Born

His hands were already braced on her hips, positioning her so the sensitive tip penetrated her entrance when he felt her stiffen. She is untouched, you cannot claim her yet.

Nor could he take the time to do so. They needed to plan, to prepare for their flight. Even as the necessity of it consumed him, he couldn’t help but touch her sex, the pads of his fingers gliding over her clitoris, before delving deeper into her saturated folds.

His mouth watered, just as it had for the meat. “You’re so soft, so wet. Did you like it when I tasted you here?”

Full lips parted and she breathed, “Oh yes.”

He circled her opening, but didn’t try to penetrate her, remembering how she’d stiffened up before.

Making her come was his top priority right now and he bent his head, licking her hard nipple, “I will do that for hours. Lie on my back with you astride my face, my tongue licking your wetness, exploring all of your secrets until you beg for mercy.”

Amethyst eyes glittered in the dim lighting as she held his gaze. “Will you show me any?”

Slowly, he shook his head, stroking her harder, deeper. His cock throbbed, but he ignored the ache, intent on bringing her off. “No. Your body will not release until I let you.”

“Cormack,” she panted, rotating her hips in time to his ministrations.

Lifting his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hardened peak. She cried out, trying to sink down harder on his fingers but he removed his hand. Moaning in protest she gripped his shoulders and he cupped her gently, easing her need.

Her whole body shook, demanding release. “Together, Allora. We will come together this first time.”

“Show me what to do.” His task mistress delivered it as an order, not a request.

Taking her soft hand in his calloused one, he wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Angling his cock so the length of him pressed up against the delicate folds, he gripped her hips, showing her how to move so his sex caressed hers. “Ride me.”

She threw her head back and he groaned when her thumb rotated over the slit. Pre come beaded and she spread it around the sensitive crown. He groaned against her neck, fighting the release climbing his shaft. “How does it feel?”

Her eyes were closed and she shook her head almost violently as her hips pistoned up and down in a frenzy.

“Allora, look at me,” he ordered. “Share your pleasure with me.”

Slowly her eyelids lifted to haft mast, as if they had been weighed down. He saw her desire, and a hint of panic as her body moved faster than her mind could process.

“Let yourself go, my task mistress. I will catch you.”

With a cry she did, coming in a rush. The bite of her fingernails sinking into his shoulders, the wet friction from the warm water, the scent of her skin, the soft spill of her hair, eyes wide open as she rode the wave. Cormack knew he would recall how she looked forever, lost in the throes of ecstasy, even as he let go and came across her belly.

She collapsed against him, sobbing in great gasping breaths. “I had no…, no idea.”

Neither had he. Holding her against his chest, he stroked her hair soothing her as best he could. “You’ve never felt that before? Surely you’ve touched yourself.”

She shook her head, sniffling. “"Tis forbidden—a sin for Born woman to do so. That right is reserved for their husbands alone.”

Pride unfurled in his chest. He’d helped her achieve orgasm for the first time. „Twas only fair, since he had never known the depths of pleasure until he’d touched her.

Embracing her while the water lapped at his skin was a type of heaven he had never imagined. He was a greedy bastard though, always craving more. “Let me wash you.”

Lifting her head, she offered him a mischievous smile. “Only if I can return the favor.”

She wanted to touch him? To get to know his body the way he yearned to explore hers? Who was he to say no?

It was impossible for him to miss the way she lit up from the inside as she scrambled off his lap, excitement radiating from every pore. Cormack reclined onto his elbows and enjoyed the view of her shapely backside, the wet ends of her red hair swaying just above the curve of her ass.

She gathered a cloth and a bar of soap, a dear commodity that she would soon have to do without. In spite of his recent release and building hope for a future, Cormack felt a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders. Did she have any idea how difficult it would be, doing without the things she was used to having? Regular meals, a comfortable place to sleep, enough water to bathe in….

As a Bred, Cormack had gone without for most of his life, both by design and even, at times, by choice.

Scraping any sort of life together outside the stability of the colony would not be easy and there were only so many supplies they could afford to steal before someone noticed. Again the sheer amount of planning involved in their scheme pressed down on him.