SWEET BEGINNINGS
A Voltron Lemon Fanfic by Merla, Queen of Darkness

Disclaimer: All characters belong to WEP.

"I still can't believe we're here," Allura laughed, swirling the champagne
flute in her hand filled with the golden, effervescent liquid. She sat back
on headboard of the wide bed they had in the transport ship cabin, watching
the back of her husband's lithe and muscular form as he proceed to replace
the champagne bottle in the ice bucket on top of the bar across the room. He
only wore his light blue pajama bottoms, his upper body bare to her avid
gaze. He moved with a panther-like grace that made her glad that she was
sitting on the bed^Å or she would have melted bonelessly all over the cabin
carpet. Nothing would be left of her but her white nightgown lying on top of
a puddle of what used to be Allura.

"You and me both," he agreed, grinning at her as he sat beside her. She took
a deep breath, savoring his scent - clean, spicy, and male. He reached out
with one hand to trace the curve of her cheek. "I never even imagined I
would ever have you anywhere with me like this."

She turned her head slightly and nuzzled his hand with her lips. "Never?"
she murmured huskily, rubbing her cheek against his palm like a cat. His
hand was warm and rough^Å and tasted so very^Å mmmmmmmmm. She could do this
forever. "I'm hurt."

"Okay, maybe once or twice," he admitted with a low chuckle. "Or was it one
and a - Ow!" He reflexively jerked his hand away after her sharp little nip
on the fleshy portion of his hand. He made a big show of examining the teeth
marks before glancing back at her face only to meet a pair of irate blue
eyes and full, pouted lips.

"Just once or twice?" Her voice held a tone of warning.

"I think I've married a shrew," he said with a loud suffering sigh, shaking
his head as he placed his champagne flute on the bedside table and reached
for something in the two bowls on top of it. Since his back was to her she
had no idea what he was doing. "Not even twenty-four hours into the
honeymoon, and already she browbeats me."

"Browbeat you?" she sputtered in indignation, sitting up. "Not even
twenty-four hours into the honeymoon and you're already forgetting your
promise to make me blissfully - " She never got to finish her sentence as
something was popped into her mouth and the delicious, distinctive flavor of
chocolate and another unknown tangy, sweet taste exploded on her tongue.

"That should keep you quiet for a while. Bite," he instructed, his tone
filled with amusement. His dark eyes stared into her astonished wide blue
ones as he reached for her champagne flute and placed it on the bedside
table beside his. 

"Mmmmmm," she finally said, swallowing and licking her lips. "What was that?"

"Fresh strawberries. I had Jeff bring some from Earth," he said, his gaze
drifting down to the sight of the tip of her tongue gently gathering the
remaining chocolate off her lips. The smell of the chocolate mingled with
hers, summer roses and woman, and it was driving him crazy. 

"They're delicious," she declared, seemingly oblivious to his reaction to
her. Or perhaps she really was. One more reason to wait^Å but it was going to
be damned difficult. She turned her pleading blue eyes to his. "Can I have
some more?"

He laughed huskily. "We'll share one," he promised. 

"Share one?"

He dipped one more strawberry into the small bowl of chocolate syrup.
Deliberately, he let some drops of syrup fall upon the exposed white skin of
her collarbone and her delicate chin before popping it into her mouth, his
fingertips brushing against her full lips as he did so. She immediately
stiffened, startled into an awareness that went beyond the delicious flavors
in her mouth and to the closeness of this man she had loved for so long. A
gentle warming began at the pit of her stomach, a languorous pooling of
delicious feeling that thickened her blood and heightened her senses to
nothing else but him. His touch. His scent. All of him.

Her gaze darkened as they locked with his, and she saw him watch her
intently as her closed lips began to move in the motions of chewing. His
eyes trailed down the smooth column of her throat as she swallowed the
chocolate covered fruit, and his gaze had the effect of the caress of skin
against skin. Shaken, she wordlessly raised her trembling hand to wipe the
spots of chocolate away.

"Don't." His voice was rough, stilling her hand in midair. He took it in his
and held it tight, placing it firmly on her lap between them. "Let me." 

She stared in bemused wonder as he bent his dark head towards hers. She
closed her eyes, thinking he was about to kiss her - and gasped in reaction
when she felt the tip of his tongue drawing a delicate pattern over her
collarbone. Her free hand found its way to his nape, and she involuntarily
arched against the gentle touch of his tongue, his mouth.

