He was a test tube born Variant male. He was a Colonel in the military. She was a natural-born, a civilian beneath his protection. He knew that he shouldn't and had even vowed that he never would.
Yet Bo found himself winding his hands into Cassie's silky black hair drawing her up to her knees on the sofa between his legs as he moved his mouth over the fullness of her lips hungrily. Their charged emotions mingled with passion as they began to kiss each other urgently. Breathing heavily Bo tangled Cassie's hair tighter, lifting his head he uttered with difficulty, "Cassie-you know where this is leading-make me stop and I will." He paused heavily, nearly angry. "Christ Cassie, I'm a Variant," he finished in a hiss.
"Oh Bo . . . please don't stop," she answered breathlessly, leaning against his chest to seal her embrace
"You don't know what your saying," he growled, yet she was caressing his shoulders and down his back urgently with her soft hands. Making him ache for what he'd held himself away from. "Christ, I promised myself I'd never do this again. Not with a natural born," he muttered in a low hiss. However at that same moment his lips were conquering Cassie's sweet mouth again as though he had absolutely no control over the inevitable.
With both hands he searched under her blouse finding her tantalizingly braless as he slowly cupped each of her full breasts into his hands. She moaned heavily against his mouth as he kneaded the weight of each breast trying to spill out of his palms-and then urgently Cassie began to tug his uniform shirt loose.
"Kiss me," he ordered. She took a deep breath and her nipples raised tightly into the center of his palms while she tilted her head to do his bidding eagerly. He'd never seen a woman of more erotic beauty. She seized something inside of him that he was not sure he would have given away freely. Only the point was mute because he'd never experienced desire for woman like this before. He knew as he stroked her supple body for the first time that he would never have enough of her.
Her lips were full and hot on his as she opened her mouth to his sweeping tongue like a fully passionate lover would. She was uninhibited, urgent, and clearly enjoyed touching his strength as his uniform shirt was lost to the floor and her hands explored the padded muscles on his chest, moving lower to the ridges of sinew along his abdomen, and then around to his tight flanks. His muscles tensed, expanding as he held himself in control over the passion she inspired while she fondled and stroked his body like an artist working with clay. Intimate, sensual, and enthusiastic.
Then she reached for his thickly heated dick straining against the zipper of his trousers and he caught her wrist firmly. There was only so much he could withstand. She whimpered in disappointment beneath his devouring lips as he wound her wrist behind the small of her back and pulled her tightly up against him. Their position spread her pelvis over his turgid cock as he reached for the fragile lace of her panties beneath her skirt.
The fact that there was a skirt with fragile lace panties beneath and not military-issued boxer shorts, heated his blood even more. When he touched the lace of her panties and cupped her mound she wriggled into his hand invitingly, breathlessly. Her puff was warm, her panties damp. He traced her tender crease through the bit of lace.
"Bo-Bo."
He kissed her harder, squeezing her heated puff of femininity into his large hand. Searching with his fingertip under the edge of lace until his finger became drizzled with her wetting arousal.
"Ohm- mm," she moaned beneath the heat of his lips as she scraped her nails down his back, then with a purely feminine undulation of her hips she mounted his finger more.
"Jesus," he hissed lowly in appreciation as he bent her over his arm, mouthing one of her puckered nipples through the silk of her blouse. Her head fell back and she offered herself up to him as he buried his hand further down her panties. When he touched the swollen pearl of her clitoris she trembled and gasped.
"Touch me Bo-please more," she mewled passionately. "Oh God-ohh hh!"
He circled her clitoris with his finger . . . harder . . . faster-faster then he hitched her up over him spreading her knees on either side of his hips until he had full access to her scorching puff. When he thrust his finger inside her tight vagina her fingernails dug into his flexing biceps painfully as she gripped him inside and out with a soft scream of pleasure.
"I want you to come baby." He thrust inside her again and she mewled low and passionately as her head fell forward into the crook of his neck. "I want you to come in my hand." Her entire body was quivering in his arms as he circled his finger deeper inside her molten sheath while the flat of his thumb rubbed over her taut throbbing clitoris. "Now, baby. Let me feel you come now."
Bo took Cassie's mouth beneath his just as she climaxed and the hot air from her scream of pleasure filled him as he felt her convulse and grow fluid and quivering in his arms. Her puff rippled in his hand, hot and moist, as her inner sheath clutched at his finger over and over. He was shaking with the force of his feelings as he continued to kiss her more slowly now while he held onto her tightly. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever possessed in his life and he felt overwhelming protective of her as he lifted his hand from her panties, then he took both of them to a stand with his more powerful Variant strength.
He tried to tell himself that he should not be doing this. That he should go no further, however Cassie was raining hot kisses on his neck and jaw line. She was crimping his short silver-gray hair with her fingertips. And then-
Then he had her sitting on the breakfast counter with her lissome bare legs hugged around his hips. One rip of lace and downward drag of his zipper and he could be inside her. Where he wanted to be. Needed to be hotly.
He broke their fevered kissing, breathing hard as he rested his forehead to hers with his arms locked on either side of her. "I can't do this again," he growled tightly.
"What Bo-what," Cassie whispered pecking at his lips. Somehow her blouse had come undone and the sight of her naked breasts were-distracting. He heaved a raw breath and tried to straighten away from their tawny-pink buoyancy. But that had been a wrong move because Cassie's hands were clutched around his neck and it only brought her flush up against him, plumping her breasts into his chest, down to her loved-heated puff cleaved over his rock-hard dick.
"Christ," he cursed sharply then he grabbed her arms from around his neck and pushed her upper body backward until her spine was tilted at an angle away from him. "You are a natural born. I do not make love to natural born's." Or anyone else for that matter, he could add sadly.
Cassie did not look properly threatened as he intended or the least bit worried. Or the least bit hurt. She looked stunningly aroused. She looked as though she had found what she wanted and he was it. She reached upward to stroke his clenched jaw and he let her, loosening his hand from holding her back with his strength.
"You already have," she murmured.
Cassie didn't care about the racial bias between test tube Variants and the more naturally born humans. As far as she was concerned there was only prejudice if you allowed there to be- and she certainly had not been thinking prejudicial thoughts when she first looked into the graphic blueness of Colonel Bo Wyatt's eyes. She knew from what he'd said that Bo must have had painful experiences with natural born women in his past. She also knew he was trying more to protect her than himself. The prejudicial statements and feelings about them being together could turn cruel, even violent.
But none of that mattered at the moment with the hard, muscular, and powerful feel of him wrapped between her bare clinging legs. She could feel the forceful ridge of his arousal pressing against her and she wanted him with a need so deep it made her tremble.
"Please," she begged him shamelessly, holding herself out on a tottering emotional limb. He could crush her feelings with only a look or a word of denial. She let him see everything in her gaze, opening herself up to him completely to take or to crush. He growled harshly in his throat with his indigo eyes turning into blue fire.
"I'm not like the rest!" she cried-and finally he leaped over the barriers holding him back so strongly. He grasped her panties by the front waistband of lace, digging his fingers deeply, then he pulled roughly-there was a ripping sound! It didn't hurt-it was thrilling as he bared her to his gaze. His other hand was in her hair dragging her aggressively up to his mouth and their lips slammed together in passion. She knew she should be afraid-terrified at his aggression, his need. And she was partially when she felt his aroused penis released from his pants, and laying like a scalding impression from her belly button down to the first curling hairs between her thighs! He was huge, so long and thick, she would never be able to take all of him she thought frantically. Yet still, she squirmed against him caught in the heat of his marauding lips and hands petting her body and challenging her to try!
