Chapter 6 part 2
The kiss grew deeper, hotter. She parted her lips further, welcoming him in. She stroked her tongue against his, learning his taste, his mouth, how to move against his buck teeth. He groaned softly, wrapping his arms around her, his tail coiling around her hips. He hadn't felt a kiss like this for a long time. It was already stirring up desires and wants he wasn't sure they were ready for yet. With great reluctance he broke the kiss, already breathing hard. "Whoa," he said quietly.
"Yeah," she said dazedly. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her soft puffs of breath tickling his fur. "That's a good kiss."
"Very good kiss," he said softly. But is this what she wants? He looked at her seriously, "Is this too much? Too fast?"
"No," she said. "If anything, I don't think it's enough. Please," she reached up to pull away his shades and looked into bionic red eyes that brimmed with emotion, "kiss me again."
"Oh, Charley-girl," his voice dropped even lower than normal as he cupped her face in his hands, brushing a finger across her lips. She caught the tip of it and kissed it. He felt a jolt of desire shoot through him, sharp and hot. Their mouths met again, and this time, it got completely out of control. He marveled that her lips were so soft; she loved the rough feeling of his tongue and the slight scrape of his buck teeth. She licked them and he gasped. "You like?" she asked, uncertain.
"Oh yeah," he said roughly. They kissed again, his hands sliding down from her jaw and neck to her arms, moving down to her sides and the hem of her shirt. Her hands weren't idle either, and she brushed them down from his shoulders along his strong arms, stroking the fur that felt like rough velvet. She brought them up to inside his vest, laying them on the hard muscles of his chest and shoulders. He started breathing hard as he felt her stroke his sides and chest. She gasped outright as he moved his kisses down her jaw and neck, nipping his teeth for a barely there bite on the rim of her ear.
She pulled herself closer to him, burying her hands in his fur as she explored his body. He moaned at the sensation, biting his lip to stifle the full out shout he'd nearly given. It may have been a long time since he was last with a female, but that was no excuse. Charley deserved the best from him.
All his thoughts scattered as she kissed him again, her hands rubbing his fur the wrong way as she explored. Throttle couldn't believe it felt so good. He'd been with girls from distant planets and none of them made him feel like Charley did. She gave little nips and kisses along his jaw as she went for the sensitive area of his neck.
He couldn't' stop the gasps and moans she evoked as the girl moved further up and nibbled the rim of his ear, brushing her fingers along the edge of the other. The mouse touched under her shirt now, sliding his hands along her sides and up to just below her bra. He cupped her breasts through the lacy material, making her arch back into his touch. "Too much?" he asked.
"Not enough," she repeated, and leaned back to take off her shirt. Throttle shrugged out of his vest and bandanna, tossing them along with his gloves by her shirt on the floor. She slowly reached for her bra and his hands gently caught hers. "Let me," he said. She nodded, letting him take the front clasp off and slide the bits of white lace from her body. She blushed red at his appreciative look, modesty making her hands come up to cover herself-
He caught them in his larger ones, gently pulling them away. "Don't hide from me, Charley-babe, please don't. You are so beautiful," he breathed, leaving her hands and cupping her breasts. They filled his palms, her nipples hard and flushed pink. Gods, her skin was so soft, and her scent! Sweet and light, like apple and mint and beginning to sweeten with her arousal. He wanted her scent to soak into him, to have her right here and now-he stopped the thought before it could go farther. Slow, he needed to take this slow for both their sakes. He couldn't stand it if he somehow managed to screw this up. He couldn't stand it if he hurt her somehow.
The girl softly moaned as he held her breasts, his hands unbelievably warm on her. When he leaned down and kissed each one, she couldn't help her soft cry of pleasure. His rough tongue licked her nipple and began to suck it, barely scraping his buck teeth on her skin. His hand aroused the other one, rolling and pinching the nipple before he switched, making her cry out again. She stroked his ears in return, feeling the soft fur and how they twitched at her touch.
