Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple II (26 page)

His teeth scraped against her lower lip and she moaned. The wide breadth of his hands held the sides of her head, directing the angle and depth of their kiss. His tongue filled her mouth, thrusting deep inside. Agate opened her eyes and was stunned to see his gaze staring deeply into hers, as if he’d waited for her to look at him.

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With a rough curse he broke the kiss. Her mouth felt swollen and bruised and she licked her lips to gather his taste that lingered there.

The pale blue fire of his eyes flared hot, watching her mouth intently.

“Who are you?” he asked again.

“I do not know what you mean…”

She already knew it was useless to lie to him. He could see so much, was remarkably astute. “You know what I mean. You’re strange, too strange for words.

Elevators, chocolate bars, magazines, and coffee—they’re so commonplace but you act as if you’ve never seen any of them before.”

Her spine stiffened, affronted. “But of course I have seen these things—”

“You speak English without using contractions, yet you command the language as if born to it. You speak French like a native, but use it with textbook accuracy and precision. I can’t place your accent—and I’ve studied accent and speech patterns for years in my work—and your gestures give nothing away. Except that you are uncomfortable with everyday conveniences, such as the elevator. So what the hell is going on with you, Agate—if that is your real name?”

“It
is
my real name.” She scowled, at a loss for any explanation she could give him besides the truthful one—and that she could not do without permission from the Council or The Elder himself. Her mouth tingled, her breasts ached…she could hardly think beyond her simmering passion for this man.

Therein lay an answer, or at least a temporary one.

“Do you really want to talk,” she looked at him from beneath her lashes, almost daring him to make a move, “or do you want to make love?”

Alek’s eyes burned hotter than ever.

He pushed her back against the wall, lifting her up with easy strength to rest against the hard rise of his cock. Agate sighed into his mouth, parting her lips for the invasion of his tongue.

The kiss shook both their worlds.

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Those images again, bombarding her, filling her up with every secret he possessed so that she knew him. Knew him like she knew herself. His life, his memories, fed straight to her mind and heart through their kiss.

And she was lost in the wonder of…of love. Pure and uncompromising, it was there in her heart. She wanted him, with her body and with her mind. But she also wanted him with her heart. It was foolish madness. It would eventually tear her apart. He was a human; she knew she could not have him because of that.

But she could have this.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back, she held on to him for dear life.

His mouth was so hot. It scalded a path from her mouth to her chin to her neck and she leaned her head back to allow him his sinful exploration. His hands came up to cup and mold her breasts, pressing and squeezing them until they ached and the nipples swelling to tight points.

“I wanted to fuck you raw the first second I saw you,” he growled into her ear, biting her earlobe delicately.

Agate moaned. He rocked his hips in erotic circles between her legs, bouncing her back softly against the wall with his efforts.

“I’m going to tear this shirt of yours off and suck your nipples until you scream,” he promised.

Her jacket disappeared. He removed it with efficient, practiced skill. The buttons of her shirt were no impediment to his desire. The strength of his hands tore at the fragile material, sending buttons and threads flying. She wore no bra, a fact that—from his lusty growl—pleased him greatly.

The tips of his fingers plucked at her stabbing nipples and she gasped. His head dipped, his hair tickled over her face, and he slurped one nipple greedily into his lips.

His tongue stabbed at her, licked over her, while his lips and teeth drew at the delicate flesh. Such a sweet and gentle torture was beyond anything Agate had ever experienced—she of the hundreds of sex toys, which she both designed and tested out regularly.

No mere sex toy could have prepared her for the reality of this man.

His mouth savored first one nipple, then the other, feeding on her with moist, audible sucking noises that enflamed her senses and made her rock against him with need. One of his hands came around her, plumping and squeezing her ass, moving her 162

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on him so that her cunt ground against his erection deliciously. The other held her breast captive for his hungry kisses.