"Mmmmm^Å you taste so good," he murmured, his hot breath dancing over her
skin. Slowly, as if not to startle her any more than he already had, he
showered a trail of kisses from her collar bone, inwards^Å towards the hollow
on the base of her neck, where he lingered until she whimpered in pleasure
and squeezed the hand that held hers on her lap^Å moving slowly upward along
the graceful column of her throat^Å licking off the dab of chocolate on her
chin^Å then gently kissing all around her lips.

Her fingers at the back of his nape delved into the thick, silky black
strands, rubbing the locks between her sensitive fingertips. She shifted her
hold, moving her hand down the thick ropes of muscle on his shoulder,
fingers clenching as his moist lips found another sensitive spot on her
neck. In unconscious reaction, her hand crept from her shoulders to caress
the hard planes of his chest as he continued to shower her face with his
tiny kisses, evading her seeking mouth. Under her seeking fingers she felt
the muscles jump in reaction to her touch, and the warmth that had begun in
the pit of her belly slowly crept towards the rest of her.  

"Keith, please^Å" she choked out in a strangled little voice. "I^Å" 

Her plea was cut off by the gentle molding of his lips against hers, his
tongue darting out to lick the last of the chocolate in the crevice between
upper and lower lip. Her mouth opened as she gasped her pleasure at the
touch, and his tongue gently swept in, inviting hers to do the same to his.
He let the hand on her lap go, and she felt his cupping one side of her
cheek, guiding her to match her movements to his. Her hands crept up his
chest, joining the other one already there, before finding rest on his
shoulders once more. She clung to him like he was the only anchor that kept
her from being swept away in this storm - and he was. 

After endless moments of sweet soul kisses that didn't seem to last long
enough, he pulled away from her, his breathing heavy and irregular. His eyes
filled with desire and a grim amusement as she let out a little moan of
complaint, and he stared at her kiss-swollen lips longingly. There were
other places he meant to explore for now - but he would come back to her
lips later.

"So sweet," he murmured, his gaze so intense that Allura felt herself flush
underneath his scrutiny. 

A nervous fluttering replaced the languor at the pit of her stomach. Was he
going to make love to her tonight after all?  She knew he could read the
skittishness in her sudden stiffening as he gently but inexorably lowered
her back to the pillows, but she couldn't help it - the same way she
couldn't help hoping that it would be tonight. 

As if sensing her apprehension at the suddenness of how their passion
ignited, he grinned down at her mischievously. "Isn't sharing nice?"

The expression on his face so full of boyish devilment was so at odds at
what they had just been doing that she just had to laugh. "So is that what
you meant by sharing?" she asked, staring up at him with a grin of her own.
"You'd think that there wasn't enough in that bowl for the both of us."

He looked wounded at that, but his eyes continued to twinkle. "You mean you
didn't enjoy it?"

"You don't need me to feed your overblown ego anymore than you need a hole
in the head," she laughed affectionately, reaching up to smooth the furrow
between his brows. Suddenly her smile gentled as she realized what he was
doing for her, and her nervousness faded away. Her hand trailed down to the
side of his cheek in a light caress. 

"I love you," she said simply, her eyes misting. "I trust you." 

And she did trust him^Å she had trusted him long ago with her life^Å then soon
after with her heart. Tonight, she would trust him with the final gift of
her body. 

"I think, Princess, I love you more," he replied huskily, all the amusement
dying in his eyes. He followed the full curve of her lips with his
whispering fingertips; and she softly kissed them one by one.

"Are you^Å are you going to make love to me tonight?" she asked softly
against his fingers, continuing to stroke his cheek. They had agreed to wait
until they got to their destination before they consummated their marriage
because they wanted their first time together to be somewhere special, but
now^Å She knew he wanted her, even her inexperienced eyes could tell how
much. And she wanted him, too. If he asked her tonight, she wouldn't say no.
She was more than ready.

He stared down at her for what seemed to be the longest time before he
finally shook his head. "No, not tonight. I don't want your first time to be
in a transport ship cabin," he said, squeezing his eyes tight against the
temptation of her. He paused, taking a deep shuddering breath before leaning
down and placing his forehead against hers. "God, I must be out of my mind,"
he groaned.

