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| CHAPTER 6 Riddick came awake instantly, as he always did. His senses on alert. A conditioned response from his sorry ass life. It must be early morning judging from the amount of light in the room. It had no windows but the Envi System produced artificial light to mimic what a room would like if it had openings letting in natural light. Zar was on her stomach facing away from him. Still in deep slumber. Gently he turned onto his right side and lifted a lock of her hair. Bringing it to his nose he inhaled softly. It brought back memories of another woman’s hair he had sniffed. A woman who had changed his life in a very short period of time. Carolyn Fry had been one of the few people who had seen something in him other than the obvious. She hadn’t judged him badly for his prison learned abilities. Rather she saw them as benefits for the situation they were in. She had relied on him and awoke in him the long dormant craving to be needed. On Taurus 2, when it seemed that she, along with Jack and Imam, would make it out of that hell, he had let himself dream of keeping her in his life. But, for whatever reason, it hadn’t turned out that way. And though he had felt the pain and rage of losing her at the time, he hadn’t dwelled on it. Too much had been taken from him over the years, dignity, comfort, food, and all the other shit that made a person happy, for him to dwell on things that might have been. He had learned early that if you wanted to survive, you let it go. The same lesson Zarifa Cholena had learned. So maybe Carolyn Fry hadn’t been destined to be in his life. Rather just change it. Maybe she had been there to make him malleable to the changes that were coming in the form of Zar and Jack and Imam. His attention focused back on Zar as she stirred. All soft woman feel and sounds and smell. "Good morning." He felt her slight stiffening. Probably forgot he’d been in bed with her. But her body soon relaxed as she remembered who was with her. Lifting her face and turning it towards him, she smiled sleepily. Some of the pain was gone from her eyes, though shadows still lingered. "Good morning. You stayed. Thanks." "Welcome. Better?" She focused her eyes downward as she thought about his question. "Yes... as a matter of fact, it is. You were right. I needed to get it out. It had been festering for a long time. Oh no! It’s light out! I’m late for work!" She made to scramble out of bed, but Riddick caught her around her waist and flipped her on her back, tucking her underneath him. "Report off. I think you need to take a day off. I plan on doing the same." Zar looked up into the face of the man looming above her. It was such a hard, strong face. Like the rest of his body that she felt cradle her from chest to toes. It felt... oh so many things lying there with him. Scary, exciting, comforting. Right. And she realized she didn’t want go into work today. She wanted to stay right where she was. As long as he stayed with her. "O.K." Riddick was mildly surprised she didn’t put up more of a fight. But then he felt her heart beating wildly beneath his. "You afraid of me!? This bringing back memories of the rape?" He didn’t even try to pussyfoot around the issue. She’d been hiding behind pretty little words and lies long enough. Only the truth would desensitize her to the pain. "Nooooo...not exactly. I mean...this isn’t anything like what he did to me. And I know that what he did had everything to do with power and nothing to do with sex." "So what’s the problem? Me? You know I’d never lay a hand on you in anger. " And looking up into his milky eyes she read the truth of his statement. Bringing her hand up to his face she let her finger drift over his brow and nose and lips. "Yes. I know that now." Hours seemed to pass as they continued to stare at each other, enveloped in the warmth of the bed and each other. Then Riddick slowly let a smile cross his face. Zar answered with one of her own. And both brought their lips to the other for the kiss that had been a long time in coming. She was amazed at the gentleness of his movements. She could feel his fierce erection against her leg and knew he was fighting against going too fast for her sake. Riddick didn’t seem the type to finesse a woman in bed. Satisfy her? Oh definitely! But tender touches and a slow loving would not seem to be his modus operandi. But ahh...he was kissing her like she was made of glass. Moving his lips from hers to her cheek, her eyelids, her nose. Going back to her lips to take little nips of her. Asking, not demanding, that she open up to him. And she did with a soft groan. His tongue swooped in and lashed at hers. Here finally the passion and impatience in him came out. Zar welcomed it though. It meant he was as aroused for her as she was for him. And she was becoming out of control aroused. Running her hands up and down his naked back. Feeling the hard muscles move and flex. Reveling in the power that was Richard. Her heart beating wildly, no longer in fear, but in anticipation. Sensations of moisture and fullness were settling in the area between her legs. Her breasts tingling, the nipples hardening in impatience to feel his touch on them. Breaking the kiss only for seconds to gather air, Riddick moved his hands down her torso. He knew he should take it slower than he was, but need was roaring through his body. He would make it up to her later. Right now he needed to feel her, be in her. Grabbing her shirt at the waist he slipped it over her head. But he didn’t take it off. Rather he trapped her hands above her head with the shirt and one of his hands. Her heaving, bra covered breasts now exposed to his gaze and touch. He could smell her arousal and was relieved. The fuckers hadn’t stolen her ability to enjoy sex. Slowly lowering his head he licked in between her breasts. Moving his lips over the fabric till they hovered over the raised nipple. Gently he took it in his mouth and bit firmly. His lips smiled around her nipple as he felt her rub her hips against his rock hard phallus in reaction. Sucking deeply, he refused to release her struggling hands. "Please! Let me touch you! I can’t stand not touching you!" "Mmmm...not yet. I think you can stand a bit more torture." Before moving his attention to the other nipple he reached under her back and unhooked her bra, shoving the material up towards her neck. Then returned to her small but pillowy breasts, sucking and biting with exquisite pressure. The little growling sounds she was making in the back of her throat made him harder by the second, if that were possible. He couldn’t hold out much longer. But he knew she needed to be drenched