Chapter Seven
Venom’s heart raced at Dizzy’s whispered invitation. He sensed it had taken a hell of a lot of courage for her to ask him and he wasn’t about to disappoint her. He had meant what he said earlier about claiming his wife in a hospital bed. The infirmary was too busy a place to share something that should be incredibly special for Dizzy.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun tonight. He wanted to ease some of her anxiety and fear of him. What better way to do that than to show Dizzy just how good he could make her feel?
Her heavy, excited breaths fanned his naked chest as his fingers crept along her thigh. When he touched her panties her grip on his wrist tightened. He dragged his fingers up and down the fabric shielding her sex. Already the thin cotton was soaked. His dick ached to be buried in her wet sheath but he muscled down the primal urges threatening to overwhelm him.
“Look how wet you are, baby.” He couldn’t wait to get his fingers on her slick heat. When he hooked his finger around the damp fabric and started to tug it away from her body Dizzy clamped her eyes shut. He watched the furiously red blush race across her face.
Deciding not to call attention to her embarrassment, Venom peppered kisses along the swell of each breast. She had the sweetest tits, not too small or too big, and so incredibly sensitive. He traced a pink bud with his tongue before suckling her. He really wanted to get his mouth on another, even pinker part of her but doubted he could control himself if he allowed himself even the shortest taste.
“Venom!” She bucked against him and he smiled against her breast. He bit down gently—just enough to make her gasp—before easing his tongue over the area he’d nipped. “Oh.”
He loved hearing the soft sounds she made and wanted to hear more of them. Gripping her underwear, he jerked them down to her knees. “I hope you didn’t pack too many of these.”
“A week’s worth. Why?”
“It was wasted space.” He left her panties there, just above her knees, and cupped her bare pussy. “You won’t be wearing them anymore.”
Her scandalized expression made him smile. “I have to wear undies!”
“Says who?” He kissed her before she could come up with an answer. “They’ll only get in the way.”
“Well…”
“When I want you I don’t want anything to slow me down.” He dipped his face until their noses were touching and their breaths mingling. Dragging his fingertips up and down her pussy, he said, “I don’t want anything between me and your hot cunt. Understand?”
She gulped at his brazen command. “Y—yes.”
Kissing her, he took his time exploring her virgin sex. He traced her labia before parting them ever so gently. When his fingertip tapped her clitoris she sucked in a shaky breath. “Ven—Venom.”
“That’s it, sugar.” Thrilled by her response, he urged her on while slowly massaging the swollen nub. “Do you like the way this feels?”
“Yes.” She hissed the word and lifted her hips. The elastic waist of her panties would only stretch so far, so her legs had very little movement. When she tried to lift her hands she realized the hospital gown had been trapped beneath his hip. The taut fabric restrained her in arms in place.
Ready to set her free, Venom watched her face for any signs of panic but what he saw surprised—and enthralled—him. Her breaths quickened for a few seconds before she dragged a long, steady stream of air into her lungs. He felt her body relax beneath his and witnessed the flush of arousal spread across her skin.
His rock-hard cock swelled even more at the realization that she enjoyed being controlled in this way. Was she aware of her desire or was this new for her?
“You like being restrained.” It wasn’t a question. He stated it as simple fact rather than opening the door for argument.
She licked her pouty lips. “I…I don’t know about that.”
To prove his point, Venom lifted his hip just enough to allow the gown to slip free. When she tried to wiggle away from him, he grabbed her wrists and dragged them over her head. Pinning them to the pillow, he hooked his leg over hers and used the weight of it to hold her down.
Almost immediately her eyes took on that hazy smokiness that was so exceedingly rare in the pleasure women who worked the sky ports. The highly paid prostitutes would act out any fantasy for the right price but only a small number of them actually craved true submission. It was one of the reasons he’d stopped visiting them on furloughs. The encounters left him feeling cold and empty.