Allura laughed at the misery in his voice and tipped her chin up, brushing
her lips gently against his. "Well, it's a luxury transport ship cabin," she
pointed out reasonably, loving him even more - as if that were possible -
for holding back for her sake. She kissed him again before adding shyly,
"We're together - and that's really the only thing that matters to me."

His eyes flew open and stared, dark and half-lidded, into hers. "Would you
like me to?" he asked in a husky whisper.

"Yes," she whispered. Her arms came around his neck and drew him down to
meet her lips. "Yes, I would."

"I love you," he groaned softly and covered her soft, kiss-swollen lips with
his, brushing, teasing, grazing them gently until she whimpered and opened
her mouth under his. His tongue eagerly answered the invitation of her open
mouth, sweeping in to take possession of it, mimicking the rhythm that he
would use to take possession of her completely. She all but melted under the
sweet assault, her own tongue instinctively answering his challenge and
meeting him stroke for stroke. She moaned in loss when he tore his lips from
hers, his breathing labored and heavy.

"So, so sweet," he said again in wonder this time. She drowned in the
intense darkness of his gaze, and she reached up to touch his face, with the
vague notion of pulling him down for another stirring kiss. Instead he
turned his face and nuzzled the sensitive skin of her palm, drawing a gasp
of pure pleasure from her.

To her surprise he began to trace the curve of her cheek with his same
finger, the rough silk of his touch sending shudders of longing through her.
She felt it trail over the arch of her brow, the flare of her cheekbones,
the delicate line of her nose. Her hunger sharpened as she felt the same
finger explore the full moist curves of her lips. After a moment of enduring
his caresses, her lips instinctively parted and drew his finger into her
mouth. It tasted faintly of chocolate and strawberries and something that
was undeniably him.

Above her, she heard a tortured groan before he swept down and laved her
lips with more of his honeyed kisses, hot, wet, and dizzying in the pleasure
that they sent pulsing through her bloodstream. She held him down to her,
her hands caressing his bare back and his upper arms with innocent ardor,
loving the feel of his muscles tensing reflexively under her touch. She was
so overwhelmed by the sensations of his mouth taking hers, of having him so
close to her she could feel the pounding of his heart against hers, that she
barely noticed his hands tracing a path down the arch of her neck. His
fingers slowly but surely followed the path of her gown's modest scoop
neckline, lingering at the silky bows at both her shoulders, thin ribbons of
silk that held up the nightgown's bodice. 

His lips began taking the path that his hand had taken, across the arch of
her brow, down the bridge of her nose, across her cheek, stopping at the
delicate pink shells of her ear. He gently took the tender lobe in his
mouth, and the unfamiliar surge of pleasure it caused made her gasp once
more and buck against him. His mouth continued its inexorable downward
journey, planting small moist kisses at the side of her neck, the hollow at
her throat, her fluted collarbones. Finally, it trailed a maddening path
along the gown's neckline until it inevitably reached one of the silky bows. 

Taking one of the ends in his teeth, he met her passion-clouded gaze and
undid the first bow with his mouth, the other with his hand. He angled
himself away from her, bathing her fully with the golden glow of the
lamplight. With trembling hands he slowly drew down the bodice of her gown,
exposing her lush breasts to his bemused gaze. Perhaps she should have been
more modest and tried to cover herself from his eyes, but the look of pure
heat in his face told her that it pleased him to see her this way. It felt
indescribably good to have him look at her. Her breasts felt hot and heavy,
and she arched her back, unconsciously begging for a touch. She thought she
heard a whimper, and in some distant corner of her mind, she realized it was
hers.

He kissed her softly on the mouth, allowing the briefest brushes of his bare
chest against her breasts before moving out of reach again. It was electric
to Allura, and she moaned against his lips, her lips once more parting in a
strangled gasp as she felt the first touch of his hands on the delicate,
sensitive skin. The pagan languor that had stolen over when she had given
herself over to his touch tonight was replaced by a frantic yearning that
made her arch against the caresses of his hands, as his knowing fingers
slowly traced ever-narrowing circles on the swelling mounds. Inward his
fingers went, slithering over her moist, sensitive skin until she was
whimpering her delight. He resisted the greedy thrust of her distended
nipples for so long that when he brushed one tip with his fingers, as if by
accident, she cried out with the raw wonder of it. Tremors of pleasure
coursed through her body and pooled, warm and languid in her most secret
place, the rush of yearning causing her to clamp her legs tightly together. 