His tail twitched and spasmed at the sounds she made, her soft moans and gasps and broken attempts at his name. Throttle couldn't help a surge of pure male pride that he could bring out this side of her, a side that only he was allowed to see. He felt a wave of possessiveness grow in him as this girl, his Charley-girl, nearly came apart from his touch. He pressed her lower body closer to him, tension growing as she shifted from where she sat to move into his lap, parting her legs to straddle him. His tail slid down her waist, the tip circling her navel and lower, under the clasp of her jeans. His tail went further in, under her panties and into her cleft, making him gasp at how wet she was there. She cried out sharply as she felt his tail curl under her, stroking places that hadn't been touched by anyone in so long.
Charley's cry of pleasure brought a bit of sanity back to his hormone-clogged brain. Throttle pulled back again, forcing his breathing to slow so he could think. This was too fast, he knew it was. He hadn't meant to take this so far, but she felt so good around him. He pulled his tail from her body and fought to ignore the moaning protest she gave for its absence. "Charlene?"
She had her eyes closed; her breathing was nothing but gasps and pants as she tried to clear her head. "Throttle?"
"Say the word, and this stops," he said, his body nearly shaking as he fought for control.
"Why does it have to stop?" she asked, opening her aqua-colored eyes to look at him. Her hand stroked the soft fur of his cheek as she spoke.
Throttle honestly thought for a moment that he would drown in those eyes like the sea. He closed his eyes against the sight of her, her lips bruised, hair falling over her shoulders, skin flushed, and the marks of his kisses staining her body like branding marks. Gods, he couldn't remember the last time he'd ever wanted someone so much. "This is too fast. I wanted this to be special for you, not just some rush on the couch."
"We don't have to go all the way yet if you don't want." But oh god, right then she wanted to more badly than she needed to breathe. "We can take our time. But I want to touch you, babe, please. I just want you, Throttle." His entire body shook with want as her soft voice panted in his ear. He lowered his head at her words, not wanting her to see the emotion that was on his face. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
"More than anything," she said, leaning forward to kiss his nose, cheek, even his eyes. She looked at him for a moment. "Do you not want this?"
"I do, Charley-girl, but..." His voice grew quiet as he spoke. "If we start this, and you change your mind, baby, I don't know if I can stop. I've wanted you since I first saw you, and now I can have you, and its driving me crazy. But I won't hurt you, I swear on my name, I could never hurt you." Cruel memories, echoes of the other kids taunting 'rapist's son' came from the back of his mind.
"You won't," she said, pulling him up and embracing him fully. "Throttle, I know you could never do that. You're the most honorable man I've ever known. Its part of why I love you"-she gasped, her hand pulling back and covering her runaway mouth. She hadn't meant to say that, not yet.
Throttle's eyes went wide in surprise. He knew she cared, but this? "You love me?" he said, his voice unreadable.
Aw, hell. She blushed as she spoke. "Yeah. For the longest time." She found her courage and looked him in the eyes. "I think it was probably right after I first met you, that night when we went up on the scoreboard and watched the meteor shower. I-I thought you were so beautiful, outside as well as in. I love you, Throttle."
He almost crushed her in his arms as he held her tight to him. Love had gone so badly for him with Carbine. But what he felt for Charley was nothing like what he'd felt before. It was so much stronger, it honestly scared him. If he lost her, there would be no coming back. And he didn't care. He had to have her with him; he had to have her affection. And now he had her love. There was nothing to fear now.
"I, oh Charley, I-"-he tried so hard to tell her everything, everything in his heart, and spoke the truth the best he could, "I love you, my Charley-girl." He kissed her deep and slow, their passion getting stronger as it went on. The Martian's hands slid down her waist, undoing the snap of her jeans. She took over and slid them down her hips, meaning to pull them off, but his next action stopped her. His tail slid back around her thighs as his hands returned to her breasts. His tail moved up and stroked against her inner flesh, making her cry out as it rolled and pressed. It slid further in, reaching her entrance and pushed inside her. She closed her eyes as her head fell back with a low cry, his touch there like nothing she had ever felt before.
