentionally arched, pushing her breast hard against his lips. Using the one thing she could think of that might influence him, she breathed his name.
"Riddick ........... please, Riddick .... want me."
Her terse plea shouldn't have made any sense but Riddick understood her completely. Her words opened the door of the cage and the beast of his need lunged free. His mouth turned hungry. His teeth captured her tightly. His tongue no longer flicked but lashed. His lips sealed around her and his sucking pulsed as if he would feed from her. His hand captured her other breast, squeezing and pulling, the thumb chaffing that nipple as his tongue did the other.
His heat inflamed Jenna's. Her belly became Vulcan's furnace; her clit and inner and outer lips white coals; lava flowed from her to bathe them. With her now freed hand, she grasp the back of his head, holding herself tightly against his mouth. With the other hand, she tried to capture a butt cheek and force his pelvis against hers.
The slick fabric of his shorts thwarted her. It filled her hand with its own slithery folds and refused to allow her a firm hold on the flesh beneath. Moans of frustration mingled with panting passion. Her mind was drowning in a pool of need. Bringing both of her hands to the waistband of the shorts, she struggled to pull them down and away only to have them snag and resist.
When Riddick's hand left her breast to reach between them, she realized that the waistband had snagged on. She immediately started to flush. This angered her. My God, she was behaving like some juvenile little twit. There was more, it seemed, to ending one's virginity than the obviation of a small piece of tissue. Her resolve stiffened and she reached up and grasped the biceps of his arm.
"No."
Riddick raised his head and looked at her questioningly. When Jenna moved her hand to his chest and pushed gently, a speculative smile curved his lips and he allowed her to maneuver him into the position she wanted. They ended up with him laying where she had been and Jenna kneeling beside him. As she shifted, Jenna's towel had fallen away. Resisting the urge to conceal herself again, she tossed it off of the bed instead.
As she stared down at Riddick, the image of this massive and powerful man laying supine and compliant gave Jenna a sensual rush that almost took her breath away. With the same reverence one might feel for a perfectly carved marble statue, Jenna began tracing the pattern of muscles across his chest, shoulders and arms. But Riddick was warm flesh not cold stone. Warm responding flesh.
After watching her for a brief moment, he relaxed and closed his eyes. As he allowed himself to concentrate on his own sensations, his face became unusually expressive. Jenna alternated between tracing fingers and stroking palms, watching his face for clues so guide her. She soon realized that this was a novel situation for Riddick. It was obvious that he had taken some effort to understand how to pleasure a woman. It saddened Jenna that it seemed that so few had ever attempted to do the same for him. Then it occurred to her that possibly he had never trusted many enough to allow it. That was even sadder.
Jenna became determined to give him as much pleasure as she could. All that reading of romance novels was finally going to serve a useful purpose. As she continued massaging with one hand, she extended a finger from the other and flicked one of his nipples with the sharp edge of the nail. A small but explosive gasp rewarded her. She repeated the move with the other nipple. This time his chest muscles ripples and a definite twitch tented the fabric of his shorts. Oh, nice.
Feeling totally wicked, Jenna lowered her mouth to the closest nipple. Sucking it tall, she nibbled it. The effect was wonderful. Riddick actually arched a little.
"Damn!"
More than that, Jenna found this excited her as much as Riddick. Oh, Lord, she loved the taste of him, the feel of his hard nub against her teeth and tongue. She attended his other nipple with even more enthusiasm. As she did so, she felt his erection against the side of her arm. Oh .... Oh, yes .....
Straightening, she reached again for the waistband of the shorts. Riddick immediately reacted, lifting his hips off of the mattress. Keeping her eyes purposefully unfocused, Jenna drew the shorts down his body and legs. They followed the towel to the floor.
Starting at his feet, Jenna slowly moved her eyes and hands upward; not rushing, letting the anticipation build for both of them. With every sign of the pleasure Riddick was experiencing, her courage grew. As she came to his inner thighs, his breath was becoming noticeably ragged. When he shifted his legs farther apart to give her better access, there was a slight jerkiness to his movements. Nor could she ignore his erection any longer. It was standing well away from his belly and was swaying and bouncing in its own show of appreciation.
Even though her medical training in this subject had been strictly book work because of her age, Jenna knew what a penis looked like. Well, she had thought she did. But none of that had prepared her for this.
It was beautiful.
