Night of Fire (9 page)

Barely believing what she was doing, she took hold of his
wrist and guided him closer to her baby-place, her pussy.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She wasn’t sure of anything, least of all herself. Right now
the only thing that mattered was finding escape from the image of each of them
walking alone. And only one thing would bring that escape.

“There—there was no one in your bed,” she managed. His
fingertips brushed the hair around her pussy, but already she was losing touch
with her surroundings.

“No, there wasn’t.”

“If—if you could bring a woman there,” she managed, “a woman
who has come for sex, what would you have her do?”

“That’s a hell of a question.”

“You have not thought of such a thing?”

“I’m a red-blooded man. Of course I have, practically
fulltime, back when I was a teenager.”

He started rolling some of her pubic hair back and forth.
Because he was doing so gently, it didn’t hurt, but it wouldn’t take much to
turn pleasure into pain. Despite that, she trusted him.

Trust this man who the stone said would live alone in a great
house?

“What about you?” he asked. “Back when you were a virgin,
didn’t you have thoughts—needs? Don’t tell me you never touched yourself here?”

He began a slow circuit of her pussy, not touching her
hungry labial lips but their outsides. Just like that, she felt as if he’d
touched her with a burning branch. She braced her arms behind her and leaned
back so he could have easier access.

“You’re incredible, Maia. Your pussy’s a playground to you,
isn’t it? No hang-ups.”

He’d said that word before. She wasn’t sure what it meant
except that to have a hang-up meant she wouldn’t want him to touch her pussy,
her cunt.

“No,” she told him, and slid closer to him.

“Whew. You’ve got that right.”

He’d completed one journey and had started another. This
time his fingers tiptoed closer to her cunt lips. The blaze he’d started burned
hotter. She wanted him to put his fingers deep inside her so she could close
her muscles down around him and keep him there. If she didn’t, when this last
mating was over, he’d go back to his world and the things that were important
to him, and she’d…

With a start, she realized he’d completed his second journey
around her sex-place. Her breasts felt hot and heavy as she waited for him to
start again. He didn’t.

“I don’t want this to be fast, Maia,” he said. “I want it to
last.”

“So—do I.”

He sighed, the sound long and slow. “Shit, I don’t want to
think. That’s the hell of it, I don’t want to think.”

They could do that, couldn’t they? Just be?

Taurus hadn’t told her what he wanted her to do, but when he
took hold of her blood-stained gown, she lifted her arms so he could pull it
off. Then she said she wanted him naked and he complied. Maybe he’d wanted her
to disrobe him, but she didn’t trust her strength. Besides, she loved watching
him unfasten his strange clothes and push what he called his slacks down his
well-muscled legs. Even before he removed his briefs, she saw enough of his
cock to know it was large and hard enough to completely fill her.

And not just her pussy.

“There is a thing husbands and wives sometimes do,” she said
when he stood naked over her. “Not always does a man put his cock in a woman’s
pussy.”

“Is that a fact?” He was looking at the space between her
legs. “And how do you know about that?”

“You know my people do not sleep each to their own house.
That way, together, we can share what we have.”

“Maybe it’s better that way,” he muttered. “So you’ve
watched more than just your parents going at each other? Having sex, I mean.”

“Yes.” She bent her legs a little to make it easier for him
to see her pussy. Although he was no longer touching her, the fire he’d started
hadn’t gone out, and she felt warm fluid building inside her. “Sometimes the
women take their husband’s cocks into their mouths. Do you like that?”

“You’re assuming I’ve, ah, had the pleasure of that
experience?”

“Have you not?”

“Guilty as charged, but don’t ask for details because you’re
not getting them.” He lowered himself to his knees and was so close that she
could easily stretch out her toes and rub them against him. She’d have to
change positions to reach his cock however.

“You might have been a virgin,” he said. “But you’re pretty
earthy. I think—maybe that’s what I sensed when you walked up to me that first
time.”

She wondered if he had any idea how nervous she’d been. More
than that, she wanted to ask if he too had to guard against thoughts of what
would happen when this mating was over.

Determined to put that off, she slid closer and spread her
legs so he was now between them. He wasn’t smiling, and his eyes seemed to have
sunk deep in his skull. “What are you thinking?” she made herself ask.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“That’s right, Maia. My thoughts don’t go beyond this
moment. I won’t let them.”

She reached out and grazed a fingertip over the underside of
his cock. As she did, the sacs where his seed was stored tightened. Curious
about what else she could make them do, she cradled them in her palm and then
folded her fingers over them.

“I think—” He kept his eye on what she was doing. “That
might be what they mean by having a man right where you want him, or maybe it’s
having my balls in the palm of your hand.”

“This.” She lightly jiggled his balls. “This is an amazing
thing. So soft.”

