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Leap of Faith
They washed each other gently, thoroughly, kissing and touching, arousing one another, the Fire raging now in both of them. Daniel made sure that every move he made was slow, gentle…full of love. It was as important for the women to see that men could be this way, as it was for the men to understand this is how they needed to behave.
Casey had her suspicions about this room. She was sure that there were cameras somewhere, probably everywhere, recording or displaying every move they made. She hadn't been able to see them, which meant that Daniel probably wouldn't see them either. As long as she didn't think about it, she would be all right, she told herself. Once Daniel started touching her, kissing her, she could think of nothing but how much she loved him, how much she needed him.
They finished their shower, dried one another carefully. He carried her to the bed, laid her gently in the middle of it, stretched out beside her. "You're okay?"
She smiled. "Yes, Daniel. I'm fine. You're here, you're safe…I'm fine. I'll be better once you scratch this terrible itch that I have."
He grinned. "I'm good at scratching itches." He lifted her fingers to his lips.
"I have a terrible itch," she whispered seductively. Her fingers moved over his whiskered jaw, she shivered slightly with anticipation.
"Then I'd better get busy," he said softly, just before his lips captured hers. He couldn't help but smile inwardly when she sighed at the touch of his tongue against her lips, giving him access to her sweet mouth. He ran his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, wrapped his hand around her throat, his fingers touching, caressing her jaw. Slowly he trailed his hand down her body, felt her tremble from the light touch. He moved his fingers back to her collarbones, tracing them again and again as his mouth began a journey of its own. He marked her, sucked that spot behind her neck that made her shiver…just like…that. She had one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder, her soft touch setting his skin on fire.
He was building a fire so hot, so intense that she was already shaking. He settled his weight on her, then began to caress her breasts with his hands. When his lips finally closed around a hard, aching nipple, she moaned softly. Her back arched, trying to push more of her warm flesh into his hands, his mouth. She moved her foot up and down the back of his calf, felt the reaction in his body. His erection was pushing into her leg, making her all the needier, making her mouth water to taste him. She smiled. She would have her turn. He was moving down now, teasing her belly button. She felt his tongue move over that tiny ring, she shivered as her belly rippled.
He couldn't take it any longer. He could smell her, he could feel the heat from between her legs against his chest. He had to taste her, and it had to be now! He moved down again, wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently spread them wider. He closed his eyes breathed deeply. Oh, god yes! She smelled so sweet! His mouth was watering when his tongue darted out and lapped at the honey that was flowing from her. He moaned at that first taste of her. He drank from her well, his need for her so great that his face was pressed tight against her as he pushed his tongue as far into her as he could. He was rewarded when she came, that flood of sweet honey pouring into his waiting mouth. Like a junky getting a much needed fix, his body shook from the sweet taste of her. He began to move his tongue over her folds, again and again, stopping only to rub his face against her thighs, until she was making tiny noises in the back of her throat. He eased two fingers into her, stroking gently. He pulled his mouth away from her. "Ready, Angel?"
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
"Give it to me, Casey," he whispered. He sucked her hard, swollen clit into his mouth, teased it with his tongue. Her thighs began to quiver, and she began to whimper. He increased the tempo of his fingers. She cried out, her hips pushed against him, her back arched, her fingers clenched in his hair.
"Daniel! Oh, Daniel," she whispered.
He moved up beside her, leaned over to make love to her breasts, teasing those hard buds. She put her hands against his chest and pushed slowly.
"My turn," she said, leaning over him. "I need to taste you." She lowered her head and kissed him, her fingers moving over and over his jaws. When one hand moved down his throat to his shoulders, her lips went in pursuit. She licked and sucked at his hard, flat nipples, his gasp making her smile. She licked the tattoo that she loved, the one that had helped her find her way through the darkness and into the light, flicking her tongue over it again and again. She moved down, teased his navel with her tongue. His breath was coming faster, harder. She moved down again. She licked him, from his balls to the tip of his magnificent cock, his back arching off of the bed when she did so. She wrapped one hand around him, the other cupped and caressed those heavy balls. She licked around and around the head, flicking her tongue over it, then took him into her mouth.
He moaned when she finally wrapped her lips around his aching cock. His hands were full of her hair, he wrapped it around his fists, held tightly as she began to drive him completely insane. He closed his eyes, wondering for one split second what the 'sisters' were thinking about the show they were seeing. When she began to suck him with strong, steady strokes, he lost all ability for coherent thought. Her hand was moving in time with her mouth, and when she moved over him, took him deep into her throat, he knew this glorious ride was over.