before he could enter her. It had been a long time since her passage had been stretched and he was not a small man. Lifting his head, he watched the tension mount in her face as he ran his hand down her side. At the gathered waistband of her pants he hooked his fingers in and dragged them down and off, pulling her panties with them. For all intents and purposes, she was totally naked and exposed to him. Her rounded hips moved instinctively against his groin while her legs widened and her dark mound raised, sending a waft of her aroused essence up to his nose. Never had he smelled anything so precious in his life. It made him wonder how’d she taste. He let her hands free and helped her remove the entangling shirt and bra. Her fingers instantly caught his face and brought it up to hers to be kissed. Breaking it off after a long sip, his lips found the space between her breasts once again and licked downward towards her belly. Stopping at her navel he dipped his tongue and reached one hand up to lightly pinch a nipple. Her entire midsection heaving along in time with her excited breathing, Zar could only moan deep in her throat. She needed him in her now! "Please...Richard! For pity sake, come into me now!" "In a minute." Even the sound of his ultra deep voice seemed to send her temperature up ten degrees. "Unnnhhh... why not now???" "Because I need to do something else." "What?! You can’t get me any more crazier than I am!" His soft chuckle accompanied his reply. "We’ll see about that." Maneuvering his body down, he lowered his head over her thatch of dark, wispy hair and blew gently. Zar gasped in delight and torment. "Ready?" "No! Yes!...I mean... oh God!" "Look at me." Her tightly closed eyes opened and fixed on his instantly. And widened as she saw his mouth descend till only the shaved top of his head showed. And then closed again in ecstasy as she felt his tongue touch her open and exposed core. Giving soft little licks here and there, he had her writhing against the bed. Her knees raising in reaction, the heels digging into the mattress. She had to touch him! She caressed the only part of him she could reach...his head. Her stomach clenched as she felt the pleasure barreling towards her nerves. Sounds she would not have recognized emitted from her throat as he licked on and on. Going deeper in the crevice, opening her wider with his fingers, exposing her more to his tongue. He knew it would take only one more touch to send her over the edge. And he wanted to watch her fall. Lifting his head he fixed his eyes on her face. All pink and white and cream and gray, he had no trouble making out her enraptured expression. He touched her clitoris with one finger and circled firmly. And watched her come apart. Her body convulsed with so much pleasure that she was sure she was dying. But ahhh...what a way to die! It seemed to go on forever. Toe curling, hands gripping the sheets, she rode the crest as it lashed her with intense bliss. Burning her over her entire body and brain. Finally she was left totally boneless. A mass of satisfied flesh sinking into the bed. Lethargy called out to her, her body demanding rest after such an expenditure of energy. But her nerves jumped nonetheless as she felt Richard lean to the side to aid in the removal of his shorts. Then he was back between her knees, spreading them wider with his hands. After a few short moments of nothing happening, she forced her eyelids open. He was staring at her face, his hands still on her knees. "My turn." "Yesss....let me..." Her small hands reaching for his hardness, leading him to her soaked core and placing the head in the opening. Gently he eased himself in to the hilt. Home.... The snug glove of her sex grasped him tightly, but she took him easily. He had prepared her well and she would have no discomfort with this joining. Leaning forward he rested his on arms on either side of her face. "O.K.?" He didn’t know where he found the strength to ask the question. His body was clamoring for relief to the point it was bordering on pain. But this would be the telling moment. Would his being in her body bring back the rape? "Mmmmmm....wonderful." He smiled down in her half-opened eyes. "Then hold on." "I’m not letting go for anything in this world." His hips moved forward and back. Repeating the movements again and again, picking up speed after each repetition. It wouldn’t take long, he knew to reach his peak. He’d almost come on the bed when she’d climaxed on his finger. He had only managed to hold back with the promise to himself that he would soon be in the body of this wonderful woman. And now he knew the wait had been worth it. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Making him vulnerable to the touch of her hands on his back, buttocks and thighs. Urging him to go quicker, deeper and harder. She watched his face as he had watched her. A sense of wonder that she could make this man, who so prided himself on his self-control, lose himself in her loving. He suddenly buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder, groaning, and she knew he was climaxing. His body wildly buffeting hers, all she could do was hold on to him tight and raise her legs to encircle his waist. Giving him access the deepest thrusts he so desperately needed. His body shook with reaction and long after his seed had completely spilled, his hips kept moving on hers. It just felt too damn good to stop! But finally fatigue worked its way into his consciousness and he rested lightly on her body. Both covered in sweat and breathing heavily, they stayed as they were. Loathe to disturb the moment and let reality back in. He felt her fingers moving over his back, tracing the scratch marks she had left. Her core still pulsed with little movements, giving light nips at his relaxed manhood. Raising his head he looked into her sweaty but peaceful face. Eyes closed, she wore a smile of ultimate contentment. It mirrored the one on his own. He whispered her name. "Zar?" She wouldn’t open her eyes. It felt too good to keep them closed. "Ummmmmm?" Leaning down so that his deep voice would be right next to her ear he continued in whisper. "I can truly say, with no question at all....that you are, without a doubt....." He had stopped, knowing her curiosity and need for confirmation that was the best sex he’d ever had, would make her open her eyes. She rewarded him by doing that exactly. Lazily opening her eyes to stare into his. ".....that you are, without a doubt,....not going into work today." "Ooohhhhhh! You stupid fucker!" His laughter rang out in the room as he dodged the playfully thrown punch aimed at his head. |
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