“So vulnerable.”

So am I
, she nearly told him. Because she didn’t
dare, she released his balls and slid her fingers over his cock. Although his
skin here was just as soft as the flesh over his balls, beneath that he was all
hardness, all strength. “How were you injured?” she asked.

“Injured?”

She indicated the knob at the top. “The flesh which covers a
man’s cock is missing. You cannot have been born like this. Who hurt you?”

He shrugged. “Probably the pediatrician. I was circumcised
at birth so my memory’s pretty sketchy.”

“Cir-cum-cised? What is that?”

“That—that flesh you’re talking about is called foreskin.
For reasons I’m not going to go into, the majority of American boys have that
removed.”

“How cruel!” Did he want her to kiss him there? Maybe he
didn’t want to be reminded of the pain. “I would hate to live where such things
are done.”

“It’s all right. I have no memory—”

“But why?”

“Maia, I’ll never be able to explain everything about my
time and people.”

And it doesn’t matter because when you return to it that
will be the end of us.

Although the ground wasn’t free of twigs and other sharp
things, she didn’t hesitate to position herself on her side so she could get
her mouth close to Taurus’ cock. It was larger than she’d expected, at least it
felt that way against her lips. Despite her initial shock, she opened her mouth
and licked the tip. The tiny bit of moisture there tasted salty.

She didn’t expect this to happen, but her pussy moisture
increased, and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. He must have
seen because he leaned over and ran his hand over her hip. Just like that, her
pussy fire increased. Much as she wanted to spread her legs again so he could
play there, she didn’t. Soon, yes, but now was for him.

She thought he’d warn her to be careful not to bite him, but
he didn’t. Every man acted as if his cock was precious, and she wanted Taurus
to know she understood. After licking him again and hearing him gasp, she
opened her mouth as far as it would go and settled it around him. She wanted to
feel him deep in her throat and give him shelter there, but she might gag if
she went any farther. If they had more time, more days and nights together,
she’d learn—

No
! She refused to take her thoughts beyond now.

Her cunt was deep and large enough to swallow all of him, it
seemed cruel that her mouth wasn’t made the same way. Just the same, she
managed to draw her tongue out of the way while he was going in. Now she
touched, licked and caressed every bit of his cock that she could reach. His
hold on her hipbone tightened. Closing down with her lips, she alternated
between pushing and pulling motions.

He must have liked that because he took hold of the sides of
her head and helped with the rhythm. Having his cock in her mouth, close to her
teeth, gave her an unexpected sense of power. Was it possible, did men sometimes
release their seed inside a woman’s mouth? If so, what did the women do with
it? Those questions kept her from concentrating fully on what she was doing.

Although she hated to, at length there was no denying that
her jaw muscles were getting tired, and she reluctantly pushed him out of her.
Instead of leaving him completely, she cradled his tip between her lips,
softness against softness, moisture mating with moisture.

“That was mind-blowing,” he whispered. “Are you trying to
make me your slave?”

“My people do not have slaves!” she gasped, appalled. “Only
barbarians do.”

“That’s a figurative slave, not literal,” he told her. “And
I’m glad to know that. Now because I seem to have broken your concentration
it’s my turn.”

She had no idea what he was talking about until he
positioned her so she was on her back, her legs bent and wide-spread. A
momentary embarrassment because she couldn’t remember when she’d last bathed
herself turned into hot anticipation as he lowered himself before her exposed
cunt. For a moment he remained still and silent. She ached to know what he was
thinking but didn’t dare ask.

“I can’t remember my past,” he muttered. “Anything about it.
You’ve stolen it from me.”

“I do not steal.”

“Don’t you? Never mind, right now neither of us wants to go
there.”

She hoped he would explain himself, but he didn’t say a
word. Looking up at the sky the way she was, she couldn’t see what he was going
to do, but she trusted him. Besides, she now lacked the strength to move.

Something warm and soft and moist touched her inner thigh,
sending a fiery shudder through her. Halfway through trying to determine what
he was doing, she decided to simply let it happen—or maybe
decide
wasn’t
it at all.

He stayed there, painting her sensitive flesh, covering her
in dampness. Somewhere in the middle of feeling—just feeling—she realized he
was bathing her with his tongue. He periodically deserted her hungry skin, but
he always returned, and when he did, he was newly wet. When he moved from her
thigh to the fold between leg and pussy, she started to shake—just a little but
it was impossible to control. She thought she heard him chuckle, but her head
was roaring now, and she couldn’t be sure.

He stayed there for what seemed a long time, teasing her
entrance. Her hunger for him grew until she felt starved, and her woman’s
moisture increased. Inside her cunt something was swelling, becoming hot and
hard—desperate to escape.

