Free Captive Heroes by Jan Springer

Eagerly, she stroked his silky-smooth steel shaft. She loved the solid length, the heated pole. She wished he would impale her and bring her the fulfillment she craved.
    “This scar…it truly arouses me,” he said in a strangled voice.
    Kinley couldn’t help but chuckle.
    “You have a scar fetish?” she whispered, enjoying the erotic way his fingers trailed over the raised flesh of her scar. He touched her as he had the last time and it brought out her excitement and need, just as before.
    He blinked down at her, puzzlement in his black eyes. It seemed as if he had no idea what she meant. She would have posed that question to him, but his fingers trailed from her scar and tickled over her tummy, then dipped sideways to her waist. She held her breath as his fingers worked the tie of her hair blanket skirt.
    The tip of his pink tongue peeked from his mouth and anticipation raged in his dark gaze.
    “You lie before me like a banquet. A feast for my eyes. A torture to my hot fingers. I wish to quench my heat inside you, but I dare not.”
    A worry wrinkle creased his forehead and she wanted to beg him to take her and do what they both needed done.
    Yet she remained silent and transfixed by his long, steady fingers as they lifted her lower garment away from her hips. Warm air whispered against her mons.
    He moaned at the sight of her. A wicked, wild sound that sent shards of erotic heat spiraling through her.
    “Beautiful female,” he whispered as his gaze remained riveted to the area between her thighs. “I have been anticipating seeing you like this again.”
    Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. The eagerness for pleasure softened her tension and she spread her legs, allowing him to see more. Lightly, he ran a strong finger up along her inner thigh. His lovely touch claimed her flesh and she found herself tensing, needing, wanting this dream to be real.
    Her pussy clenched with anticipation of his finger entering her and she moaned in protest when he didn’t penetrate. Instead, he trailed his finger lightly over her outer labia lips. His touch was a gentle whisper, an exquisite promise of things to come. Her heart raced as he found her sensitive clit. Softly, tenderly, he explored the intimate bundle of nerves. The pressure snapped wild shivers through her, making her forget to continue stroking his cock.
    A quick jerk of his hips returned her attention to his needs. She ran her hands along his length, instinctively getting rougher and quicker, the blood straining against his satiny-hard flesh as his pleasure continued to grow.
    She could barely concentrate on him as he rubbed her swollen breasts and at the same time massaged her clit. Energy built deep inside her. A sexual fire she used to enjoy back on Earth erupted, igniting long-dormant memories.
    Back on Earth? Something flashed in her brain. Something frightening. For a brief moment she struggled to remember and realized it would only ruin her erotic dream. Yet it was something she should know, but it slipped away into the excitement that once again raged through her.
    Tension roared. Anticipation soared.
    When he finally thrust a finger into her wet pussy, she convulsed and cried out as flames of arousal slammed into her like a storm. He withdrew and came into her pussy again with two fingers. He plunged hard, fast and as rough as she craved. Embracing the convulsions tightening her body, she continued stroking his cock.
    She jerked her hips, gyrated, closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the mindless pleasure he gave as he played her body like a musical instrument. Slurping mingled with her cries as release charged through her with the erotic speed of lightning bolts.
    As he finger-fucked her, she removed one hand from his cock and splayed her fingers over the massive expanse of his chest. Feathery curls dusted her fingertips and thick raised welts pressed against her palm.
    Moans erupted from him as she stroked his scars. It was as if just