UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (25 page)

He smiles. "You are an interesting find, Sweet Thang."

"Tell me, Aurelius, can
all
of you belong to me?"

He only utters one word as slides himself back inside me. "Truly."

With every thrust, I arch myself to meet him. He quickens the rhythm, thrusting and thrusting, faster and faster, as together we climb the mountain of passion. At the peak, I stop moving my hips, arch my back, throwing my arms to the bed. Grabbing the covers, I strain as I call out his name through clinched teeth. "Aurei!"

He pushes the weight of his body off mine, bracing his torso with his arms extended. He withdraws his full length, then drives himself deep, pounding me over and over again until I scream with exquisite release. "A..U..R..E..L..l..U..S..!" As the first wave of a mind shattering orgasm washes over me, my screaming his name sends him shooting for the stars and his semen nails my G-spot causing me to scream out again. "OH..! MY..! FUCKING..! GOD..!" As he nails me, hammering it over and over until we are both fully satisfied and finish together.

He falls on me, spent and exhausted. I gasp for air, unable to move, truly amazed at what just happened. Breathing deep and hard together, I know he has given all of himself to me, in the presence of our Forever. I stroke his hair, caressing his temples with my thumbs while he recovers. His head buried in my neck. After a minute or two, I feel him stir. He lifts his head and says in my ear. "You look so good, you smell so good, you taste so good, and you fuck
so
good."

I chuckle. "Ditto. The D was good to me too!"

Laughing, he rolls onto his back, and pulls a pillow to his head, then he pulls me to cuddle with him. I roll on my side and trace my finger down his golden torso, laying my head on his arm.
It's the warmest, softest, firmest, best smelling pillow I've ever had!
I give it a quick kiss, then we lay there recuperating. Each lost in our own thoughts.

He chuckles. "Siri, I am not God."

I giggle. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You are the God of my world."

I curl up, smiling. As I drape an arm over his chest, hugging him, I close my eyes to drift off to sleep. I hear him say. "Ok. I am
your
Fucking God!"

I smile and whisper. "Truly, Madly, Deeply." Then fall asleep satisfied, as One Direction sings to me in my dreams. Sometime later, I rouse from a deep sleep to feel Aurei pull me to spoon with him and I hear him whisper in my ear. "Forever, my Every Thang."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I wake the next morning to the sound of water running in the shower and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. I stretch, feeling only a slight soreness between my legs, and smile.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
I pull the covers over my head and giggle. "He is truly
my
Fucking Golden God!"

Pushing the covers down, I realize how bright the sun is.
I wonder what time it is.
I grab my iPhone off the night stand.
Wow! It's 9 o'clock! I slept like a baby. Aurei's baby! Oh my GAWD! I can't believe it! Last night was incredible!
I throw the covers back over my head, smiling so big my cheeks hurt.
I'm gonna change his contact name right now!
Sliding the bar to unlock it, it opens on the messages menu. There is an unsent message typed. *Naked is perfect.*
Oh yes it was! I have Aurei's phone.
I mischievously giggle under the covers and I go to his contact information to change my entry. He has me listed correctly as Siri Wright. I change it.
First name: THE girl. Last name: of My Dreams. Company: Both wet and dry.
I giggle.
He'll like that.
I hit done. Throwing off the covers, I roll over, grab my phone and change his contact information.
First name: My FUCKING. Last name: Golden GOD. Company: Any place. Any time.
I hit done and put them both back.

I jump out of the bed and go to the kitchen for coffee. The tea kettle is still sitting where I left it. My mind flashes to the image of his golden torso standing outside my door in only a towel.
And that golden torso is now in my shower!
The thought of seeing him naked all covered in soap makes me horny again. Coffee in hand, I head to the bathroom.

Pushing the door open very slowly, I peek in and see he is under the water so I sneak in quietly, pushing the door closed. Sipping my coffee, I watch him bathe and enjoy the view. His body
is
incredible.
Perfection!
He is washing his hair and face so I start at the top and work my way down. His head sits on a muscular, athletic neck and his shoulders are broad and heavy with bulging mounds of muscles which drops in a perfect triangle to an arched, long, narrow waist that sits over an ass that is tight, full and defined.
The perfect fucking muscle.
His legs are straight with thighs that bulge and show themselves to be hard, and strong. His calves are not overly developed but adequate.
A runners calves.
I take a deep sigh of satisfaction, enjoying the view and the memory of last night's perfect pounding from that ass as he thrust that perfect penis into my pussy. Moving back to the top, I watch him wash his ears and then stick his head under the water to rinse. He blows air out of his mouth as the water runs down his face, and he takes a mouth full, swishes it then spits it out. He leans through the stream so the water runs down his back, enjoying the hot massage it offers.