A beautiful cylinder of flesh, vined with thick veins. The shaft was darker than the rest of his honey toned body and the head even darker still. The ebony, tightly curled hair at its base was night against sunlight. A drop of milky fluid hovered in the slit of its head. Following an instinctive urge, Jenna lowered her head and, flicking out her tongue, tasted it.
Riddick arched off of the mattress. His hand fastened on her thigh almost painfully. His voice was a growling hiss.
"Yessss! ... Oh, fuck, yessss!"
Jenna licked the slit again and then swirled her tongue around the head. Riddick flexed his hips, pushing himself against her lips. She had a brief second of panic. What was she supposed to do now? The absurdity of that thought hit her and she almost laughed aloud. She was quite sure that Riddick was capable of telling her if she was doing something wrong. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him deep into her mouth.
Then it was candy stick and lollypop time. And what wonderful candy it was. Velvet skinned, iron cored candy. Candy that enjoyed being sucked and licked and even gently nipped. What wonderfully animal sounds he made; each one urging Jenna on and adding to her pleasure in the act. Soon she was squirming with her own need fully aroused once again. Then she felt Riddick's hand on her butt.
"Don't stop, sweet thing. But ..... you need something, too. Shift around and straddle my face."
Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God. To pull her splintering thoughts together, Jenna concentrated on her attentions to his penis and allowed Riddick to guide her into the position he wanted. At the first touch of his fingers in her pubic hair, she moaned.
"That feels so good, sweet thing. You just make all the noise you want."
Jenna's belly clinched. She didn't know if it was because of what he said or the warm breathy whisper against her cunt. She had no time to think about it. Riddick's fingers spread her outer lips and his tongue began to explore. Then it located her clit and began its work in earnest. Lips met lips and he was kissing and sucking her as well as licking. Jenna felt like she was going to die from the intense pleasure of it.
It became harder and harder for her to maintain any control. She was doing nothing more than moaning and gasping around his erection when Riddick clasp her body tightly against his and rolled them onto their sides. Pulling away, he turned her until she was laying on her back in the middle of the bed, face to face with him. He spread her legs and lay down between them. Slipping his hands under her hips, he lifted her to his mouth once again.
With nothing else to distract her, Jenna felt herself being dragged into a swirling whirlpool of sensation. Clinching her hands in the coverlet, she allowed it to happen. But as she sank, she flew higher and higher. The midnight behind her eyelids began to flash with stars and borealis. She was an Ichorous with melting wings seeking a black sun. Then she reached it, fell into its onyx depths as her body strained, arched and spasmed with her climax.
Slowly, she returned to awareness and opened her eyes to find Riddick looming over her. She answered the question in his eyes with a sigh.
"Yes."
A gentle flex of powerful muscles and he was inside her. Totally immersed in an endorphin haze, she was barely aware of the pain as he forced her open and shredded her hymen. But then Riddick paused. His face was twisted with the effort of his control. It would have been a violent, vicious face but his eyes were soft with concern and ......... no, not that ..... She mustn't allow herself to think that. This was just sex. Nothing more. To think she would ever be anything else to him was madness.
Jenna could think of only one way to drive these thoughts from her mind. Clutching Riddick's shoulders, she thrust her body hard against his; impaled herself to the full length of him. Now, there was pain. She couldn't stop herself from crying out. Then the pleasure came. Riddick made it come. He gathered her close.
"Damn it, Jenna! Why did you do that, baby? Why?"
Jenna couldn't speak for fear of what words might come pouring out of her. She raised her hands to Riddick's head. Stroking the bare skin; Lord, how sensual it felt; she urged his lips to hers. She poured all of the emotions ripping at her into that kiss to find Riddick answering them with his own. Then he pulled away and pressed his shoulder against her mouth.
"Bite if it helps, baby."
He began with the tiniest of strokes, barely moving within her, then slowly, oh so slowly, increased the length. There was still pain at first but not as much and less and less until, by the time he was making full strokes, it had all but disappeared. Jenna was awed at the way her body so quickly adjusted until it seemed that he belonged there inside of her; had always belonged there. It was amazing, wonderful ......... a dark heaven. The emotional pleasure-pain of it was almost unbearable. She bit down on Riddick's shoulder and tasted the rusted iron of blood.
With an animal snarl, Riddick began to thrust in and out of her with full, hard strokes. Jenna attempted to flex her hips to match his but was soon beyond anything but clinging to him, moaning, as she spiraled up again toward that black sun.