Throttle moaned as his tail dove deeper into her, his hands pulling her hips closer to his own. Gods, she was so hot, so wet and tight. He stroked in and out of her body, raining kisses and love bites on her neck and breasts. When he felt her passage begin to tighten, he began to thrust his tail faster and harder within her. "You're so beautiful, my Charley-girl. Come for me, baby, please." He kissed her softly. His girl bucked against him, moans and cries spilling out in time to his movements until it was too much and not enough-
She screamed out his name as she came, legs now wrapped tight around his waist. He held her close as she shivered, tremors wracking her body from the feelings he'd given her. Goddess above, she was so beautiful. He nuzzled the side of her face as she calmed, gentle kisses to her brow and lips. "You alright?"
"That was amazing," she said softly, tucking her head into the crook of his neck to catch her breath. She slowly looked up into passion-hazed red eyes, still aware of the pressure against her belly from his now very tight jeans. "What about you? What do you need?" she asked.
No one's ever asked that before. He smiled. "Just you."
She smiled in return and pulled back from him, slipping out of his lap and kicking off her jeans and underwear. "There's something I've been dreaming about doing with you, if you want to."
He cocked an eyebrow at her, a slight smile on his lips. "You dream about me?"
"Since I first saw you," her husky voice replied. She couldn't help the blush that came over her cheeks as she spoke. "I dreamed about how you'd taste if I kissed you, how your fur would feel on my skin. How your arms would feel around me, and how my hands would feel roaming over you"-
He moved too fast for her to stop, pulling her against his chest and kissing her thoroughly. He gulped air as he pulled back from her, the girl looking none to steady at the moment. "Charley-girl," he leaned forward, his antennae brushing against her forehead. Hazy images flowed through her mind's eye; his memories of dreams of love and passion, and aching moments when he woke to find his arms empty. "I've dreamed of you, too."
She caught her breath and smiled mischievously, "Then maybe we should make some dreams come true."
"As my lady wishes," he said with a devious smile of his own, quickly unbuckling his belt and shucking off his jeans, boots and socks. They took their time to look at each other. She stared at the planes and angles of his hard body, the fur that covered him shorter on his stomach, like suede, the rest of the fur like longer velvet. Strong arms, powerful legs, trim hips, a long curving tail. She could even see the fine scars that ran over his body, souvenirs of the terrible war he and his bros fought every day. Oh god, he is gorgeous, she thought to herself.
Throttle saw the desire in her eyes as she looked at him, unable to help his body's reaction as he grew even harder. He let his gaze wander her body, so much smaller than his and almost delicate. If he were to stand behind her, it would look like he could swallow her whole. He traced his hands slowly down her soft, pale skin, taking in her full breasts, long legs, sweetly curved hips, and-"You have a tattoo?"
It was a symbol he recognized, the astrological sign for Mars, inked in black right beside her hipbone. She blushed at his look. "What? I'm an Aries. I didn't like the ram idea, so I went with the star."
"Oh, I'm not complaining," he said with his voice thick with desire and tinged with wonder. "Its just now that I know you have that mark of Mars on you, I don't think I'll be able to stop thinking about it."
Her body shivered at the timbre of his voice, shuddering at the idea. She hadn't given her tattoo much thought after meeting them, but now it almost seemed like fate. I have a mark of Mars on me, she thought to herself. I like that. The girl gave him a small smile as she moved closer to him, reaching forward to touch him. "I said we need to take care of you, and I will. You, otaku, need some serious spoiling."
Charley barely hesitated before placing a hand lightly against his hip. She carefully started to run her hands over the tanned fur, watching as they trailed up his strong chest then slip down firm abs and thighs. The girl ran her hands down his tail as her head lowered down, brushing her lips over his hip and stomach, then following up the center of his chest. A groan rewarded her efforts as she continued up and across his muscled chest, giving him nips and small bites until she reached the sensitive spot on his shoulder. He cried out as her small teeth wreaked havoc on one of his most intense hot spots. His entire body shuddered as she brought her hands around to stroke his sides and shoulders before touching his nipples, all the while nipping and sucking on his neck. Her touch felt so good! The Martian could barely stop himself from screaming as her hands started to slide lower.
"Mother of Mars, woman!" He moved to face her, his arms wrapping around her as he kissed her. His bionic eyes were burning when he looked at her. "Baby, I love you, but I can't take anymore."