There's an idea. A massage.
I smile at the thought of running my hands over his skin and the feel of its smoothness on my palms. I imagine his moans as I push my fingers in a circular motion into his muscles, pushing the stress away, while my eyes feast on his naked body.
A massage is a must.

Finishing my cup of coffee, I run my toothbrush dry over my teeth not wanting to make any noise but not wanting morning coffee breath either. He is still in the same position when I open the shower door and ease in quickly, trying to minimize the cold air rush for him.

The thought that he may suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder from his tours of duty never occurs to me. But it should have, because when he feels the cold air, he stiffens, pushes off the wall, spinning around with the reflexes of a cornered cat. His hand shoots to my neck, pinning me. Unable to move, I see his fist draw back to strike, and I look into the face of a warrior who has fought to survive. A death face. I instinctually squeal, claw at his grip on my neck and try to flee. He stops, startled. The horrified look on his face when he realizes it's me, makes me stop struggling, and then I see the gentle look of compassion on a courageous soldier, who faced terror and survived. He pulls me into his wet embrace. "I'm sorry, Sweet Thang. I'm so sorry." He squeezes me tight to him.

I shake uncontrollably while he holds me. "Fuck, Aurei! I thought I was dead. The look on your face!"

"It's not a good idea to startle me, Baby Thang." He strokes my hair.

"A dark secret?"

"Yes. I'm truly sorry." He leans away.

"I know you are. But oh my Gawd!" I moan to him. "I'm mortified to tell you this." I bury my face back in his chest. "But I pissed myself." I chuckle gently in his embrace. "You literally scared the pee out of me."

He chuckles softly as he holds me and stokes my hair, kissing my head. "The least I can do is wash it off you." He turns the water off and takes the soap in his hand. He starts on my back and washes down to my ass, cupping and massaging my cheeks. His hands are gentle and firm like his lips when they kiss me. Then he turns me around, leans my body against him and starts at my throat. He bathes each arm down to my fingers, cinching his with mine.
I love how that makes me feel! Connected!
He massages my arms as he works his way back up.
Wow! That feels so good on my handstand push-up muscles.
I moan and he whispers. "I love how strong you are." At my armpits, he washes and then tickles me, chuckling when I squirm. "So, you are ticklish. That's valuable intel." I chuckle too, then moan as he runs his hands down the sides of my waist around to the front of my tummy. He massages my abs too with a deep, slow stroke.
Fuck! That's wonderful!
I slide my fingers over his threading them and hunch with the rhythm of his strokes. Our bodies slide against each other, slippery and sexy. I lean my head on him and arch my back, pushing my butt around his erection. It slides easily between my cheeks and I squeeze them together. Rolling my hips, I stroke him. "Umm." I hear in my ear.

He squeezes his fingers together, ensuring mine stay entwined, then he moves them up to my breasts and we squeeze and massage them. The feeling of sharing his seduction of me is indescribable.
It's like he and I are one.
When we slide over my nipples, he puts the tip between his and mine, and he pinches it. It pops out with the soap and sends a shooting sensation like a lightning bolt through my torso and out my clit. I quiver and moan loudly. I roll, grind, and slide my body against his cock while we tease my nipples with one hand and he takes us down to wash away the remnants of my virginity. Our fingers slide between my lips, stroking, building up a thick lather, then we touch my clit. I convulse with the sensation. My knees buckle, dropping my head forward. He releases my fingers to catch me. I immediately put my hands behind my ass and grab his cock. I stroke him with a firm deep stroke, pushing my thumb down the front of his shaft, making him moan.

He pushes me away, holding me firmly then he spins me around to face him. He looks surprised. "Your eyes … damn. They are wild!"

I watch his beautiful, golden hand covered in lather move to my face as he reaches up and pushes the wet hair off my cheeks. My breath is heavy and deep like a distance runner.
I feel wild! … Like I need to fuck! I need to be fucked! Hard!

"Hold on Wild Thang. I'm not finished bathing you." He slides down the shower wall and runs his hands up and down both legs. My passion pounds in my ears. It is all I can do not to mount him. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, not the view of his gorgeousness kneeling before me. I inhale and exhale, deeply, relaxing. When he is finished, he stands back up and commands me. "Look at me." I open my eyes and look directly into his. He studies them. "Very good, Wild Thang. Very good. It will make our intimate time together last so much longer." He pulls me to his chest and trades places with me, then he turns the water back on. The cold water runs down his back and splashes off his shoulders into my eyes. When I close them, the world disappears. Immediately, my breathing matches his. I feel his fingers brush my hair out of my face again, then he cups it and turns it up to receive his kiss.