Using his hands, he separated her burning pussy lips. Then,
while she helped by lifting her so-heavy hips and widening her stance, he
licked at the entrance to her clitoris. Her nerves there hummed, the tempo
increasing. Now she felt hot everywhere, even the top of her head. She’d broken
out in a sweat.

He licked again, deeper this time, the tip of his tongue
intruding. She began whipping her head from side to side but was only barely
aware of what she was doing. She moaned then her breath whistled.

Deeper now, tongue pushing in, seeming to laugh inside her,
light and strong all at the same time. She couldn’t keep her hips on the ground
and dismissed the strain in her lower back as she struggled to make herself
even more accessible.

His tongue—his tongue on that hard, swollen piece of her he
called her clit—challenged and caressed it all at the same time. She couldn’t
think how to breathe and had ceased to exist except where he’d laid his claim.

Her engorged organ was filling her, taking up every bit of
space, maybe forcing his tongue out. Still he pressed against it and seemed to
be trying to cleanse every part of it. Would it explode?

Would she?

She tried to sit up so she could watch the explosion, but
she felt weaker than she’d been right after the priest stabbed her. Fear lapped
at her consciousness because he shouldn’t be capable of doing that to her. Then
the fear slid into something else.

There! There it was! Everything wrapped up in his
experienced and demanding tongue, his fingers spreading her as if her cunt had
been ripped open, ruling, controlling. Helpless, she writhed to his rhythm—to
her own rhythm.

It
was happening again! No longer herself, she became
some primitive creature instead, an animal perched at the edge of a mountain
cliff. Not seeking safety but leaping off into space, fire and something beyond
her comprehension leaping with her.

Sobbing. Screaming.

* * * * *

She’d landed. She didn’t know where she was or how long
she’d been there. Her muscles had a little strength now, not enough, but better
than total helplessness.

Taurus was still between her legs. His tongue was no longer
inside her, maybe because she’d bucked him out of her. But he wasn’t done with
her, and gradually she realized that he had hold of her pussy lips and was
lightly massaging them.

“You come easily. From virgin to a woman of experience
didn’t take long,” he said.

“You,” she whispered. “You have done this thing to me.”

His touch was so gentle, a caress. “Maybe I have,” he said.
“If that’s true, it scares the hell out of me.”

“Why?” she asked, and tried to sit up. He pushed her back
down.

“Because this has gone way beyond a one-night stand.”

His somber tone penetrated her fog, and this time she
managed to work herself into a reclining position. He lay on his side, one arm
propping him up much as she’d done when she had his cock in her mouth. His
fingers were still between her legs, close—so close—to her pussy.

“Your clit is unbelievably responsive,” he said, and yet she
had the feeling he wasn’t thinking about that.

“Yes,” she admitted. “It is. Taurus, you have not yet come.
I want to give you that.”

“Before I take a hike, is that what you mean?”

Now that her vision had cleared, she saw the sorrow and
bewilderment in his eyes. She felt the same way. Knowing he was going to return
to his world where he had important things to do made her heart ache. If only
The Lady or dagger stone had told her it would turn out this way!

She couldn’t keep him here. Silence was safe. Silence and
action.

Repositioning herself so she too was propped up on one arm
with his sex organ within easy reach, she picked a few blades of grass and used
them to lightly paint his cock. Around and around she went, dragging the soft,
sweet blades over every part of it. His erection had already been huge, but it
seemed as if her caresses were making him even more so. Scooting down, she
leaned toward the fascinating space between his legs and breathed on the
glistening tip.

He gasped and fisted his fingers in her hair. She looked up
at him. Then, because the clouds in his eyes scared her, she turned her
attention back to what she was doing.

“From earliest childhood,” she told him because she didn’t
want silence after all, “I have seen men’s seed-makers. Like women’s breasts,
each is different.” Putting down the grass, she cupped her hand under his balls
and lifted them. Knowing she might never do this again brought her to the brink
of tears, and she kept her head angled so he couldn’t see. “Being naked is
nothing to us. Neither is hearing and seeing people having sex.”

“It—it’s not like that where I come from.”

Where you come from and where you will return.
“Is
your way better?” Cradling his balls to keep them warm, she blew on them. He
shuddered.

“Better?” His voice had a strangled quality. “Hell, no.”

“What is good about it then?”

“Don’t go there, Maia. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Maybe he wanted her to leave now, stand and walk away
without saying a word. No, his cock was telling her that he wanted her.
Besides, she’d made him a promise. Releasing his balls, she picked up the grass
again. This time she draped the slender blades over his tip, his moisture kept them
in place.

“Bel-fire is a time of celebration,” she told him. “We pick
flowers and other living things and decorate our homes. Today I decorate you.”