A Kid Like Her (A Riddick - Jack Romance/Adventure Story)

Traveling to Todeya

"It's nice to know I'm not a nobody in your book."

She smiled as his lips and tongue made a meandering trail down her back then up again, making her shudder. She clutched the pillow, needing to anchor herself against the delicious sensations rippling down her spine. She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a wicked look.

"God, I love your mouth."

"Just my mouth? What about the rest of me?" The towel covering her ass was pulled away as he nudged her thighs apart and moved between them.

She snorted. "Pure fluff."

His hands ran down her sides, gripped her waist, and pulled her lower half up in one swift movement until her ass was right where he wanted it. His arousal was now nestled between her thighs. He moved his hips slowly, sliding himself teasingly between her slick folds.  Aroused and needy, Jack groaned as she pushed back, but he wrapped his arm around her waist to still her from further movement.

"Not just yet," he informed her, smiling at her disgruntled huff.

He brushed her hair aside and nibbled at her neck as his free hand brushed over her breasts, his fingers brushing across her nipples until the peaks tightened beneath his touch.

"Riddick...please."

His actions only served to further agitate and sharpen her need to be filled. She had missed the feel of him while sick. Missed this. He had stirred up her desire and now she craved what came next. Leaning over he spoke softly in her ear.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"Don't be a tease." She almost on choked the words, her lust and impatience clouding her ability to think. She felt teeth nipping at her skin almost immediately. His way of telling her those weren't the words he wanted.

"Wrong answer, princess." His hand skated over her stomach and down, barely touching skin until he found what he sought. She let out a soft cry when his fingers slid along her moist heat, stroking her and making her ache even more. Although his breathing was labored and he was restrained by the thinnest of threads, he wasn't making a move until she gave him what he wanted.

"You got somethin' to say to me?"

His fingers were torturing her. She whimpered and let out an aggravated cry before finally giving in.

"Fuck me, please."

"'Bout time." Growling, he dug his fingers into her hips, positioned himself and drove into her warmth, sheathing himself completely. Fuck, she was so slick and hot. After almost losing it the second he entered her, he gritted his teeth and cursed both himself and what had put him in this state in the first place. Abstinence from his own wife was a bitch, and he resolved to find a way around it should the situation arise again.

"Damn! You feel so fuckin' good."

He began to move, but agonizingly slow to regain some semblance of control. It was either that or this would end in the first five seconds, and after almost three weeks, that simply wasn't happening. On the other hand, her soft moans were provoking the animal, and it was screaming to fuck her senseless.

He knew she was growing anxious with the slow pace and eventually surrendered, thrusting faster. She shifted to lay her head and arms flat on the bed. Gasping with pleasure, she fisted the sheets as he surged even deeper.  Her walls clenched tightly around his cock and he groaned, gripped her hips tighter, and slammed into her hard until she screamed. He froze, remembering the baby.

"Jack?"

She was trembling with lust and knew what he was thinking. "We're fine. For the love of god, don't stop!"