She gasped at the intensity of his stare. "Then let me help you," she breathed. Throttle moaned loudly as she began to rub her hand along his shaft, curling her fingers around him and stroking from base to tip. He put both hands at her waist, needing to hold on to something to keep the world from spinning. She used her other hand to reach lower and hold his heavy testes. The mouse nearly saw stars as she rolled and kneaded his sac, still stroking his length. "Charlene, oh sweet baby, yes," he moaned.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
"More?" he said in confusion. What more was she talking about? He got his answer when she suddenly moved to go down on her knees in front of him. "Charley?"
She met his eyes with a wicked smile and blew against his cock. His eyes went wide in shock at the feeling of cold air, "Charley-girl, wh-what are you"-
"Do you trust me?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Always, baby-girl," came his instant answer.
"Then please, Throttle, just let me touch you," she said, giving a soft kiss to the tip of his shaft. His body jerked suddenly as a few long, auburn tresses slipped over Charley's shoulder and trailed silkily over his sensitive head. "I want to touch you so badly."
The mouse gasped out loud, turning it to a full-out shout as she began to lick the head and sides of his length. Finally, she moved forward and parted her lips to slowly take him into her mouth. The Martian rolled his head back and almost screamed as her tongue pressed against him, the only words making it across his brain being 'hot,' 'wet,' and 'velvet.'
Oh gods, he'd only heard about this on other worlds; a dangerous, forbidden pleasure that males of dozens of planets paid dearly to attain. The sheer amount of trust involved in such an act was staggering to him. He hadn't even believed it was physically possible. Martian women couldn't do this with their larger front teeth, making oral sex something very one-sided on Mars. But his human girl not only could, she was eager to give this to him. That she was even willing to do so for him, to go on her knees to pleasure him, humbled the mouse like nothing else.
She pulled her mouth back and forth across his flesh, making him moan her name until he would have sworn he couldn't remember his own. He felt the tension building and tried to warn her, unsure if she wanted to take all of him or not. "Charley...Charlene, wait-you have to stop...oh, Mother of Mars!" he groaned as she sucked back on him. "Charley-girl, s-stop, stop."
She pulled back from him, growing worried. "Is something wrong? Do you not like it?"
"Love it," he panted, cupping the side of her face. A small part of him wondered if he was insane for denying himself the pleasure her mouth had offered, but-"But babe, I'm getting real close. I-I don't-" I don't think you want me to come in your mouth, he thought with a blush.
"Its okay," she said softly, turning her head and kissing the palm of his hand. "I want you to." She locked her gaze on his. "I want you. Please, baby? Let me make you feel good?"
His bionic eyes went wide at the look on her face. Love, acceptance, desire, even need shone in her eyes; all for him. His voice shook and broke, "G-Goddess above, I love you."
She smiled, "And I, you." The girl leaned back down, taking him into her mouth once more. She began to hum as she sucked him, the vibrations like nothing he'd ever felt before. The mouse had reached his limit. Throttle couldn't hold back anymore and with a wordless roar, his orgasm screamed across his body. Stars burst across his vision, and in the searing pleasure she brought him, he only knew one thing. He loved this woman, and he would never let her go. He gently pulled her up from the floor and held her as close as he could, rolling to his side and wrapping his arms to cradle her and his tail coiled at her waist. He was almost unable to believe what they'd just done together. "Mother of Mars," he breathed, his body still shuddering in aftershocks. "Are you alright, Charley-girl?"
"Oh yeah," she said, wiping away the last traces of his seed from her lips before lazily wrapping her arms around him. "I don't think I can move for the rest of the night, but I'm good."
"Same here," Throttle said dazedly.
"You're welcome," she said with a self-satisfied smile.
He gave her an odd look before shaking his head with a laugh, "You're not right."
"Thank you," she said cheerfully. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, aqua eyes filled with an emotion he finally had a name for. "I love you, Throttle."
"I love you too, sweet Charley-girl," he said, wrapping his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest, her breathing quickly becoming smooth and even in sleep. He smiled in happiness as he held her. In moments, he fell into the most peaceful sleep he'd ever known. For once in his life, all was well in his world.