Healer's Touch (19 page)

Gripping her hips, he fucked her slowly, watching as he pulled all the way out, watching as he inched back inside, glorying in the sight and feel of her taking him all the way in. He could feel his crisis building already, his balls snugging up in readiness, the muscles low in his abdomen coiling tighter and tighter. With one thumb he pressed down hard on the button of her clit, rubbing it without gentleness. She moaned, her inner muscles beginning to quiver.

“God, ahhh,
god,
Aru, Aru, Aru…”

The sound of his name on her lips sent him careening over the edge.

“Paldir help me…” Aru hissed, feeling his cock swell inside her shuddering cunt. The pressure in him built until he thought he would explode, and then he did, his vision going black as his orgasm crashed over him like a breaker. A long, low cry tore from his throat as his seed jetted in hot spurts against her womb, her spasming muscles milking him for every drop.

When he could see again, it was to find her smiling up at him, her lips red and swollen from his kisses, her breasts heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Tears poured from the corners of her eyes to soak the hair at her temples.

I love you, Aru.
That was what she had said, before, and her eyes said it again now.
I love you, Aru.

He opened his mouth, but could find no words. Her face blurred, the light around him splintering as his own eyes filled with tears. She reached out her hand, and he caught it, lifted her toward him, gathered her against his chest. Buried his face in her hair and held her and vowed never to let her go.

Cradling her tight against him, he rose, his hands supporting her under her bottom. He could hardly believe what he had just done, taking her on the floor of his front hall. Their first time together ought to have been amid beautiful surroundings, a featherbed dressed in the finest linens under the glow of a hundred candles. And yet, he could not have imagined anything more thrilling than shoving her up against the front door of his house and burying his cock to the hilt between her legs.

Ah, Aru,
she had said to him that first night in her room,
for such an old man, you don't know much at all.
He was beginning to realize just how true that was. In a fog of wonderment, he carried her up the stairs to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, settling her astride his lap.

She drew back from him, looking into his eyes, her tears dried up. Her fingers tunneled through his hair as if she couldn't get enough of the feel of it.

“Why?” he asked, brushing her tousled hair back from her face. Needing to know. “I was cruel and bitter and selfish, and you deserved none of it. Why did you come back?”

“Because I love you,” she said, her fingers trailing along his brow, smoothing away his frown.

“Why do you love me?”

She shrugged and smiled with one corner of her mouth. “Because I cannot help myself. Why do you love me?”

He turned his gaze inward, but all he saw there was a light that blinded him with joy. He felt like laughing and crying all at once. “Because I cannot help myself,” he said.

She laughed and kissed him, leaning forward until he gave in to her urging and lay back on the bed. Her hair hung around his face like a curtain, closing them off from the rest of the world as she kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. She tasted of sunlight and honey and cinnamon, of woman, of earth, of life. He plunged his hands into her thick, dark curls, his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth, and despite all his resolve could not help but succumb to her.

 

She had thought his hair soft, but it was as brittle straw next to the softness of his lips. Softer than silk, than talc, than down, softer even than Inella's female flesh against Viera's probing tongue. Kissing him was like kissing a cloud.

She knelt astride him, his burgeoning cock pressed delightfully against her slick pussy. As she continued to tease his lips, he nudged upward, prodding at her entrance, but she chuckled low in her throat.

“Be patient, Aru,” she said against his mouth. “I want to savor this.”

His hands tightened in her hair, pulling her head back so he could look at her. “You speak to a man who has not touched a woman in eight hundred years. Patience has lost its appeal.”

She grinned down at him, reaching between them to wrap her hand around his cock where it protruded from his open fly. Her grin widened as his eyes glazed and his breath hissed in. His skin was smooth under her touch, his cock hard and sleek as polished bone, but hot with trapped blood and throbbing in her grasp. She pulled on it once, twice, then shinnied down his body until her feet hit the floor.

He was obviously expecting something wonderful involving her mouth and his prick. When he realized he wasn't about to get it, he glared up at her in mute incredulity. She smiled and began to unfasten the laces of her bodice. His expression of indignation dissolved into one of absolute awe as her dress slipped down to pool at her feet. She wore only a translucent camisole beneath, its hem brushing her woman's curls, white silk stockings with satin garters and her red kidskin boots. He sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head. Muscles rippled under the skin of his torso, and her fingers itched to explore every inch of them.