Just as she reached out to touch it, Riddick groaned loudly. His body arched backward, frozen in spasming paralysis. And Jenna felt him come. Oh, God, she felt it; felt the surging pulses of his flesh and the alien flood of his cum. Sweet rapture tore through her mind, sending her body into the shuddering throws of her own climax.
This time the onyx pool didn't swallow her. She was floating on it with Richard B. Riddick in her arms.
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THE MOTHER LOAD BY ABRAXIS
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Chapter 24 - An End and A Beginning
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Jenna had never felt anything like this in her life. Even the intensity she had felt from Riddick in hyper was a pale shadow compared to this. There was something primal that had not been there before.
His arms circled her, crushed her against him. The hard length of his erection pressed against her belly. She felt the briefest flash of anxiety. Oh, God it felt huge. Was that normal? But the thought was pushed aside as new sensations demanded her attention.
Reaching beneath the towel, Riddick's hands roughly stroked her back. Then, he grasped the cheeks of her butt. His strong hands kneaded and squeezed as he pressed her more tightly against him. Straightening, he lifted her; sliding her up his body. In an instinctive reaction, she wrapped her legs around him. The fabric of his trousers was almost harsh against the tender skin between her legs as she rode the ridge of his arousal. Moans mixed and clashed as mouths sought to devour each other and tongues twined like snakes.
Riddick carried her to the bed. Kneeling on one knee, he coaxed her to loosen the grip of her legs and then her arms as he lifted her away from him and laid her down. In the process, her towel fell away, sliding to the floor. As Riddick stood over her, staring with possessive hunger at her naked body, Jenna suddenly felt too vulnerable. A deep blush colored her face. She wrapped her arms across herself, covering breasts and pubis.
The hard planes of Riddick's face softened slightly. He bent and picked the towel off of the floor and spread it across her.
"Scoot over, sweet thing."
Clutching the towel to her, Jenna slid to the center of the large bed. But, her eyes never left Riddick as he turned his back to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. The play of his huge shoulder and back muscles fascinated her. Once he had removed his shoes and socks, he stood and faced her again.
A small smile played across his lips as he unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers. Slowly, he worked the tail of the tank out of his trousers and raised it up his body, finally pulling it off over his head and dropping it to the floor.
As the tank slipped from the tips of his fingers, he laid his other hand against his chest. As soon as he was sure that Jenna was focused on it, he moved it in languid curves down his chest until it reached the unbuttoned fly. As if deciding he had teased her enough, he brought his other hand over, quickly unzipped the fly, let his trousers drop away to the floor and stepped out of them.
Standing there in nothing but silky black shorts, he was the most beautiful thing that Jenna had ever seen. His tall, broad body, every inch defined by muscle and layered with tawny skin, radiated power and prowess. Then her eyes focused on his erection, barely sheathed in the thin fabric. They widened and her breath became broken. It looked even larger than it had felt. She tried to shove that thought aside as she raised her eyes to Riddick's face. Finding him smiling with amusement, she met it with a false bravado of defiance and challenge.
With animal grace, he moved onto the bed and stretched out beside her, supporting himself on one elbow. His free hand began playing idly with a dark curl of her hair that had fallen over her forehead.
"You weren't lying about this either, were you? You're a virgin."
Jenna felt herself blush again.
"I never said ......."
Riddick turned his attention from the curl he was teasing to her face.
"No, but your eyes did; first in the bar and again just now. This is a hell of a time to ask but are you sure you want to do this? You must have had some reason not to have done it before."
Jenna knew he was asking for that reason and she knew, she finally knew, what that reason was. It sang within her like a wild bird freed from a snare. But it wasn't the right time to share it with him; not now; maybe never.
"Yes, I am sure."
Riddick's eyes narrowed slightly and some emotion that Jenna couldn't read flickered for an instant in them. Then, he lowered his lips to hers.
It was a gentle kiss. Soft lips caressed and then retreated as his tongue traced the pattern they had made. He continued this up the line of her jaw, across her eyes and down the other jaw. Jenna's anxiety melted away as the tender sensuality of his caresses enveloped her. As her tense posture eased, Riddick moved his mouth to her neck, dragging the sharp edges of his teeth along the vein and artery pumping with lifeblood. Then he fastened them around her trachea, a shadow of danger, as his tongue traced its path.