"Does that feel good to you, Princess?" he murmured against her flushed skin
as he feathered another kiss on the hollow of her throat. His mouth once
more followed the path his hands had blazed over her body, stoking the flame
burning within her to heights that Allura hadn't imagined possible. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed in response. "Yes, so good." Her back bowed off the bed
when she felt the gentle stroke of his lips run down the valley of her
breasts, where his lips stopped and planted more lightly sucking kisses. But
that didn't prepare her for the delicious nip of his teeth under the
torturously heavy weight of her breasts, followed by the delicate rasp of
his tongue as it followed the maddening circling of his fingers - fingers
that hadn't ceased their unselfish attention on her other breast. 

Allura's head rolled to one side on her pillow as she offered more of
herself with another arch of her back, her fingers tangling themselves in
the silky darkness of the hair at his nape and holding him to where he was.
She closed her eyes and gave herself up to his touch, crying out in surprise
and wonder when she felt the tip of one breast drawn into the hot cavern of
his mouth. She writhed against him, her fingers frantic, a sob of delight
coming from her throat. After a few moments of suckling one succulent mound,
he turned his attentions on the other causing the crescendo of feelings to
build even higher.

 He looked up and drank in the passion-glazed midnight of her eyes, her lips
swollen from his kisses, the uneven rise and fall of her breasts under his
hands, the frantic clutching of her hands on her shoulders. Her honest
response to him was so intoxicating that he earned to take her at this
moment, but he knew he had to take his time with her so he dredged up more
control and held himself back. He paused in his tender fondling of her
breasts, and her eyes met his, wide with wonder and heat. 

"Can I^Å can I touch you, too?" she asked softly, licking her lips. Her eyes
were drawn to the sculpted planes of his chest, the corded tautness of his
neck, the well-defined ropes of muscles of his shoulders, the telltale bulge
under the thin pale-blue cotton of his pajamas. "I want to touch you."

"Yes. I'm all yours for the taking," He let out a laughing groan. "But I
don't think I'll survive it," he murmured as he watched her sit up and
regard him with her thoughtful gaze. 

With a shy smile, she lay the flat of her hand on his taut chest, eyes
widening and meeting his as she felt the muscles under her hand jump
reflexively. He bit back another groan when her curious fingers abraded his
nipples, exploring their texture with the pads of her fingertips. She ran
her hand along the tense muscles of his arms, tracing the definitions with a
reverent finger, running her palms up and down his arms. He felt so good
under her hands, the contrast of the satin texture of his skin covering the
marble of his exquisitely sculpted body. But marble was cold, and there was
nothing cold about this man^Å as she let her hands roam where they would, she
could feel the heat of him pulsing through her eager fingers. 

The same way he did, she traced the granite angle of his jaw, his dark
brows, the line of his proud nose, the soft, sexy fullness of his lips. He
kissed her fingertips one by one as she stroked his lips, tasting them - and
she realized that she didn't only want to know the feel of him under her
fingers. She wanted to taste the rest of him with her lips.

She felt him draw a sharp breath when she gently planted a light kiss on his
collarbone, her mouth drawing an unpredictable pattern across his chest with
her soft, moist tongue. He tasted of salt and musk, and with her hands and
lips she celebrated the differences in their bodies, seemingly unaware of
the effect her innocent exploration had on his fraying control. Her seeking
lips took one of his nipples into her mouth, mimicking the sweet motions of
his mouth on her own breast. He groaned, his fingers tangling in the golden
silk of her hair. She drew back, her eyes drawn inevitably to the one last
covered part of him. 

"I want to see you," she whispered, tentatively reaching out to caress his
board-flat stomach and toy with the drawstrings of his pajamas. "May I^Å?"

He nodded and stood before her, even if it cost him an even big part of his
sanity when she slowly untied the string and pushed off his pajamas with
trembling fingers. She was held fascinated by her first sight of him,
thrusting out thick and proud, just like the rest of him. Drawn, her hand
reached out and touched him with light fingers, looking up curiously when he
flinched.