Agate held him tight, her hands moving to rake through the cool silk of his bright hair. “Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” he asked darkly, knowing full well what she wanted. What she needed. “Please suck you harder?” He did, teeth scraping against her until she shuddered and cried out. “Please get you naked?”

He lowered her to the floor, unzipped the side of her skirt and jerked it down to her ankles. The wall was the only thing keeping her standing, her knees had gone weak and her head was spinning with desire. His gaze burned into hers as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and jerked them down to her ankles as well.

Kneeling at her feet now, his hands swept up to feel her naked legs, leaving goose pimples in their wake.

Then his gaze lingered, caught and held captive, on the bright white gauze of her panties. A lacy confection of her own design, it was sheer and completely scandalous, revealing the tightly trimmed fur of her cunt.

As if entranced, he stared at her, at the stain of her gathering dampness and the shadow of her red hair. With a small, lusty sigh of male appreciation he lowered to her.

His mouth pressed into her through the veil of her panties, teeth and tongue stabbing her through the fabric, wetting her with his moist breath.

Agate cried out, shaking, her hands moving to his head to help steady herself.

His fingers sought her, slipping underneath the fragile material to tease and tickle her. The tips of those fingers fondled her slit, delving into her wet need, spreading the lips wide. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and when he unerringly found it, pressed it like a secret button, she keened wildly and pulled at his hair as stars exploded behind her eyes.

Alek jerked back from her grasp, tearing her panties with his teeth. His hands made quick work of removing that last barrier and then he rose before her again. His hands roughly opened the fastening of his jeans and his erection sprang free. Heavy and thick, it bobbed and stabbed towards her, a work of such beauty she could have wept. And then he was taking her up in his arm.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, spreading herself eagerly for him.

“Hold on, baby,” he warned, licking and nibbling at her gasping mouth.

One long, deep shove and he slid home. Stretching her so tight and so full that she shrieked with the surprise and pleasure. He only had to rock against her once, sending himself deeper, and she was undone. Her climax rocked her, so swift and so hard that it shook her entire being.

Alek’s fingers sought her out, moving between their bodies to stroke and tease her clit, making her come even harder around him.

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“Let it go, yes. God, you’re so fucking ripe.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and made short, gentle thrusts with his hips. “Milk me, just like that, come on.

So tight. So wet.
Shit
,” he gritted his teeth and abruptly stilled against her.

Agate’s body pulsed and shook with the wet eruption of pleasure that spilled from deep within her. The climax eased, but her desire and need did not. If anything, the force her release had rejuvenated her passion. She wanted more.

Using the strength of her legs she bounced herself upon him, impaling herself on his thick cock over and over again. The width and breadth of his penetration stretched her, burned her, and the friction of skin against skin was so exquisite. She was gasping and keening her ecstasy in his mouth, kissing him feverishly, deeply, offering herself completely.

Alek’s hands moved to her hips to steady her, and he slammed deeper, harder in her. Filling her over and over again. Reaching nearly to her womb.

“Shit,” he said again and stopped, holding still.

“Please,” she tried to move on him, but his hands held her firmly, preventing it.

“I forgot to protect you,” he kissed the corner of her mouth.

She frowned and tried move against him again.

“I didn’t use a condom,” he laughed darkly, pressing his forehead against hers. His gaze met hers directly, searing her with the passion that simmered in their depths.

“Don’t move or I’ll spill.”

Agate smiled and bit at his bottom lip playfully. Her arms looped around his neck, holding him close. “Spill all you want, I want to be messy with your seed.”

He shuddered violently against her. “No. I’ve never…” he gasped harshly and moved in her once, hard.

“
Please
,” she begged, arching up against him so that her breasts brushed his chest through the shirt he still wore.

“Oh shit,” he gritted out and seemed to let go of his rigid self-control, slamming his hips fast and deep into her. “I can’t help it.” He seemed to be saying his thoughts aloud, unable to hold back. “You make me want to come all over you, inside your pussy, inside your mouth,” he groaned.