Jenna, her eyes closed from his first kiss, savored this new sensation. Unlike the other, this feeling of vulnerability was exciting. Odd that embarrassment would be threatening and death exciting. But then, the embarrassment real and the threat of death only a game. She shivered with thrill-fear as his teeth played with her throat.
Slowly, he kissed and tongued his way down the center of her chest, his hand teasing the towel out of his way until her breasts were completely bare. Then, Jenna felt him lean further across her. Before her mind could form the though, the tip of his tongue flicked rapidly back and forth across her nipple. A wave of sensation rolled over her. Her breath caught. She opened her eyes to find Riddick, his head turned slight sideways, watching her.
With a predatory smile, he ran his tongue around his lips and then extended it toward her nipple again. Mesmerized, she watched his tongue flick, circle and lick her. Her body quivered from the exquisite touch; her mind from the erotic sight. 'Wicked', 'evil', 'immoral'; where those words came from she had no idea but they excited her even more.
Lifting her eyes to Riddick's face, she found those thoughts mirrored in his satyr like expression. With a moan, she allowed her head to fall back and surrendered. If this was sin, then heaven be damned.
Riddick now added lips and teeth to his assault. First, only small, sucking kisses and brief sharp edged touches as his tongue continued its teasing. Then, broader kisses, sucking her deeper and deeper into his mouth, and longer paths glazed by his teeth.
Jenna's body responded of its on volition, writhing beneath him. She could feel the moisture oozing from her vagina coating her to her outer lips. Her clit swelled in empathy. She clamped her legs tightly together, trying to control the aching need.
Suddenly his mouth released her. But, before Jenna could utter a moan of protest, a new assault began. His tongue was on her nipple again, not flicking this time but laving it. Then with pursed lips, he blew on it.
It was ice. Jenna's whole world became ice. Her already taut nipple hardened impossibly. Nerve ends sparked throughout that side of her chest and deep within her belly. Her body arced. The arm, already lying in the space beneath Riddick's body, moved upward and her fingers taloned against his back. But, as her other arm tried to rise to embrace him fully, he restrained it; keeping her spread against the mattress.
Then his mouth was on her again. Warmth melting the ice; wonderful sucking, flicking, warmth. Then the warmth disappeared and all was ice again. Over and over, Riddick alternated the two. He controlled her body; bringing it to tense arcing and then sagging respite and arcing again.
The only part Jenna seemed to have any control over was her head. This, she lashed back and forth as moans and unconnected words escaped her mouth in a litany of pleas. Then, just when she was becoming certain that she couldn't stand any more of it, he stopped.
He began gently stroking her side from armpit to thigh; soothing, calming, relaxing strokes. Jenna felt her heartbeat slow, her muscles loosen. Her breathing steadied. Then tears began running from the corners of her eyes.
Riddick kissed her eyes, drinking her tears. He repeated the easy caresses of lip and tongue that he had started with. Soon, Jenna was floating in a fog of gentle euphoria. Even the fire between her legs had soothed to a mild ache.
She didn't even notice when Riddick's hand left off its stroking and reached once more to restrain her free arm. She watched with mild curiosity when he lifted his face from hers and shifted his body slightly. Then he licked his lips and began lowering his head toward her other breast. Her breathing was labored and her heart racing before he made his first touch.
He kept the pattern the same; the teasing flicks, the small kisses, then deeper and deeper sucking; every step in the slow escalation in intensity. But the effect was so much greater than before as the expectation of what was to come increased the stimulation of even the smallest touch. By the time he reached the first icy breath, Jenna's arousal was already almost as fierce as it had been when he had stopped before.
But now, somewhat initiated, she was more consciously in control. She also had some definite ideas about some changes in Riddick's game plan. In his intent to pleasure her, he was shutting down his own emotions. Jenna felt cheated. She wanted more from him. She wanted that intensity that had been there in the beginning. She wanted him to burn as fiercely as she burned.
She had little control while his icy breath drove her to arching frenzy. But, once his warm mouth had easy it, she intentionally arched, pushing her breast hard against his lips. Using the one thing she could think of that might influence him, she breathed his name.
"Riddick ........... please, Riddick .... want me."
Her terse plea shouldn't have made any sense but Riddick understood her completely. Her words opened the door of the cage and the beast of his need lunged free. His mouth turned hungry. His teeth captured her tightly. His tongue no longer flicked but lashed. His lips sealed around her and his sucking pulsed as if he would feed from her. His hand captured her other breast, squeezing and pulling, the thumb chaffing that nipple as his tongue did the other.