There is only Aurei. He runs his tongue slowly in and out. I passively allow him to kiss me. He pulls away and moves to the side. "The water is warm now, Good Thang, let's rinse you off." I stand still as he holds my hair, moves my face under the water, then lifts each arm, and each leg to rinse the soap off. I submit to him and allow myself the luxury of not being in control and relaxing under the warm water. All the while he repeats these phrases. "You are stunning, Siri…. Beautiful Baby…. Perfect…. Mine…." I drop all my defenses and lean on him like a limp rag doll. Then in a sweet, low voice that is full of lust, I hear. "My Sweet, Wild Thang, did I satisfy you last night?"

The sincerity of his words fall deep inside me, touching me where no one else has ever been before. My passion rages quietly under the surface of my relaxed and passive demeanor, while my wild blood pumps strong in my veins, but his sincere concern for
my
satisfaction sends strange tears of weakness to hover in my eyes and I feel a lump form in my throat.
Is this really happening to me?
I can hardly believe I have found this perfect man that cares enough about me to ask that question.
Feeling overwhelmed by it all, I bow my head unable to answer for fear the lump will burst and a dam of tears will spill out.

As he turns the water off, he teases me. "What? No reply? Nothing? I thought it was fucking fantastic myself." When he turns back to me, he has to pull my chin off my chest to see into my eyes. The strained look on my face trying to control my emotions and the tears stops his laughter. He looks stunned, then confused. "Baby Thang, are you okay? Why are there tears? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Your pussy? Did I hurt you? Fuck!"

I shake my head and try to laugh but the action causes the dam to break and I sob.

"Fuck!" He says, and it sounds like a hurtful moan.

Disparately trying to gain control of this unusual display of weakness, I push away embarrassed. I manage to force out of my quivering mouth before my throat closes. "I'm sorry, Aurei, but I can't…."

He grabs my shoulders and his fingers dig in, hurting me, as he pulls me back to him in a tight bear hug. "NO…NO…NO…. You said forever!"

I reach around, grab hold of him and hold on for all I'm worth as the sobs rack my body.
Poor baby! He thinks he hurt me and I'm leaving him! Oh, shit! I fucked this up! Damn tears!
I fight to gain control but he strokes my hair. "Your wild look! I thought it was passion. If I hurt you, you have to tell me. I will never do it again. I promise you, but you can't leave me. I won't let you."

All I can manage to force out is "Shish!"

He stops talking and holds me. Finally, my sobs are spent and I gulp deep cleansing breaths. I push away from him and he lets me loose, but holds my hands. I give his chest a pitiful smile.

"Damn, Siri. Don't look at me like that. You're breaking my heart." His sweet sincerity sends the tears back to the surface.

I nod for him as they slip out and fall down my cheeks. He tries to take me in his arms again, but I shake my head. "Wait!" I manage to squeak out. Looking through the shower door, I distract myself while I gulp air again. I see my coffee cup sitting by the sink. It is my Surreal, blue heart mug.
I didn't notice that I drank out of it this morning.
I breathe in and out.
I didn't. That's Aurei's morning cup this morning.
Happiness surges through me and I smile as I stare at it. I clear my throat. "First, I'm satisfied! So satisfied! Second, I'm not hurt! Third, Forever is forever for me, and for you? It's as long as you want me!" He reaches for me, but I put my hand up and block him. "Fourth, I like it rough! Feel free to pound my pussy anytime." I turn my face to him, confident and in control again. But I stare at his chest, not into his eyes. I want to make sure he hears what I am saying.

He sighs relieved.

"Fifth, I'm not a crybaby. I don't know what the fuck that was all about, but my bath was fucking fantastic. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Sixth, I meant to say, 'I'm sorry, Aurei, but I can't believe how lucky I am! You're perfect and you're MY Fucking Golden God!' But it went horribly wrong. You create feelings inside me that I have never felt before." I lift my eyes to his. "I'm blown away by you!"

His expression changes, instantly. His mouth slackens and he stares at me with a look of utter disbelief on his face. I smile at him knowing what he is about to say and he says it. "Wow, your eyes glow when you cry!"

"Yes, I have been labeled a glowing, green eyed vixen."

He reaches for me and I fall into his arms. "You are so beautiful! Siri, I can't believe how fucking lucky I am. You're perfect, and I am your Fucking …
Golden
God?"

I laugh. "Yes. I named you that the first day I saw you. Your hair looks like a halo and your skin is golden, even your body hair glistens with gold highlights."

"Well, I don't know about all that, but if it turns you on, you can call me whatever you want!"

I fall to my knees, kneeling before him with my head hanging. "I bow before you, Golden God." Then I reach up and take him in my mouth. I slide his cock in and out with my tongue, in short strokes to wake it up. It instantly hardens for me.