Torri felt as though every muscle in her body was straining towards the big Kindred—reaching for the magical sparks that rushed through her. Her toes curled and her nipples tightened to hard little points as her orgasm went on and one. But despite the fact that the orgasm was nearly overwhelming, she still knew she needed more.
She couldn’t get more immediately, though. When the intense pleasure passed, she collapsed, panting. Her legs felt like jelly and she would have slid right down the shower wall if Vic hadn’t risen and caught her in his arms.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “I think you’re clean enough now.”
He took her out of the shower and dried her off before wrapping her in a towel and once more sitting her down carefully while he dried himself. Then he took Torri back down to the bedroom, where she had been sleeping alone before Chuck had dragged her out of bed in the middle of the night.
God, had that been only an hour ago? Torri thought wonderingly. She felt like she ought to be more upset by the middle-of-the-night attack, but honestly, she was so focused on keeping Vic with her, she couldn’t spare a thought for her evil ex or his nasty mistress.
“You look tired, sweetheart.” Vic was looking down at her anxiously as he laid her gently on the bed. “Don’t fall asleep, all right?”
“I won’t as long as you stay with me,” Torri promised. She patted the bed beside her. “Come on—let’s get under the covers and get warm together.”
“We have no clothes on,” Vic pointed out.
“That’s okay. I just want you to hold me,” Torri said, though she was hoping a whole lot more than just holding was going to happen soon. “Please?” she added and patted the bed beside her again.
Vic looked indecisive for a moment, then he shrugged and removed the towel wrapped around his waist before climbing into bed with her.
Torri shed her towel as well and pressed back against him, loving the feeling of his big body cupping and cuddling hers. She felt so safe in his arms—so protected and loved. She didn’t care what Commander Terex said—she knew Vic was capable of loving her back. He might talk like a robot sometimes, when the positronic half of his brain took over. But when the organic half was in charge, he was warm and kind and caring and protective. In other words, a perfect partner to spend the rest of her life with.
But I have to prove that to Commander Terex—and to Vic, too, she thought. And in order to do that, I have to get him to bond me to him. Now what’s the best way to go about that?
Her answer came in the form something thick and hard and long pressing against her backside. Torri bit her bottom lip and pressed backwards, rubbing against the big Kindred’s long, thick shaft. God, it was huge—could she really get all that inside her?
Well, she was damn well going to try.
Vic groaned softly at the gentle torture as she pressed back against him.
“Torri, please be careful.” His deep voice was hoarse. “You are…stimulating me, perhaps unknowingly, with your movements.”
Torri bit back a smile.
“Oh, sorry, Vic,” she apologized. “I was just trying to get comfortable.” She shifted against him again. “Um, you know what might help?”
“What?” he asked, his voice tight.
“Well, I seem to be rubbing against you this way, but maybe if you just, um, tucked yourself between my thighs it would solve the problem,” Torri suggested.
“I don’t think it is a good idea to tuck my shaft between your thighs, sweetheart” Vic growled. “It might lead to…other things.”
“What things?” Torri asked innocently. “Look, it won’t hurt anything. I’ll show you.”
Scooting up a bit, she parted her legs and tilted her pelvis back as she captured his long, thick shaft between her inner thighs.
They both moaned as his thickness settled against Torri’s bare pussy lips.
“See?” she asked breathlessly. “Isn’t this nicer and more comfortable than having me pressed back against you and squishing you.”
“You weren’t exactly squishing me.” Vic shifted restlessly and she felt the broad, plum-shaped head of his shaft rub against the wet slit of her pussy. If he was just a little closer, he would part her outer lips and be rubbing against her slippery inner folds.
“I wasn’t?” Torri asked innocently.
Surreptitiously, she reached between her thighs and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. As she did, the thick cock head slipped into her inner pussy and nestled directly against her throbbing clit.
“Sweetheart, what did you just do?” Vic growled in her ear.
“Do? I don’t know what you mean.” Torri shifted her hips, rubbing against the broad head and trying not to moan when it stroked over her aching button.
“I mean, I can feel how wet you are.” Vic thrust gently against her, as though to make his point and Torri moaned as he slid against her clit again.
“Is that a bad thing?” Torri asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. “I mean, I can’t help being wet after the way you went down on me in the shower!”
“But I shouldn’t be able to feel it against my shaft,” Vic protested. “If we’re not careful, I might slip inside you.”
“Would it be so bad if you did?” Torri asked, shifting her hips to slide against him once more. “I mean, what would it hurt if you slid just the head of your shaft inside me?”
As she spoke, she tilted her hips backwards until the broad, plum-shaped head was positioned right at the mouth of her pussy. With a strategic little wiggle, she managed to get it to slide into her—but just a little way.
“See—that’s not so bad, is it?” she asked, panting a little. God, she could feel how big he was, even though only the head of his shaft was inside her. But it felt good and it had slid in surprisingly easily.
“Torri…” Vic’s deep voice was hoarse with a mixture of passion and warning. “We can’t do this,” he told her. “We can’t make love tonight—we might accidentally form a bond. Or else we might have a failed bonding.”
“We’re not making love,” Torri protested. “You’re just…just keeping me awake because of the concussion. And how exactly do Kindred bond, anyway? Is this enough for us to bond?” She wiggled again, letting the broad head slip in and out of her pussy enticingly.
Vic groaned in her ear.
“No, that’s not enough. If I was going to bond you to me, I’d have to make love to you and fill your pussy with my seed.”
“So you couldn’t bond me to you unless you came inside me?” Torri asked, looking back at him as she tilted her hips to capture more of the long shaft in her pussy. “So just being inside me—like this—isn’t enough?”
“Gods, sweetheart! You ought to stop,” he protested, but Torri noticed he didn’t make any move to pull out of her. In fact, if anything, he seemed to be pressing deeper into her with his thickness.
It was amazing to her that he would fit, but though she felt her inner walls stretching as his shaft slid more deeply into her, there was no pain—just a delicious sense of being slowly filled.
“Please, Vic, thrust a little deeper,” she begged softly. “I know we can’t make love, but I want to feel you inside me, just once, before I never…never get to see you again. Let me have this memory of you filling me.”