But what he felt right now while holding down Dizzy burned him right up. She looked at him with such wonder and desire. Her shuddery breaths betrayed the way restraint aroused her. Even so, she seemed a little uncertain. Was it the guilt of enjoying the way he held her down? Was it the fear of behaving in a way her culture deemed deviant?
Maybe Dizzy didn’t know what she needed. Maybe she needed him to show her.
Still gripping her wrists, he used his other hand to further his exploration of her slick heat. She whimpered when he dipped the tip of his middle finger into her molten, wet core. He penetrated her by torturously slow degrees, pushing in until his knuckle was buried inside her.
Always mindful of hurting her, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort. “Is this okay?”
Apparently unable to speak, she bit her lip and nodded. He didn’t push any deeper or try to thrust in and out of her just yet. Instead he massaged her clitoris with his thumb. He drew lazy circles around the little pearl while kissing her into submission.
Gradually Dizzy surrendered to him. Her head rolled side to side as he rubbed her clit and held her in place. “Venom… I…”
“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” He caught her off guard with his question. Wanting to coax an honest answer from her, he thrust his finger up into her and then slowly retreated. “Do you do this to yourself? Is this how you make yourself come?”
“I…I don’t.”
He slanted his head to study her. “Honesty, Dizzy. I always want you to be honest with me when we’re together. It’s the only way for us. If we’re going to build something real we have to start on a solid foundation of truth.”
To her credit, she didn’t avert her gaze even though she was clearly discomfited by his question. “No,” she said finally. “I don’t do that. Not…not inside me.”
“But you rub your clit,” he guessed.
She swallowed again. “Yes.”
“Do you like what I’m doing right now?” He continued to fuck her with one digit while stimulating the bundle of nerves with his thumb.
“Yes.” She answered him breathlessly. Already her pussy gripped his invading finger. The honeyed wetness dripping from her snug cunt told him she loved what he was doing—but it was nice to hear her admit it.
“Tell me how you like to touch yourself.”
Her lips parted in shock at his blunt request. She started to turn her head but he thrust up into her deeper and a little harder. Gasping, she rocked her hips as much as possible in search of more stimulation. Working up the courage to be truthful, she directed, “Faster.”
He rewarded her bravery with another kiss and by giving her what she wanted. “Like this?”
“Yes.” Her pussy fluttered around his finger. Side to side, he strummed the little button and pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Please. Please.”
Touching his forehead to hers, Venom tightened his grip on her wrists while concentrating his stimulation solely on her swollen clitoris. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she breathed faster and faster while his thumb swirled over the pink nub. Her nipples were hard peaks now and they enticed him with all sorts of erotic possibilities.
Already he dreamed of fashioning a rope corset that would squeeze and support them. Then he’d clamp her stiff nipples with clips and maybe even attach light weights. How hard would she come when he flicked the weights or tugged on a chain between the clamps? Would she scream his name? Would she beg for more?
“Venom!” With a strangled cry, Dizzy climaxed. Awed by her beauty, he watched her shatter beneath him. He sensed she was holding back, probably out of fear of being heard, but he didn’t push her for more. Not tonight at least. Once he had her in their quarters he wouldn’t let her hold back anything. He wanted it all from her.
When her shudders lessened Venom eased off his sensual torment. Dizzy pressed her face against his neck as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. He gently cupped her pussy and loosened his clasp on her small wrists. Still panting, she nestled into him in search of his warmth and his strength. He cradled her in his arms and made sure she received the reassuring affection she needed after her first orgasm with him.
Was it the first one she had ever shared with a man? The possessive need to be the only man who had ever seen her come undone like that surprised him. Never before had he felt that kind of primitive jealousy.
Dizzy’s soft hand glided along his biceps to his nape. When she sought a kiss, he met her halfway. Her enthusiasm made his cock pulse even harder. He’d grown so aroused by touching her and watching her come that his dick throbbed almost painfully. Though he wanted nothing more than to stroke himself to completion, he set aside his needs to focus on her.