His heat inflamed Jenna's. Her belly became Vulcan's furnace; her clit and inner and outer lips white coals; lava flowed from her to bathe them. With her now freed hand, she grasp the back of his head, holding herself tightly against his mouth. With the other hand, she tried to capture a butt cheek and force his pelvis against hers.
The slick fabric of his shorts thwarted her. It filled her hand with its own slithery folds and refused to allow her a firm hold on the flesh beneath. Moans of frustration mingled with panting passion. Her mind was drowning in a pool of need. Bringing both of her hands to the waistband of the shorts, she struggled to pull them down and away only to have them snag and resist.
When Riddick's hand left her breast to reach between them, she realized that the waistband had snagged on. She immediately started to flush. This angered her. My God, she was behaving like some juvenile little twit. There was more, it seemed, to ending one's virginity than the obviation of a small piece of tissue. Her resolve stiffened and she reached up and grasped the biceps of his arm.
"No."
Riddick raised his head and looked at her questioningly. When Jenna moved her hand to his chest and pushed gently, a speculative smile curved his lips and he allowed her to maneuver him into the position she wanted. They ended up with him laying where she had been and Jenna kneeling beside him. As she shifted, Jenna's towel had fallen away. Resisting the urge to conceal herself again, she tossed it off of the bed instead.
As she stared down at Riddick, the image of this massive and powerful man laying supine and compliant gave Jenna a sensual rush that almost took her breath away. With the same reverence one might feel for a perfectly carved marble statue, Jenna began tracing the pattern of muscles across his chest, shoulders and arms. But Riddick was warm flesh not cold stone. Warm responding flesh.
After watching her for a brief moment, he relaxed and closed his eyes. As he allowed himself to concentrate on his own sensations, his face became unusually expressive. Jenna alternated between tracing fingers and stroking palms, watching his face for clues so guide her. She soon realized that this was a novel situation for Riddick. It was obvious that he had taken some effort to understand how to pleasure a woman. It saddened Jenna that it seemed that so few had ever attempted to do the same for him. Then it occurred to her that possibly he had never trusted many enough to allow it. That was even sadder.
Jenna became determined to give him as much pleasure as she could. All that reading of romance novels was finally going to serve a useful purpose. As she continued massaging with one hand, she extended a finger from the other and flicked one of his nipples with the sharp edge of the nail. A small but explosive gasp rewarded her. She repeated the move with the other nipple. This time his chest muscles ripples and a definite twitch tented the fabric of his shorts. Oh, nice.
Feeling totally wicked, Jenna lowered her mouth to the closest nipple. Sucking it tall, she nibbled it. The effect was wonderful. Riddick actually arched a little.
"Damn!"
More than that, Jenna found this excited her as much as Riddick. Oh, Lord, she loved the taste of him, the feel of his hard nub against her teeth and tongue. She attended his other nipple with even more enthusiasm. As she did so, she felt his erection against the side of her arm. Oh .... Oh, yes .....
Straightening, she reached again for the waistband of the shorts. Riddick immediately reacted, lifting his hips off of the mattress. Keeping her eyes purposefully unfocused, Jenna drew the shorts down his body and legs. They followed the towel to the floor.
Starting at his feet, Jenna slowly moved her eyes and hands upward; not rushing, letting the anticipation build for both of them. With every sign of the pleasure Riddick was experiencing, her courage grew. As she came to his inner thighs, his breath was becoming noticeably ragged. When he shifted his legs farther apart to give her better access, there was a slight jerkiness to his movements. Nor could she ignore his erection any longer. It was standing well away from his belly and was swaying and bouncing in its own show of appreciation.
Even though her medical training in this subject had been strictly book work because of her age, Jenna knew what a penis looked like. Well, she had thought she did. But none of that had prepared her for this.
It was beautiful.
A beautiful cylinder of flesh, vined with thick veins. The shaft was darker than the rest of his honey toned body and the head even darker still. The ebony, tightly curled hair at its base was night against sunlight. A drop of milky fluid hovered in the slit of its head. Following an instinctive urge, Jenna lowered her head and, flicking out her tongue, tasted it.
Riddick arched off of the mattress. His hand fastened on her thigh almost painfully. His voice was a growling hiss.
"Yessss! ... Oh, fuck, yessss!"