"Did that hurt you?" she asked, taking in his clenched jaw and his eyes
closed tightly shut.

He shook his head, his chuckle more a moan than a laugh. "Not in the least,
Princess," he rasped, the tone of his voice making her title an endearment.

A sudden thought flitted through her mind, and she laughingly blurted it out.

"Keith^Å are we going to fit?"

He laughed with her through gritted teeth.  "I'll do my best."

Reassured, she continued her artless exploration of him, testing the weight
and the width of him in her hand. It was like satin over steel, the feel of
him, and he throbbed against her hand, as if in chorus to the curious
throbbing in the dark, secret places within her. Experimentally, she wrapped
one of her hands around it and stoked the length of it with her hand.

He gave an agonized groan from deep and dark from within his throat, and
took her hand away. He gently eased her back down on the bed, following her
down and tangling his strong legs with hers.

"I can't take much of that, sweetheart, not right now," he murmured huskily
into her ear. "It feels too good to me."

"But it feels good to me, too." 

"I know," he agreed wryly, whispering kisses on her forehead while he
grabbed at the shreds of his scattering control. His face was dark and taut
with passion, and Allura was enthralled by the wonder of it. "But you were
so perfect that if I didn't stop you, I'm going to end up making this night
a disaster for you."

"You could never do that, Keith." She shook her head in vehement denial,
touching his tensed jaw. "You're so gentle, and this so much more than I
ever dreamed^Å"

"God, I love you," he groaned, his mouth sweeping down to kiss her next
words away. 

The feeling of his chest touching her bare breasts distracted her as his
hands began their teasing dance over her body once more. Allura didn't know
what felt better to her - the intimacy of his tongue stroking hers or the
rough-gentle stroking of his hands on her body. She hardly noticed as he
tugged off her nightgown, lifting her with one hand to facilitate its
passage, and bared the rest of her to his eyes. She was too engrossed in his
tender assault on her senses to be embarrassed, and the sweet flush across
her body was caused by nothing but arousal.

The dizzying taste of him in her mouth distracted her from the gentle hand
that was blazing a trail of its own on her inner thigh, coaxing it
inexorably away from its partner. But there was no distracting her from the
incomparable sensations his first touch in her secret place evoked. She
cried out, part in pleasure and part in shock, when she felt his sure but
gentle touch slowly parting her moist nether lips. 

"Shhhh^Å. It's all right. You know I would never hurt you," he crooned
against her temple, gritting his teeth against the hot, moist welcome he
felt with his fingers signaling she was ready for him. "Does that feel
good?" As he asked, he plied a gentle stroke on the swollen lips of her
womanhood. She moaned throatily in response.

After a moment, she nodded against his chin. "Yes," she whispered, the word
tapering off into a gasp as he moved his fingers again. Instinctively she
arched into his hand, writhing at the delicious sensations he was evoking
from her. He covered her impassioned gasps with his mouth coaxing her
towards the edge of a precipice she didn't understand but was eagerly
driving herself towards.

She whimpered into his mouth as he fondled her passion-engorged flesh, the
grace of his warrior's hands serving them well. He sought the taut bud
nestled within her silky folds, stroking and rubbing until she was panting
with delight. Only then did he dip his long, blunt finger into the honey
welling from her throbbing core.

"So hot. So sweet," he groaned against her lips, making her shudder with
longing. She arched her back, trying to press herself into his palm, but he
prolonged the sweet torment by using only his fingertip to tease her into a
frenzy of ecstasy.

She tore her lips from his. "Please," she sobbed, not knowing what it was
she was begging for. She was lost to the way he was playing her body. "Oh^Å
Keith^Å oh, please^Å."

He stared into the dark pools of her eyes, the frantic flush on her face,
her uneven heaving breath, and he knew that she was close to the edge. He
slowed his stroking, and she cried out in protest, digging her nails into
her shoulders. 

 "I want to taste you," he muttered hoarsely, already kissing a trail down
the graceful arch of her neck. "I want to taste you when you shatter for
me." His lips glided down her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they
went. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her to his mouth,
drinking from her sweetness. 

