only sink back into the exquisite, amazing feel of her mouth sucking him as she toyed
with his balls. Then one wet finger slipped lower, trailing along his perineum to his
anus. She massaged the opening gently until he relaxed, and slid her finger in. She
found the swollen bump of his prostate and he stiffened and gasped.
Holy shit, when had she learned that?
Rubbing it, she pulled her mouth from his cock and he opened his eyes. She looked
up at him, a strange little smile on her mouth.
“You really, really like this, don’t you?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
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“You have no idea,” he replied. “Please don’t stop. I think I’m going to die if you
don’t touch me more.”
She flicked his cock head with her tongue again and he shuddered. Pre-come
welled up in the slit. Her tongue darted out again and she tasted him, her finger
massaging his prostate, working it until he shivered and moaned.
“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she said. “I’ve read about this, but it’s fascinating to learn
about it in a bit more…hands-on kind of way.”
She dipped her head once more, playing with his cock, nuzzling it and rubbing it
against her cheeks, swirling his fluid around her face. That was just too much, he
couldn’t take any more torture.
Daaron reached down into her hair with both hands, gently guiding her mouth to
his cock. Tessa took the hint, sucking him in deeply as she stroked his nether gland
steadily. She seemed to understand that he’d had enough of teasing, that it was time to
take things seriously. She sucked and his cock hit the back of her mouth. Then she
swallowed and he slid into her throat. Holy Goddess, that was new too. The tightness of
mouth and throat was almost more than he could handle. His cock was so hard, so
hungry and eager for her body that he wasn’t sure he’d last another minute.
Her fingers continued to play with his balls, but he’d moved past the need for
stimulation there. The root of his cock ached to be touched, and he grabbed her free
hand, clasping it around his length. Now she held him in every way possible.
Daaron dropped both his hands to the bed, bracing himself to keep from thrusting
his hips up and hurting her. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him, erotic in
her abandon. He’d never been so aroused in his entire life. Never. In that moment he
thanked the Goddess for their strange marriage, regardless of how irregularly it had
begun.
In fact, he couldn’t figure out why he’d waited so long to take her. It would have
been so easy to sneak up and steal her braids in the lab at night. Back then it had never
occurred to him that he wanted her for longer than an evening. Now he knew better.
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Tessa belonged to him and he’d die before giving her up.
Her head flew up and down, fingers squeezing him tightly as he shuddered with
need and the first tremors of approaching orgasm. Her touch on his prostate was almost
painful, it felt so good. She sensed his urgency, working him faster and faster, sucking
him hard until her cheeks caved him. He moaned and thrashed his head, heart
pounding and breath tight in his chest. Then he couldn’t breathe at all as waves of
intense pleasure and release washed through him. His hips bucked, spraying seed into
her waiting mouth. She sucked him eagerly, swallowing his essence. After a moment
she pulled slowly away, sitting up on the bed beside him.
“I appreciate what you did for my mother,” she said, wiping her rosy mouth
delicately with one hand.
“If that’s how you thank me, I’m going to have to think of some other things to
make you grateful,” he said weakly. “Although probably not too soon. I don’t think I
can handle anything like that again for a while.”
“Oh really?” she asked, her tone arch and challenging. “I heard you can handle
quite a bit. In fact, I heard that you took on four girls at one party back in school. In
front of everyone. Any truth to that rumor?”
“I wouldn’t dream of discussing my past with you,” he said, rolling forward to sit
up. He shot her a smug smile. “But if I did, I might clarify that it was six.”
Tessa raised her eyebrows, and they both laughed.
“Arrogant,” she said.
“Stubborn,” he countered, leaning over and kissing her.
“Spoiled.”
“Rotten,” he agreed, smiling. “And you should be too. I have a present for you.
Consider it a very late engagement gift.”
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“What is it?” she demanded, and he laughed. He reached to the bedside table,
opening a drawer and pulling out a small jewelry case. He offered it to her and she
opened it.
Inside was a silver-filigreed necklace set with garnets. Cerulean star garnets, the
center one nearly as big as her eye.
“My garnets,” she said, awed. She looked up at him and laughed. “Do you realize
this necklace is worth more than most people will see in their lifetimes?”
“Yes, but fortunately none of those people will ever encounter it,” he replied. “You
can only wear it here, on New Danube.”
“You know the people are calling it Saurellia, after you,” she said, drawing the
necklace out of the box and holding it up. “Nobody likes New Danube. Leezal says we
need a new name for a new place.”
Daaron scowled.
“It makes me feel stupid, pompous,” he said. “Only a fool names a planet after
himself.”
“You aren’t doing the naming,” she said. “So be nice.” She poked him in the chest
for emphasis, and he sighed, willing to let the point go for the moment.
“Do you want me to help you put on your necklace?”
She shook her head. “Before we do anything I want to get cleaned up.”
“You need some help?” he asked hopefully. She shook her head, laughing.
“If we do that, it’ll take forever. I’m showering alone.”
“No, you aren’t. You have to obey me, remember?”
“If I do, Leezal will kill me,” she said, smirking. “I can’t risk your heir’s health and
safety, Daaron. I’ll just have to ignore your orders.”
“Damn Warrens woman,” he said, sweeping her up into her arms. She shrieked,
laughing and pounding at his chest playfully. “You’ll do what you’re told.”
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“If I must,” she replied, stilling as he leaned down to kiss her. “But only because
you finally gave me my garnets.”
Then his lips took hers and there was no more need for conversation.
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About the Author
Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer who has been working professionally for more
than eight years as a journalist and fund-raiser. In April 2002, she branched out into
fiction with The Price of Pleasure, a futuristic romance published by Ellora's Cave. She is
married and lives in north Idaho.
Joanna welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email
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