She worked him steadily, her mouth and hands keeping the same rhythm. She could feel his balls begin to tighten, he was ready. She pressed her tongue against him, situated herself over him, and took him into her throat. He was throbbing hard and fast, and suddenly he was there, crying out her name, his body arched toward her. She took every drop he had to give her, licked him clean, then kissed her way up his chest. She almost giggled out loud at the thought that any of the women watching had never seen a man come, they had no idea what had just happened. She wondered briefly if she could talk Daniel into pulling out before he came…she liked to watch him come.
Daniel pulled her to lay beside him. "Feel better?"
"Yep. Do you?"
"Um…just how much energy do you have?"
He grinned. They normally made love at least once a day. It had been three days since he had been with her. "Lots, Angel. Why?"
"Well," she was running her fingers up and down his body, from his Adam's apple to the beginning of those dark blonde curls. "I was wondering if you'd…" she started blushing.
"What, babe? It's okay, you can tell me," he said gently.
She shook her head. Took his hand and put his hand between her breasts.
He smiled. "Ah. Looking for a pearl necklace, huh?"
She blushed again, and nodded. "Do you mind?"
He had to laugh. She had no idea that every request she made of him only turned him on more, made his need that much greater. Because everything she asked him to do was something that he enjoyed doing. The 'professor' in him realized that it would probably be a good idea to let the women watching know what it…looked like…when a man ejaculated. "No, Angel, I don't mind. I kind of like doing that myself. You wanna get me started?"
She smiled and nodded, then slid back down on the bed.
He closed his eyes as her lips wrapped around him again. Yep, a flick from that sweet, talented tongue, a couple of sucks and he was hard as a rock. He was always amazed at her ability to get him up immediately after emptying him. He needed…wanted to taste her again. "Slide around here, Angel. Let me taste you."
She never stopped what she was doing as she shifted her body, lowered her hips to his waiting mouth. His tongue was doing marvelous things for her, and her hips began to jerk from his attention. He was starting to throb faster. She pulled her mouth from him, rolled to her side, turned around to put her head on the pillow.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
She nodded, her smile nearly blinding him. She grabbed her breasts, pushed them against him when he straddled her shoulders and laid his hard, hot cock between them.
He closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around her slender wrists. Her skin was so soft as he moved against her. He wondered just how many women…and men…were watching them right now. With luck, they would never know. It was apparent that Ihat and her friends didn't want them to know they were being watched. As long as Casey never knew, everything would be okay. Oh, god, it feels so good! He wasn't going to last much longer. He put his hands on her breasts, she moved hers to his ass. The touch of those soft hands, caressing him, squeezing his butt was going to drive him crazy. He began to knead her breasts, pressing them harder against his aching flesh. "Get ready, babe," he moaned.
She raised her head, and took what she could catch when he started coming. She almost giggled out loud, wondering what Ihat and her friends thought of that! She ran her fingers through the warm fluid, licked them clean. Daniel's eyes darkened…she knew how much that turned him on.
"Don't move. I'll be right back," he said, shifting off of her and climbing off of the bed. He came back a few minutes later with a damp cloth, and gently cleaned her off. He tossed the cloth onto the table near the bathroom door, then stretched out beside her again.
"You weren't hurt in that…city…were you?" she asked softly, her head on his shoulder, her fingers again moving up and down his chest and belly.
"No, Case, we weren't hurt. Actually, the men were pretty nice to us." He tightened his arm around her, pulled her closer, needed to feel more of her skin against his.
She giggled. "I'll bet!"
He rolled his eyes. "Not like that! But they were anxious to learn about sex…with a woman…and what it was like to have a wife and children."
"Really? I guess they found some books with pictures in that library, huh?"
Daniel laughed. "Yeah, they did as a matter of fact."
"I wonder if Ihat and her friends are looking at them now? Wouldn't it be something if the men you…explained things to…are explaining right now to her and her friends?"
"Yeah, it would be. At least we know that there's hope for these people."
"The change won't come easily, nor cheaply," Casey said sadly. "It's a shame, but that's the way it is."
"There's always hope that the change can be brought about without too much…damage."
"I’m all for hope," she sighed.
"You gonna touch me or just drive me crazy?"
She giggled, and slid her hand down to his swollen, throbbing flesh. "I thought I was touching you."
"You are such a smartass," he said, grinning.
"Yeah, but you love my ass!"
He let his hand slide down her side, to her hip, over that sweet ass. "I sure do," he agreed. But not tonight, not here, he thought. He glanced around again, looking for the cameras that he was sure were there. Making love to her like that was something too special, too private to let anyone witness. Not that he was particularly fond of the idea of being watched right now. But he understood the need. These people literally had no clue as to what went where! Had he stopped to think about it, he would have realized that nature would have provided all the instruction necessary.
She shifted to her side, crooked her arm and rested her head against it, the other still gently stroking him. "I love you."