She whimpered a protest, moaned a denial, but her instinctive shyness melted
beneath the hot, sweet flame of his tongue rasping against the core of her.
She tugged helplessly at his raven locks as ripples of pleasure fanned out
from her womb to swallow the rest of her in their inexorable wake. As he
loved her with his mouth, he slowly eased his finger inside her once more,
timing the stroke of his finger with the laving motions of his tongue. She
writhed against his mouth, bucking in the ancient motion of mating as she
moaned her impending surrender.

"Come, Princess. Against my mouth," he whispered. And he sucked that
mysterious point into his mouth and made her shatter, sobbing his name as
she pulsed to rapture against his mouth.

When she drifted down to earth, Keith was there, softly kissing her mouth
while he laved his thick length in the honeyed liquid he had coaxed from her
pleasure-sated body. With gentle rocking motions he rubbed against her, his
proud length against her nether lips exciting the nub hidden between the
folds. With even more gentle hands he spanned the sides of her hips and
taught her to move against him in the age-old pleasure-motion until she was
bucking against him move for move. 

Her arms clung to his shoulders, her nails raking his back, and her long
graceful legs twining with his powerful ones, thrilling to the strength of
him against her. She began to sob as the pleasure began to build again,
radiating from where he was nestled against her, moving in that intoxicating
rhythm, and from where the hard planes of his chest rubbed against her breasts. 

These feelings were exquisite, but even in the passion-drugged recesses of
her mind she knew that there was something else missing, something he was
holding back, something more that she wanted from him. She could feel the
tension in his taut shoulders, and she looked up at him, and she also
realized that he hadn't yet come to his own release. 

Biting her lip, she reached down and touched him where he was against her,
and he groaned. She stared directly into his eyes, licking her dry lips. 

"Keith, I want to feel you inside me," she gasped, arching against him.
"Please^Åmake love to me now."

He gave an agonized groan.  "God, honey, you have no idea what it does to me
to hear you say that."

She gasped as he moved in a way that made another primitive shudder run
through her. "Show me^Å please^Å. Keith^Å"

He placed a tender kiss on her mouth then slowly lowered himself to her, the
tip of his erection brushing against her opening.  She felt the unfamiliar
thickness pushing against her core, and she winced a little at the pressure
there.

"Relax, darling. I don't want to hurt you," he murmured against her lips,
stroking her cheeks reassuringly, hands gentle as he rocked his hips to gain
further entry into her. He groaned hoarsely as her welcoming warmth engulfed
the thick, blunt tip of him. "You're so tight." 

She forced her knotted muscles to loosen, and she gasped as he delved even
deeper into her. She whimpered softly.
	
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he fought against the
clamor of his body to sheath himself fully inside her.

She shook her head, closing her eyes at the new sensations.  "No...it
feels..." She moaned lightly as he thrust into her gently once more, "It
feels wonderful." Her hands moved to the hard muscles of his buttocks,
wondering at the play of muscles there as he flexed and pushed a little bit
further inside her until the barrier that prevented him from going any
further stopped him. 

He groaned then dropped to his elbows, rubbing his chest against hers. She
could feel the frantic beating of his heart against her, and it matched hers. 

"Look at me," he ordered gruffly. She blinked up at him, her desire clouding
her mind and not quite understanding. He touched the side of her cheek,
raining soft kisses on her face. "I don't want to hurt you^Å but it will be
easier this way."

Covering her lips with his, he raised up and thrust into her completely,
smoothly ripping through her barrier and imbedding himself deeply within her.
	
Her eyes widened at the sudden stab of pain where the sweet throbbing of
pleasure was moments ago. Her eyes squeezed closed, and several helpless
tears slid from beneath her eyelids. She could feel him softly kissing the
tears away, his thumbs rubbing the arches of her cheeks and coaxing her eyes
open.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he soothed. Even in her tear-blurred eyes
she could see his harsh remorse - and the taut hold her was exerting on
himself. "I know it hurts," he whispered, "I know." He kept his body as
still as possible, giving her time to adjust to him, remaining motionless
within her even if it was all he could do not to withdraw and plunge deep
into her depths and lose himself in her. 

"It won't hurt for long." he promised, brushing his mouth over her temples
and the tip of her nose. She felt his hands on her legs, stroking them,
straightening them. She was distracted by the feel of his strong legs
against hers, the taut muscles of his powerful buttocks under her hands.

