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Although he usually loved to be active—he was a physical fitness trainer after all—Quinn winced. He didn’t think his body was quite up for that yet. Then again, he was surprised to find certain parts of him rising to the occasion the longer his gaze stroked over her beautifully bared breasts.
She must have read his hesitation because her expression softened. “Sore?”
“Just a bit.” He was usually renowned for his stamina, but good gods, she’d undone him. “I need to stretch.”
“How about a hot bath? It’s a whirlpool tub, lots of jets and bubbles and heat. I’ll get it running for you.” With a peck on his cheek, she popped up and walked into the bathroom to start it.
Quinn caught a glimpse of her naked backside before she disappeared. He discovered he was speedily recovering after all.
“I hope you plan to join me in that bath,” he called out, raising his voice to be heard over the thundering water.
Her laugh rippled out with a seductive undertone. “It wouldn’t be a honeymoon if I didn’t.”
After another few moments, the water cut off, and Xindra sauntered out, completely comfortable in her nudity. She took his hand, and he felt like he’d fallen under a spell as he obediently trailed after her. The air inside the bathroom was steamy. After leading him to the side of the wide tub, she stretched up to kiss him. Their tongues and lips danced sensuously as she speared her fingers through his hair, scratched them slowly down his neck, and then swept them under the robe over his naked shoulders. Feeling off balance, he cupped her hips in his hands and pulled her closer. She pushed his robe off in the same moment, bringing her into contact with his exposed erection.
“Will you look at that,” she said. “The restorative benefits of this bath seem to be working already.”
“Keep this up and I’ll never walk again.” He hissed when she dragged a fingertip down his torso and lightly tapped the tip of his cock.
“Keeping this up is all you have to do.” Her voice turned husky. “You can sit very, very still while I take care of you.”
Quinn groaned in mingled anticipation and desperation and then switched to a sigh of relief when he stepped into the warm water. It was nearly too hot, but his muscle aches eased instantly as he sank down and settled his buttocks on the smooth bottom.
Xindra climbed in after him to kneel between his ankles. “We’ll stretch you out and loosen you up. Today I’ll be your personal trainer.”
“You’re a martial arts teacher,” he pointed out.
They both worked at the same gym, which was how they’d met.
“So don’t fight me,” she murmured, reaching out to massage his calves. “I know all the best moves.”
Biting his lip in agreement, he dropped his head back against the edge of the tub. She massaged his lower legs until he felt languid and peaceful and then made him hard and tense when she moved to his upper thighs. Swirls of hot water teased his rampant erection like hot, ethereal tongues.
His hips bucked when she slid her body over him. He only had a moment to enjoy her kiss before she lifted his head and slipped behind him. She sat at his back with her breasts squished pleasantly against his hot skin and her soft hands rubbing up and down his chest.
“This time is just for you.” She whispered the promise with a nip of his earlobe.
Quinn’s wiring was so crossed he couldn’t even speak, and he nearly shorted out when she swept her palm down to engulf his cock. He gasped in pleasure as she began to pump his shaft with sure, tight strokes. Xindra knew just how to circle and flick the head too, which almost caused him to jackknife out of the water. He wouldn’t last long like this.
“Do you take yourself in hand often?” she asked playfully.
He made a choking sound and swiveled his hips. “Every day since I met you.” Another squeeze had him crying out her name. Although he meant it as a warning, it sounded more like a plea. He tried to turn around, but she clung to his back.
“Shsh,” she murmured in his ear. “Take what I’m giving you. This one’s for you.”
Arousal didn’t just burn inside him then. It roared like a raging inferno as he realized what she was doing. Ah gods, she meant to masturbate him. That shouldn’t have been so exciting, but it nearly put him through the roof. Although the feel of her working him like this wasn’t nearly as powerful as her hot, wet sheath sucking him, the sight of her small, feminine hand on his cock did something to his psyche. Her fingers were pale against the furious red and purple of his erection. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as he began to thrust with increasing violence.