He reached up and traced her face with his finger. "I love you, too."
"Do you ever wonder how Jack and Sam can handle it when they're apart? I mean, they can't 'feel' each other, touch each other, talk to each other."
"Probably like everybody else does. Like we did before we had this…gift."
"I guess. I'd go crazy not being able to touch you, or feel you, or talk to you."
"Me, too, Case. Just being able to reach out and know you're there makes it easier for me when we're apart," he admitted softly.
"I need you," she whispered, her body aching to hold him inside.
"I'm right here, Angel. Take what you need," he whispered in reply.
She moved over him, straddled his hips. She took him in slowly, gasped as he filled her. "Oh, yeah," she moaned. She began to massage him with those muscles deep inside, her hips barely moving against him. So good, she thought for the millionth time. He feels so good!
His hands were on her breasts; squeezing, caressing them, tugging at her hard nipples with his fingers. He watched her face as she moved against him. He slid one hand between them, found that hard, swollen nub and began to move his fingers against it.
"Oh, right there," she hissed. Her hips began to move back and forth, pushing against his fingers, then pulling back to feel him deep inside. Daniel had found her rhythm, it wouldn't take long for her to be over the edge. His other hand was still caressing her breasts, moving from one to the other and back again.
He could feel her pushing harder against his fingers. He waited for the signs that signaled her impending orgasm. Yep, the thighs were quivering, soon she'd be making that beautiful sound. There it was. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust up into her.
"Daniel!" she cried out, her head dropped back, her eyes fluttered closed as her release washed over her in waves, making her shiver all the way to her toes.
He pulled her down against him, rolled them over and began to drive into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him back toward her each time he moved away. Her hands were on his chest, her fingers digging into the muscles there. She felt so damned good, so right…so…perfect! He pushed deeper and faster with each thrust he made, her hips meeting his each step of the way. She moaned softly, he felt her shiver, felt the rush of heat and wetness, the convulsing of her well around his cock sending him over the edge. "Casey!" His body shook as he throbbed inside her, the feelings wonderful and precious and all that he wanted and needed. He dropped down onto her, smiled when her arms wrapped around his shoulders to hold him tightly.
She held to him, pressed her lips to his shoulder, breathed deeply of his scent, listened to his breath coming in ragged gasps as he slowly came down from the heights to which they had just flown. She loved this man with everything she was. There was nothing that she wouldn't do for him.
He rolled them over, slipped one hand under her hair against the nape of her neck, the other moving slowly up and down her back, the skin like satin beneath his fingertips. "Love you, Angel," he said softly.
"Love you, too," she replied. She snuggled against him. "Daniel?"
"I'm kind of hungry. Let's take a shower and then eat."
"Sounds like a plan." He kissed the side of her head, caressed her hips as she sat up. He followed her into the bathroom, and they took a quick shower. Dressed in clean clothes, they sat down at the small table and ate two of the MREs. Casey had brought candy bars along, so they ate those as well. They were both dying for a cup of coffee. Casey decided she was going to start carrying a small jar of instant coffee. She needed her caffeine!
A A A A A A
They had barely finished eating when the lock on the door activated. Ihat walked in, a smile on her face. "Come, it is time for you to speak to the Sisters," she said, looking at Casey.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because my dear, you are married to a man. You love a man. Only you can answer their questions," Ihat explained calmly.
"What about Sam?"
"Samantha will be there as well," Ihat said.
Daniel grinned at her. "Hey, I had to answer all of the questions for the guys!"
She stuck her tongue out at him. He just laughed, leaned over and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Her eyes were burning with Fire again when he pulled away.
Ihat barely suppressed the gasp that she felt, couldn't hide the shiver of excitement that flashed through her. Although she had taken care so that they wouldn't know about it, Casey and Daniel's lovemaking, as well as that of Sam and Jack, had been broadcast all over Dovinia Minor. Women were coming out into the streets by the hundreds, having been told at the end of the 'documentary' that Casey would be at the garden of the Chappa'ai to answer questions. One hundred and thirty men, a very appropriate number, she thought smugly, were cleaned up and dressed in new clothes. They had also been witness to the acts of physical love between a woman and a man. Which was why Daniel must also be in attendance, as the men would be in the garden as well. The Lady and the Prefect had been placed under house arrest. Ihat's personal guard, made up of women she could trust completely, were making sure that they could not escape to try to undermine what was happening. There were those among the Guard who were not open to the new ways. They were being held as well. Four of the Chairwomen were part of the rebellion. The other five had been quietly taken to holding cells. Until the women had decided for themselves what they wanted, those with the power or influence to stop this movement had been quietly, quickly, and efficiently dealt with. The women…and men…of Dovinia were on the brink of a new age.
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