“I want to taste your come,” she goaded, knowing he danced along the razor edge of an explosive release.

His mouth slanted across hers in a bruising kiss.

Her back bumped over and over against the wall, her breasts bobbed heavily. Every gasp he wrung from her, every moan, he captured with his lips, drinking the sounds into his mouth like a man dying of thirst.

Her body tightened, bowing against him like a reed. Pleasure burst forth over her, like liquid starlight. It seemed her very fingertips sang with ecstasy. Agate screamed into his mouth and held on tight, her cunt squeezing him mercilessly like a swallowing mouth.

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“
Fuck
,” he exclaimed and slammed into her hard enough to rattle her very bones.

His cock pulsed like a heartbeat. The hot scalding wash of his come filled her, wet her, and burned her.

The skin of her thighs would bear the faint marks of his fingertips for days. They dug into her soft flesh, kneading and squeezing as he lost himself in the power of his release.

Long moments passed as they caught their breath. He continued to rock softly against her, small thrusts that kept the embers of her spent pleasure glowing hot. Their bodies were wet with each other, their scents mingled into one delicious perfume of passion and sex.

Alek kissed her again as if he couldn’t resist, his lips parting hers, his tongue sliding deep and wet. Like his cock, so deep and hard inside her pussy even now, so soon after their explosion.

He never let her feet touch the ground. One minute her back was pressed tight against the wall, the next he was carrying her to the bed and laying her down on the mattress.

She rose up on her elbows, eyeing him.

“Keep your legs spread wide, baby,” he urged softly. “Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

With a smile, she did, glorying in the bright flame of approval in his eyes. Feeling shameless, daring, she lowered her fingers to herself, spreading the lips of her sex open like the petals of a flower.

Alek’s hands were impatient and rough as he divested himself of his clothing. His eyes never left her, watching her fingers play over her clit and thrust into her hole.

Agate raised one of her damp, glistening fingers to her mouth. Her tongue licked out, tasting the honey and cream of their mixed fluids. Their eyes were locked now, their souls and hearts laid bare and open.

“Who are you?” he asked, so softly she almost didn’t hear him.

“Your lover,” she murmured.

“Yes. Mine,” he said as if to himself. “All mine…”

Nude now, glorious and golden, he palmed his cock and stroked himself slowly, letting her see him. Agate felt her breath catch. He was so thick, so long. Still wet from her body, still hard. Perfect in every way.

“Spread wider for me, baby. Let me see you,” his husky voice was a caress all its own. “Yes. Just like that.”

He came down on the bed, on her, grabbing an ankle with one hand and the base of his cock with another. Pushing her ankle up high, almost to her shoulder, he positioned the head of his thickness at her slit. Rubbed her with it, smearing himself in her wetness.

“So beautiful,” he breathed.

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Agate sighed, feeling his heat and his touch throughout.

Slowly and gently, he pressed into her. He released her ankle and reached up to smooth away an errant lock of her hair that had fallen across her face. “I don’t know what it is about you,” he mused. “You make me feel…so much. Too much.”

Their lips met. His cock filled her completely, one sure stroke to the hilt. His hands swept over her body, petting her, soothing and easing her beneath his weight.

“Alek,” she sighed his name, feeling the echo of it sing in her heart.

“Say it again,” he pressed light kisses to her eyes, nose and chin.

“Alek, Alek, Alek,” she breathed it over and over again like a mantra.

“Lovely lips,” he praised, licking and sucking at them. And he began to move on her, to rock into her body with his. Where before their passion had been a firestorm, it was now a warm and gentle wave that flowed sweetly. It took them deeper into something soft and dreamy that was somehow far more explosive than anything they had ever experienced.

Their bodies rolled, mussing the bed. Their limbs entwined, their hair tangled and their sweat dampened each other’s skin. The sounds of their sighs and moans and gasps had the mysterious rhythm of primal music.