Quinn felt the cascade effect: the warm water licking him, her hand gripping him, her slippery breasts and perky nipples pressing into his back. The sound of her breathing and his grunts mixed with the lapping of the water. The momentum built, and soon he was choking out words with no meaning. Her body, her hand, his cock, this moment. Ah, gods!
Explosion! Quinn didn’t just come; he detonated. His body jerked so hard he sent a wave of water crashing over the rim of the tub, but he couldn’t see anything but passion red and starburst white behind his eyelids. Xindra kept stroking and touching the head of his penis until he grew too sensitive and had to beg for mercy. An eternity passed before he realized she was propping up his weight. She was also shivering.
He slid sideways so he could lean against the side of the bath again. Then he bestowed a drowsy, sated kiss on her mouth. “Thank you. You okay?”
She licked her lips where he’d just kissed her, and he saw her pupils were dilated. “You didn’t tell me New Earthling men came in a different color. That is so kinky.”
Really? Judging by the way she was looking at him, that particular kink appealed to her. It took him a moment, though, to figure out exactly what she meant.
“My semen?” he asked. “I didn’t know there was a variety. What color is Allurian ejaculate?”
“Dark blue,” she answered. “You wouldn’t believe the stains it leaves.”
For some reason, that made him laugh. The things you learned.
“Come here.” Still smiling, he motioned her closer.
Pulling her onto his lap, he had her straddle one thigh. Then he raised that leg so she was leaning back on it at an angle, exposing her front to him. He was pleased to see her breathing had changed.
Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world, Quinn ran his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and down to her breasts. She licked her lips again as he cupped the twin weights, and then she moaned unashamedly when he circled her areolas and plucked her nipples with practiced fingers. Ever so slowly, he sank one hand beneath the foaming water to catch her between her legs. Her soft down was even smoother in the water.
“Does this kitty like to get wet?” His voice was so deep and husky he hardly sounded like himself.
She gasped and nibbled on her lower lip. “Yes. Very wet.”
He smiled. “Does this kitty like to be petted?”
Her eyes closed in bliss as he parted her just enough to rub the outer folds. “Yes. So much.”
“Does this kitty want to be fed a nice treat?” He poked one finger at her entrance.
She didn’t reply this time, but groaned and nodded emphatically.
Quinn knew his answering chuckle sounded naughty.
*
Xindra was so hot she thought she’d burn up. She’d never had a lover play such mind games with her, and there was no way she could have known how much it would turn her on. Just the sound of Quinn’s voice made her go all damp and tight inside. The suspense was agony as she waited for him to push that broad finger inside.
He didn’t make her wait long. With one smooth, hard stroke, he pushed his digit into her sheath and began to stroke her like a man possessed. Xindra whimpered in pleasure and tried to thrust down in counterpoint, but the way he had her balanced prevented her from doing anything but taking it.
“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Let me take care of you, wife.”
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sp; She was getting so close, so fast. Almost there…almost…
His finger suddenly stilled inside her, making her whimper in protest.
“Not yet. I want to get to know the feel of you first.” Withdrawing just a little, he added a second finger and slid it slowly inside. He danced his fingertips around the inner ring of her opening. “Do you have a lot of feeling here?”
She struggled to speak through her panting. “I feel the stretching, but the outer circle isn’t as sensitive as my clit.”
Staring hard at her face, he stroked deeper and touched one of her hard ridges. “What does this feel like?”
Oh, she couldn’t help but squirm. “Press harder. I don’t feel the friction so much there, but the pressure causes a deeper pleasure.” She cried out when he complied.
“Huh,” he mused. Splitting his fingers, he ran the tips along the soft furrows between ridges. “And this?”
Her head kicked back, and she keened as he dragged his fingers down that delicate tissue. “So sensitive. I can practically feel your fingerprints.”
“Good.” He flashed a smile that made her tremble. “Then feel them.”