Instead, she stepped closer, lifted one foot and placed the toe against the center of his chest. His eyes flew to her face. She merely lifted one brow and waited. His throat worked as he swallowed and turned his attention to her boot. With shaking fingers, he unhooked her laces and pulled them loose, then slipped her boot from her foot. His chest heaved like a forge bellows as he unfastened her garter and dragged her stocking down her calf and off. Rewarding him with a sly smile, she switched legs. By the time he finished with her other boot and stocking, his whole body was trembling with excitement. To tease him, she placed her bare foot on the bed beside him so her pussy hovered temptingly right before his face.

Reaching up, he wrapped a lock of her hair around his wrist and pulled her head down for his kiss. She opened her lips to him, letting him plunge his tongue deep, feeling his breath blast from his nostrils like dragon fire against her cheek. Then slowly she sank to her knees and nudged his legs apart, tugged his trousers further down. With a groan, he released her lips, relaxed his grip on her hair.

His cock was right in front of her. She could smell herself on him, her musk mingled with the bittersweet scent of his come. Her belly coiled and clenched at the very thought of tasting him. She looked up at him. His face was a mask of unslaked need, his eyes like jewels, hard and bright, his grip on her hair tight enough to send a shiver of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt. She kept her gaze fastened to his as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around him.

His cock was as pale and perfect and smooth as the rest of him, only the slightest rippling under the skin hinting at the veins that fed his male flesh. She sucked gently at first, until his eyes fluttered closed, then pulled more strongly, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, dipping it into the slit at the very tip of him, tasting the salty flavor of his seed. Inch by inch, she took him deeper into her mouth, his shaft disappearing as she swallowed him. His hips bucked as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, and she blinked away reflexive tears, drawing back and letting him slip from her mouth.

His cry at the abandonment was a sound of pure frustration. Ever merciful, she replaced her mouth with her hand, pumping it deliberately up and down his length, and dragged her tongue across the bare, unblemished skin of his sac, relishing his gasp of pleasure. Sinking ever deeper into a pool of feminine power and desire, she gently suckled one testicle, then the other, her fingers toying with the skin where his sac met his groin. He spread his legs wider, collapsing back on the bed in the helplessness of his need. With a sly smile, she licked the tip of one finger, wiggled it between his buttocks and prodded at the small, tight opening she found there.

“Paldir help me!” he gasped as her fingertip pushed past the outer ring of muscle, his cock releasing a trickle of fluid that dripped down onto her hand. She worked his shaft harder, rolling his balls against her tongue, thrusting her finger further in, past the second ring and into the snug, clinging tunnel beyond.

He lay on the bed, his hands covering his face as she pumped her hand up and down his cock and shoved that single finger deeper and deeper inside his anus. The sound of his labored breath filled the space, drowned out the small, wet noises of her tongue on his sac.

“Do you like that?” she asked, knowing what his answer would be.

“God, yes, Viera!
Please,
you must stop.”

She chuckled, nuzzling the base of his sac. “Why must I?”

He growled, his hand closing around hers and ceasing its motions on his member. “If you unman me I will be of no further use to you.”

She slid her finger from his anus and dropped his cock. “Can't have that, can we?”

Gliding her hands up his torso, she climbed his length until her cunt was poised right above his cock. Keeping her eyes on his, she settled her wet nether lips on him, wedging his shaft along her furrow. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in. She brushed her thumbs over his nipples, so strange—tiny, red pebbles without areolae—yet so perfect in form. They tightened, standing erect, and she bent her head to taste one. Suckled gently, then bit. He gasped, and she soothed his pain with a tender swipe of her tongue.

“Come here, witch,” he murmured, his head lifting from the bed to catch one of her nipples in his mouth. Through the fabric of her camisole, he sucked hard, then his hands came up and pressed both of her breasts together so he could lave both nipples at the same time. Soon a patch of wetness covered the fine silk, the cool kiss of the moistened fabric pulling her nipples into ever-tighter points.