"It^Å it wasn't as bad as that," she said softly, putting her arms around
him. And it wasn't. Already she could feel the stinging pain fading away,
leaving nothing but an exquisite pressure within her in its wake. She rubbed
her cheek against his shoulder. "It doesn't hurt anymore. It feels^Å it feels
good."

He brushed his lips over her hair. "Sssh^Å we don't have to do anything you
don't want to do just yet," he said huskily, his hands stroking her sides
reassuringly. He coaxed her into releasing him, then kissed each of her
eyelids in turn, "Alright?"  

Her eyes met his, and she stroked his jaw gently. "I can feel you inside me.
You're so gentle," she murmured, tipping her head and kissed his lips
gently. "I love you so much."
 
"Trust me," he murmured against her lips. "Trust me." He took the lips she
offered, urging her mouth open and taking it for his own once more as he
began to move inside her, slowly, gently, retreating and plunging in long
measured strokes. He carefully watched her lovely flushed face for any signs
of discomfort, ready to stop at any signal from her even if it would surely
drive him out of his mind. 

She moaned against his mouth and tears began to trickle from her closed
lids. He stopped, angling his body away from his, his face taut with the
effort of holding back. "Am I hurting you?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"Please^Å don't stop," she moaned, raising her tear-drenched eyes to his.
"It's just^Å it just that it feels so good^Å to have you inside me^Å mmmmm^Å
don't stop."

She moved with him, her hips moving in counterpoint with his. It felt so
good^Å she was so lost in the way he was moving inside her, so deep inside
her. The pleasure mounted within her again, the same way when he loved her
with his mouth, only this time the sensations were deeper, stronger, and
swifter - as if everything began and ended with his body. She could feel the
strength of him between her legs, stroking her steadily from the inside, and
after several moments of his smooth, even movements, she released a throaty
moan of pleasure.

Keith groaned deeply, increasing the strength of his thrusts. He could feel
her muscles stroking him within her, loving the feel of her tight, heated
confines caressing him with each thrust. He grit his teeth against the rush
of pleasure pulsing in his groin, refusing to let himself go without letting
her shatter first.
 
"Allura," he groaned out, nibbling at her neck and entwining his fingers in
her hair. "Oh, baby, you feel so good." He ground his hips against her, then
lifting up and thrusting once again. She was moving her head frantically
against the pillow from side to side sobbing her pleasure, her nails digging
into his shoulders, her hands dancing down his back and lingering on the
flexing muscles of his buttocks as he thrust. She wrapped her legs around
his waist, opening herself up to him further.  She felt the power of his
thrusts abruptly increase in both strength and speed and moaned throatily,
clutching him to her.

Fresh moisture was beading on his skin, and her hips began to buck almost
violently upward, meeting his strokes with urgency. "Keith...I love you^Å oh,
it's so^Å I'm so^Å ooohhh^Å please^Å yes^Å ooohhh, yes^Å"

He took her hands and twined her fingers in his. He guided them on either
side of her head, he pushed up on his palms, squeezing her hands in his as
he angled his body in a way that would give her even more pleasure than
before. She could feel him grinding against her, heightening the intense
feelings of his deep stroking. Allura cried out, squeezing her eyes shut,
the throbbing in her womb pulsing in time to his powerful strokes, moving
with him as if she had been doing it forever.

His breathing was a rough rasp in her ear, the sensations that swept through
her felt more powerful than anything she'd ever imagined. "I have to slow
down," he ground out huskily into her ear after several minutes of
unwavering motion.

"No!" she cried, her eyes popping open and peering up at him, "Don't hold
back^Å please^Å it feels so good; you feel so good...don't slow down, don't
stop... ooohh^ÅI'm going to^Å I^Å" 

Allura broke off and bit down on her lower lip, her eyelids squeezing shut
once again and her back arching. There was something even more miraculous
about her body being joined with the man she loved, and she didn't want to
lose it. She felt the deep shudders begin from within her, and she clung to
him as the storm built higher, higher^Å knowing that he would keep her safe
as she shattered.

"Yes," he moaned, feeling her pulse around him and increasing the intensity
of his strokes. "Let go for me, love." He ground one last time against her,
burying himself in her warmth as deeply as he could.