Without warning, he grabbed her knee, dropped his leg, and turned her around so that he was pressed against her back. He managed the switch without ever removing his fingers from her, which made them spin inside. Once he had her like that, he held her tight with one arm so that he could squeeze her opposite breast. Although he wasn’t fully erect, he was already growing al dente against the small of her back.
Pushing her up against the tub, he held her so that her clit was forced into violent contact with one of the pulsing water jets. Xindra yelped and wriggled, but he wouldn’t release her. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more stimulation, he started to thrust his fingers in and out.
Although she’d always known her husband was a smart man, she was surprised by just how quickly he learned. He alternated between bearing down on her vaginal ridges and stroking the tender beds of tissue between. The combination drove her insane. Pressure, stroke, pressure, stroke. The cadence was relentless, and it was accompanied by hot pulses of water that made her nubbin shimmy and quiver like a life pod crash landing through the atmosphere.
“Please, please, please.” At least, that’s what she tried to say, but she was squealing it. It sounded more like, “Pluh-uh-eeeee!”
Splitting his fingers again, he curled one to push hard on her inner wall while using the other to flick back and forth like he was trying to rub something off with his fingertip. That was all it took. Screaming his name, Xindra plummeted into a whirlpool of sensation, contracting so hard she expected to break his knuckles. Her body whipped around like she’d been electrocuted, and she felt his hand fuse to her breast to hold her still.
When she tried to push back, he just held her tighter and forced her into continued contact with the jet. With a flutter of his fingers, he set her off again until she realized she was sobbing. Her orgasm thumped away unabated until finally, mercifully, he slid back and let her collapse against him.
Moving his fingers languidly inside her now, he helped ease her down. He removed the hand gently palming her breast and lowered it to draw circles on her belly. Xindra continued crying, unable to stop the tears any more than she could halt the spasms that racked her in slowly widening intervals.
He hushed her with a kiss on her temple. “I’ve got you, love. Just let yourself enjoy it.”
She sputtered what might have been a laugh, and her body at last went lax. It wasn’t until he’d withdrawn his fingers and she’d stopped gasping like a beached fish that she regained the power of speech.
“If we keep this up, we’ll never make it to our first anniversary. At this rate, we’ll kill each other first.”
Quinn pulled her onto his lap so he could hold her and nuzzle her neck. “What a way to go.”
It was a typical male response, but she felt him tremble just a little.
* * * *
Later at the hotel pool, Quinn still felt like he’d conquered the universe. He’d never seen a woman climax as hard as he’d made his wife, and he figured he’d earned the triumphant smirk he wore on his face. As a bachelor, he’d always regarded marriage as some kind of shackle—a lifetime chained to the same woman, having routine sex at the routine time while living a routine life. Maybe honeymoon fever was making him delusional, but he didn’t think that’s how it would be for him and Xindra. If this morning was anything to go by, they’d be turning each other inside out and enjoying a wild ride for a lot of years to come. And they’d be doing a lot of that—coming that is. With the way he felt about her, not just physically but with mind and heart and soul, he was on the verge of ecstasy just being near her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked with a knowing smile.
They drifted on floating lounges in the pool, undisturbed by the other guests who were at least thirty feet away. This was nothing like the crowds and noise and shoving of the public pools in other parts of Trilanta, which was part of why they’d chosen to spend their honeymoon here. Filtered solar light poured down through the domed ceiling high above their heads, shining off Xindra’s hair until it glittered more beautifully than the gemstones in her wedding band. A simpler, although no less binding symbol, glinted on Quinn’s finger.
“I was just thinking I love you,” he answered. Then, equally honestly, “And I can’t wait to push inside you again.”
Her cheeks flushed with obvious happiness and desire, and the color only grew warmer when he flicked his gaze over her bikini-clad body. Before his own condition showed through his thin swimsuit, he slid off the chaise and dropped into the cool water. Treading next to her, he hooked his elbows along the side of her chair so that he could float at her side.