Jenna licked the slit again and then swirled her tongue around the head. Riddick flexed his hips, pushing himself against her lips. She had a brief second of panic. What was she supposed to do now? The absurdity of that thought hit her and she almost laughed aloud. She was quite sure that Riddick was capable of telling her if she was doing something wrong. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him deep into her mouth.
Then it was candy stick and lollypop time. And what wonderful candy it was. Velvet skinned, iron cored candy. Candy that enjoyed being sucked and licked and even gently nipped. What wonderfully animal sounds he made; each one urging Jenna on and adding to her pleasure in the act. Soon she was squirming with her own need fully aroused once again. Then she felt Riddick's hand on her butt.
"Don't stop, sweet thing. But ..... you need something, too. Shift around and straddle my face."
Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God. To pull her splintering thoughts together, Jenna concentrated on her attentions to his penis and allowed Riddick to guide her into the position he wanted. At the first touch of his fingers in her pubic hair, she moaned.
"That feels so good, sweet thing. You just make all the noise you want."
Jenna's belly clinched. She didn't know if it was because of what he said or the warm breathy whisper against her cunt. She had no time to think about it. Riddick's fingers spread her outer lips and his tongue began to explore. Then it located her clit and began its work in earnest. Lips met lips and he was kissing and sucking her as well as licking. Jenna felt like she was going to die from the intense pleasure of it.
It became harder and harder for her to maintain any control. She was doing nothing more than moaning and gasping around his erection when Riddick clasp her body tightly against his and rolled them onto their sides. Pulling away, he turned her until she was laying on her back in the middle of the bed, face to face with him. He spread her legs and lay down between them. Slipping his hands under her hips, he lifted her to his mouth once again.
With nothing else to distract her, Jenna felt herself being dragged into a swirling whirlpool of sensation. Clinching her hands in the coverlet, she allowed it to happen. But as she sank, she flew higher and higher. The midnight behind her eyelids began to flash with stars and borealis. She was an Ichorous with melting wings seeking a black sun. Then she reached it, fell into its onyx depths as her body strained, arched and spasmed with her climax.
Slowly, she returned to awareness and opened her eyes to find Riddick looming over her. She answered the question in his eyes with a sigh.
"Yes."
A gentle flex of powerful muscles and he was inside her. Totally immersed in an endorphin haze, she was barely aware of the pain as he forced her open and shredded her hymen. But then Riddick paused. His face was twisted with the effort of his control. It would have been a violent, vicious face but his eyes were soft with concern and ......... no, not that ..... She mustn't allow herself to think that. This was just sex. Nothing more. To think she would ever be anything else to him was madness.
Jenna could think of only one way to drive these thoughts from her mind. Clutching Riddick's shoulders, she thrust her body hard against his; impaled herself to the full length of him. Now, there was pain. She couldn't stop herself from crying out. Then the pleasure came. Riddick made it come. He gathered her close.
"Damn it, Jenna! Why did you do that, baby? Why?"
Jenna couldn't speak for fear of what words might come pouring out of her. She raised her hands to Riddick's head. Stroking the bare skin; Lord, how sensual it felt; she urged his lips to hers. She poured all of the emotions ripping at her into that kiss to find Riddick answering them with his own. Then he pulled away and pressed his shoulder against her mouth.
"Bite if it helps, baby."
He began with the tiniest of strokes, barely moving within her, then slowly, oh so slowly, increased the length. There was still pain at first but not as much and less and less until, by the time he was making full strokes, it had all but disappeared. Jenna was awed at the way her body so quickly adjusted until it seemed that he belonged there inside of her; had always belonged there. It was amazing, wonderful ......... a dark heaven. The emotional pleasure-pain of it was almost unbearable. She bit down on Riddick's shoulder and tasted the rusted iron of blood.
With an animal snarl, Riddick began to thrust in and out of her with full, hard strokes. Jenna attempted to flex her hips to match his but was soon beyond anything but clinging to him, moaning, as she spiraled up again toward that black sun.
Just as she reached out to touch it, Riddick groaned loudly. His body arched backward, frozen in spasming paralysis. And Jenna felt him come. Oh, God, she felt it; felt the surging pulses of his flesh and the alien flood of his cum. Sweet rapture tore through her mind, sending her body into the shuddering throws of her own climax.
This time the onyx pool didn't swallow her. She was floating on it with Richard B. Riddick in her arms.
