Page 8 of Varro's Human Bride
He removed her sandals from her feet, then continued pushing her dress down her body, working it over her hips and drawing it off her legs. He tossed it onto a nearby chair and she quivered in place on the bed, knowing he would soon touch her naked body.
He trailed his fingers along the underside of her breast. “You’re beautiful, Caylee.”
“Thank you,Xerr.” Luckily, after weeks posing as Caylee aboard theZenallia, it didn’t feel strange being called by the name that was not truly her own. She prayed she never misspoke when she introduced herself to anyone on this planet.
She eyed Varro’s clothing, wondering when he would get undressed. He wore black pants, black boots, and a sleeveless, dark gray shirt that revealed his bulging biceps. What would he look like naked? She became heated all over as she imagined him stripping off his clothes and pressing his naked body to hers.
He bent over her and took one nipple into his mouth, circling the hardening bud with his warm tongue. She whimpered as the heat gathering in her core pulsed harder. Still tending to her breast, he trailed one hand down her stomach, until he reached her aching pussy. He cupped her there, giving her privates a firm squeeze, and lifted his head from her bosom to meet her gaze.
“You belong to me now, sweet human. All of you,” he said, squeezing her pussy hard enough to make her gasp, then loosened his grip and traced her smooth folds, “and I plan to use you often.”
His words should’ve outraged her.
Instead, they left her trembling with need.
She arched into his touch as he gently parted her nether lips.
“Is all this wetness for your master?” His deep voice rumbled against her ear, inciting a rush of shivers.
Her only response was another needy whimper. Her head spun as he probed her further, sliding two fingers into her tightness. His dark eyes met hers and he pushed deeper into the core of her, stretching her and forcing her legs wider apart. She panted for air as pleasurable tingles swept over her, even as the pulses between her thighs were interspersed with brief instances of pain. She’d never had anything inside her like this before and she’d had no idea how it would feel.
She knew only one thing—she didn’t wish for him to stop. Despite her nervousness, she wanted him to keep going, keep pushing deeper and stretching her wider.
I plan to use you often.
His words from only moments ago sped through her mind, making her shudder anew as she held his otherworldly gaze, transfixed by the bottomless depths of his stunning black eyes.
I’m really here. On Tarrkua. With my new husband.
And he’s about to claim me as his.
Her pulse jumped and she once again prayed he came to love her. But all thoughts of how she might make that happen faded as he pressed his thumb to her clit. She gasped and quivered under his masterful touch. Still keeping two fingers submerged within her, he spread her growing moisture overtop her sensitive nubbin and circled it with precise strokes.
The pleasure built and built, and before she even realized what was happening, a blinding wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
“Oh!” She closed her eyes and moaned, reality seeming to fade around her as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. It left her breathless with her limbs weakened, and when it finally ended and she tried to open her eyes, it took more effort than she expected.
Varro was still staring at her, his dark unfathomable gaze boring into her as if he were reading her mind. Her stomach abruptly flipped at that prospect. She sincerely hoped he had no such abilities.Don’t be silly. If Tarrkuans could read minds, you would have heard about it while aboard the Zenallia.She exhaled a long breath, trying to push her worries aside. Would there ever come a time when she would be able to feel truly comfortable around Varro? Or would she always be keeping secrets and praying he never found out?
“You look beautiful while you’re in the throes of a release, Caylee.” His deep voice rippled over her like the sweetest caress. His praise caused her face to heat, and she blushed even hotter when he rose from the bed and finally removed all his clothing.
He stood gloriously naked before her, his big, muscular blue body finally revealed to her. Oh God. She couldn’t believe how sexy he was. His arms were powerful, his biceps bulging impossibly large, and his legs were thickly muscled as well. And his cock…she could scarcely catch her breath once she glanced at it. His hardened appendage jutted out from his impressive form, big and blue with a glint of moisture on the tip, which she quickly realized was a drop of precum. She gulped past the sudden dryness in her throat as he crawled on the bed beside her.
This was really going to happen. She was about to mate with a Tarrkuan.
Her heart had never raced so fast and everything between her thighs began to ache anew, as if she hadn’t just had the best orgasm of her life.
She found herself reaching for him and cupped the side of his face. At first, he appeared startled by her action, his muscles tensing as an almost angry look overcame him, but after a few seconds he relaxed and leaned into her touch. She couldn’t help but wonder about his odd reaction to her holding the side of his face and wondered if she should apologize.
But he soon placed his hand atop hers and gave her a comforting look, as if to say, “It’s all right. You can keep touching me.” Her heart pounded faster as she allowed her fingertips to dance over his high cheekbones. He had the most uniquely beautiful facial features of any Tarrkuan male she’d ever seen. His jaw was wide and strong, yet his cheekbones were high, almost regal in appearance, and his ears were set higher in his head than most of his kind. His skin was rough, almost like sandpaper, though she didn’t see even the slightest amount of stubble.
She offered him a small smile and shifted to trace her fingers down his neck. His skin was just as rough there, and she soon discovered his entire body, aside from his lips and the palms of his hands, was firm and rough. She marveled at the differences between them and supposed Tarrkuans had developed thick rough skin during their evolution for better protection.
Varro crawled atop her as she traced the hard lines of his stomach, mesmerized by the beauty of his strong, masculine body.
“You’re like a work of art,” she said, then her eyes widened because she hadn’t meant to say it aloud. “I-I mean you’re so beautiful. Your skin, your muscles, and I…” Her words trailed off and a heated flush engulfed her. She couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing. He must think her a stammering fool.
But a pleased expression soon crossed his face and he leaned down to kiss her. He wedged his legs between hers and his hard cock slid through her gathering moisture. To her shock, he didn’t have to hold his cock in hand in order to make it move up and down over her slit, it moved all by itself, as easily as an arm or leg. She gasped as his tongue swept inside her mouth, surprised by the movements of his manhood. Though she’d never had sex before, she’d fooled around with enough human men to know this was another difference between them, as human men definitely couldn’t make their cocks move in such a way. She shuddered when the tip of his length pressed directly atop her clit.