“You’re looking a little red there,” he teased her. “We wouldn’t want to see you get sunburned. Why don’t you let me rub some lotion on you?”
Her gaze turned molten. “Only if you rub it in nice and slow and sexy.” With well-balanced movements, she sat up and turned to face him, capturing his torso between her knees before she let herself slide down his body into the water.
If it hadn’t been broad daylight and a public place, he’d have ripped that whisper of a bikini off her body and taken her right there. Actually, the idea of doing it with people watching made Quinn hard, which caused him to wonder if he was some kind of exhibitionist. The thought hadn’t occurred to him before, but the notion of taking Xindra with an audience was kind of sexy. He liked the idea of showing her off—showing other men what he had, but they couldn’t touch. Despite the temptation, though, he’d have to resist. He had no intention of wasting time with the code patrol over an indecent exposure charge.
Holding her close, he treaded water for both of them and settled for a kiss.
“You always make me so wet,” she whispered.
She slipped out of his arms with a mischievous giggle and headed for the steps. The water stroked her curves as she climbed into the warm glitter of sunshine.
Quinn wanted to lick each and every droplet from her feet to her neck, pausing for a few deeper sips along the way. The thought had his erection springing to life again. Glancing around, he took a close look at the other guests once more. There were no children, thank goodness, but there were two other couples at the far end of the pool, a single woman asleep on a chaise nearby, and a group of businessmen sitting off to the side. It was this last batch that caught his attention, but only because they were gaping at his wife.
That made up his mind. Uncaring about his obvious arousal—reveling in it, in fact—Quinn stepped out of the water, brandishing his hard-on like a flag of ownership. Having sauntered over to a poolside chair, Xindra stared at him like she was a queen waiting for her supplicant to come worship her.
He loved the way her eyes widened when she caught sight of just how much he wanted her. Beneath the fabric of her top, her nipples noticeably pebbled, and he had no doubt the other men
ogling her could see them as well. Let them look. She was his. He was the only one who got to have her.
It wasn’t until she peeled her gaze away from his wet erection and flicked a glance at those other men that the first hint of jealousy crept up on him. Quinn had never cared about a woman enough to grow jealous before, and he didn’t like this stinging introduction. It was one thing for other men to look at her. After all, what man could be expected not to notice a ravishing creature like Xindra? But it was quite another for her to notice them back. If she showed even a hint of interest, he might just have to re-evaluate his strategy and go beat someone to a pulp.
Except she didn’t. Her eyes held no hint of lust for the other males, although he noticed they all sat up straighter when she looked at them. If anything, she appeared slightly amused by their group. When she gazed at him, however, she looked…proud.
His chest loosened immediately. She was proud that he was hers. His wife was proud of his broad shoulders, hungry gaze, and defiant cock. As long as she stared at him like this, he’d never fear that she’d turn to someone else. When she held up the sunscreen bottle and waggled it at him, he knew she was staking her own claim.
Accepting it from her, he ejaculated a small blob of lotion into his palm and rubbed it until it heated. “Mine,” he declared as he ran his hands over her.
“Mine too,” she answered.
He took his time. With reverent hands, he coated her shoulders, the length of her spine, and the delicate dip and expanse of her collar. Tipping her onto her back, he then braced her foot against his shoulder so that all the men could see the incredible length of her firm, feminine leg. She kept her gaze locked with his even as she reached for the table next to her to grasp her frozen drink. His groin tightened further when her full lips grasped the erect straw and pulled hard. He drew just as deeply when she offered him a sip from the same glass.
With a sensual caress, he slicked lotion up her ankle, over her calf, and around her thigh. When he reached the top, he made sure to bump her crotch. By the time he grabbed her other leg and bestowed equal attention, her chest was heaving. For his own part, his hands were starting to tremble, but he didn’t want to stop. He watched as her lips parted, and perspiration trickled between her breasts.