Grabbing her beneath the arms, he dragged her up his length until her cunt hovered just over his face. She knelt there, legs quivering, waiting for him to kiss her, waiting for him to give her what she wanted.

 

He hadn't been entirely truthful when he'd told her to stop. As he slid his tongue into her slit, he thought he could, even unmanned, quite happily spend the whole of the day pleasuring her, discovering how many times he could send her over the edge, just how far he could push her beautiful Anduni body.

Her legs vibrated with the need to remain motionless as he enjoyed a leisurely taste of her dripping cunt, from her opening up to the glistening jewel of her clit. Her woman's wet mingled with his come, a flavor that captivated him. Hooking his tongue beneath the hood of her clit, he wiggled it back and forth and slid both thumbs into her weeping channel. As her cries grew more and more insistent, he suckled her harder, flicking his tongue across the resilient tag of flesh, coaxing it to even greater firmness. Then, with an inward grin, he slipped one slicked thumb from her cunt and nudged it against her other opening, giving her the exact same treatment she had just given him. Pushing past the outer ring of muscle, he gently reamed the snug hole, then let his other thumb join the first.

“Ah, god, Aru,” she hissed, tilting her hips to give him better access to her clit. “Make me come,
Aru…
”

With a growl deep in his throat, he clamped his teeth around her straining clit, just hard enough to edge toward pain, and jammed his thumbs to the hilt in her anus. Her wail rewarded him, high and keening, as fluid flooded from her shuddering sex onto his waiting tongue. As her orgasm rocked her, he slid his thumbs from her and lapped at her furrow with long, slow strokes, listening with a degree of smugness to her contented mewling.

Leaving her on her knees, he slid out from under her spread legs, dragged his trousers the rest of the way off and clambered upright behind her. She rested on her elbows as if her spine had turned to jelly and could no longer support her weight. Her bottom was on delightful display, two perfectly round globes of creamy flesh flanking the delicious array of her woman's charms. Her cunt glistened with wetness, her clit protruding like a red bead. The puckered rose of her anus still twitched with the aftereffects of orgasm, beckoning him with the promise of sin.

Unable to resist, Aru bent his head and pressed his mouth to it, prodding with his tongue.

“Aru!”
she gasped, her whole body jerking in shock.

He grabbed her buttocks when she tried to pull away from him, his fingers pressing into the softness of her flesh, holding her still. “There is no part of you that isn't beautiful to me,” he said, pressing a kiss to one of the dimples above the roundness of her ass. “Let me love every inch of you.” And he returned his tongue to its task, lapping and toying at the tightly puckered hole, worming its way inside.

“God!” she rasped, bucking under the ministrations of his mouth.
“God!”

“Mmm, but I am not god,” he said with a smile, pressing a last kiss to her rosebud before replacing his tongue with two fingers of one hand. “Say me my name,” he ordered, his voice thickening as his fingers sank deep into her rear passage. “It resounds sweetly on your tongue.”

“Aru,”
she moaned, her back arching until her breasts flattened against the mattress. “Aru, Aru, Aru, fuck me…”

He reared up above her, taking his cock in his free hand, reveling in the feel of her anus grasping at his fingers, the muscles contracting and relaxing as he stretched her. His breath beginning to rasp, he slid his cock into the tight heat of her cunt, coating it in her slickness, then withdrew.

“Shall I, Viera?” he asked, his voice guttural and strange in his ears as he slid his fingers from her grasping anus and placed the head of his cock against it.

She made a sound, half laugh half sob. “Please, god, Aru, if you do not, I shall die.”

“Can't have that,” he murmured with a grin.

Slowly, inexorably, he pushed against her, feeling the outer circle give way to the pressure. With gentle fingers, he gathered more of the wetness from her cunt and spread it around her anus to ease his passage. Then he gripped her buttocks, his fingers biting into the tender flesh as he continued to thrust forward. He watched, mesmerized, as the puckered hole stretched and swallowed his cock until the head was fully seated inside her snug tunnel. His limbs trembling with the effort of restraint, he waited until her body accustomed itself to the invasion, then pressed forward again.