A low scream tore from her throat as the heat of sensation that had been
building inside exploded, her entire body tensing around him. He groaned as
her powerful pulsing ripple over him, massaging him within her. He held her
as she shattered, shuddering in his arms. As the tremors subsided for her,
he continued to stroke in and out deep within her, then dropped down onto
his elbows and pulled her up against him, thrusting into her with renewed vigor.

He ground his hips against her as he drove into her, timing his strokes to
the aftershocks of her orgasm. After one more powerful thrust, he let go,
groaning deeply and throbbing deep within her, his seed spilling into her
welcoming core. The sensation of him filling her, pulsing deep within her
pushed Allura over the edge once more, and she joined him in the blissful
oblivion he had helped create for them.

It could have been minutes or hours before she reached the earth. They lay
still for a long time, waiting for their frantic heartbeats and quick
breaths to slow down. His body grew heavy on hers. She welcomed the weight
and experienced a pang of loss when she felt a gentle suction as he pulled
out of her. He rolled on his back, taking her with him so that she was
half-sprawled over his bare chest. His arm held her securely against him,
idly playing with the silky strands of her hair.

After a few minutes, she tilted her head back and raised shining blue eyes
to his. Keith brushed a wayward curl off her cheek. "Are you happy, love?"

She smiled at him tenderly, the sated, happy smile of a woman who loves^Å and
who knows that she is beloved. "Yes," she whispered. 

Keith kissed her forehead with a soft chuckle and she snuggled closer
against him as he tenderly caressed the graceful contours of her back and
her hip, waiting for her to fall asleep. Instead she lapsed into silence,
tracing small circles on his chest, but she did not seem any more inclined
towards sleep than he. "What are you thinking about?" he finally asked her.

Her gaze flew to his, and she flushed becomingly at the memory of their
abandonment, hiding her face against his chest. "Nothing," she murmured
unconvincingly.

Titling her chin up, he forced her to meet his gaze. "What?" he persisted
with a gentle grin.

Her face flushed even deeper, but she replied, "I was just thinking^Å how
wonderful that was." She looked at him with a saucy grin. "If I had known
what it would feel like, I would have insisted we leave Arus right after the
ceremony."

She looked so beautiful that he was torn between laughing and kissing her.
So he did both. She met his lips eagerly. "You were wonderful. Aren't you
sleepy?" he asked, caressing her cheek.

She shook her head. "To be honest, I'm not in the least bit tired."

He groaned. "I think that doesn't bode well for me for the next fifty years
or so." He chuckled as she hit him lightly with a pillow. 

"You'll just have to find a way to keep up, then." She absently planted a
kiss on his chest. 

"Hmmmm^Å I guess I'll have to, won't I?" he said. He tipped her chin up
towards his and gave her another stirring kiss. When the kiss was over, she
remained in his arms and her long fingers stroked the hair at his temple.
Between the touch of her hand and the feel of her naked breasts as she lay
half on top of him, he was acutely aware of his body stirring to life, but
her didn't want to frighten her with too much lovemaking on the first night.
She might still be too tender.

"I think I want some strawberries in chocolate syrup," she declared, pushing
herself off from her and giving him a tantalizing view of her breasts. She
pressed a pillow against them modestly as she reached over and dipped a
strawberry in the bowl. She popped it into her mouth and bit into the
succulent fruit.

The sight of her mouth chewing on the morsel drove nearly Keith crazy, but
he pushed the carnal thought away. He grinned at her, willing to settle for
the next best thing. "Would you dip one for me, too?"

She got one more strawberry, dipped it into the chocolate syrup, swirling
the syrup around the strawberry so it wouldn't drip. She held it out to his
lips, then flushed as she met his dark gaze. She grinned shyly. "Actually^Å I
was wondering if^Å if we could share."

He paused for a moment nonplussed - then he grinned back. "I thought you'd
never ask." 

His heated gaze followed the motion of her hands as they popped the fruit
into his waiting mouth. Then he gave himself up to the tender ministrations
of her mouth and let the magic between them begin again.

-end-
 


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Liza Velasquez
Romantic. Idealist. Dreamer. 
     
"Life is amazing, life is odd. Life is not what you expected it to be.
Growing up takes longer than you think."
                                - Lauren Bacall

"Love is so short, forgetting so long."
				- from Poem XX by Pablo Neruda