Bravik didn’t do that. Even as Danni moaned and rubbed her pussy against the ridge of his cock through the thin linen trousers, he didn’t start sucking too hard or—God forbid—start nipping and biting. Instead, he kept up a gentle suction and continued swirling his tongue around one taut peak while he circled the other slowly and teasingly with his fingers.
The combination of sensations was too much for Danni. She could feel the sparks of pleasure rushing through her whole body and the heat and hardness of his thick cock rubbing against her sensitive clit pushed her higher and higher until she felt as though she was exploding from the inside out.
“Oh!” she gasped, pressing down hard against his cock and arching her back as the orgasm rushed through her like a runaway freight train. “Oh, Bravik! Oh God—oh God!”
Bravik stayed with her, his hands tightening only a little on her hips as he urged her to ride him to the end of the road. His eyes gleamed golden as he watched her coming. At last, when Danni, panting, dropped her forehead to his broad shoulder, he spoke.
“Gods, little girl, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he growled softly. “You have such beautiful breasts—such a beautiful body. Love to hold you while you get yourself off on my shaft.”
“I…we…” Danni looked up, still short of breath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come so hard, but the orgasm had cleared her head. Suddenly, the sharp little voice that had seemed so distant while she was staring into the mesmerizing pink glow of the Mother Stone was much closer—impossible to ignore.
What did you just do, Danni? What did you just DO?
“Oh my God, we shouldn’t have!” She began backing off his lap and then noticed the enormous damp spot she’d left on his white linen trousers. They were practically as see-through as her own gown was now and she could tell that the size of his shaft really was enormous. Not that she ought to be looking at it.
Not that you should have been rubbing against it either! the voice in her head chastised her.
“Your…your trousers,” she gasped. “I…they’re all wet. Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”
“Hey, little girl—you didn’t do it—we did,” Bravik growled. “Look—”
But Danni didn’t wait to see what the big Kindred had to say. She scrambled off his lap and hurried for the bathing room, shame overcoming her.
Nineteen
“What the fuck just happened?” Brav muttered to himself, as Danielle made a break for it and ran. Why had she run away? But more to the point, why had they done what they’d done in the first place?
He would have bet money at the start of this mission that the curvy little Earth female wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him. But just now, she’d practically invited him to suck her nipples and then rubbed off against him like a feline in heat.
Not that she’d been the only one to get off. Brav grimaced as he looked down at himself. He’d shot off like a rocket when he felt her coming against him—hadn’t been able to help himself.
Came in my trousers like a horny adolescent, he thought ruefully. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Come to that, what the fuck was wrong with both of them?
Brav hadn’t known Danielle long, but he was a good judge of character and he was fairly certain the way she’d been acting was atypical behavior for the professional, buttoned-down Dr. Adams. So why had she acted with such wanton abandon just now?
He had a feeling he didn’t have to look any farther than the fireplace for an answer.
“The fucking Mother Stone,” he growled to himself, staring into the weird pink glow still pulsing in the fireplace. “It fucking did something to me—to both of us!”
He wanted to talk to Danielle about it, but he sensed she wasn’t going to be exactly receptive right now. The orgasm he’d had seemed to have cleared his brain and Brav was willing to bet the same thing had happened to her.
It’s like waking up from a dream, he thought, staring into the fireplace. A dream he could easily fall into again, if he let himself sit here and stare at the pulsing pink energy some more.
Heaving himself to his feet, Brav went to change into his sleep clothes. He would have liked to wash out his trousers, but the sounds of water splashing quietly in the fresher let him know that Danielle was still in there.
Hope she comes out soon so we can talk about this, he thought ruefully. He hoped she would be receptive to his theory about the Mother Stone causing loosened inhibitions and not blame herself—or him—for the erotic interlude that had happened between them.
But only time would tell if she would accept his explanation or not.