Meet The Human Warrior

By Brenna Lyons

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In Devon's Price, I give a bonus story from the Night Warrior world called "Heart of A Warrior." I started the piece with Melissa returning home after the first time she made love with Mack. Strangely enough, Mack and Melissa decided that wasn't early enough, and "Meet The Human Warrior" was born. Keep in mind that Mack isn't a Warrior. In fact, he has no idea what Warriors are. He's just some poor schmuck who has fallen in love with a beautiful woman, a woman unlike any he's met before.

Melissa's lips left his, but they hovered close, nearly brushing over Mack's, offering promises of delights in some secluded place, if she were willing again.

"My place or yours?" Hell, questions like that hadn't worked so far, but at least they kept Melissa laughing, and Mack would fight fire to hear Melissa laugh. The best he could expect was some serious petting, but he hoped someday she'd allow him more. She was definitely in the mood for that petting tonight; her kisses and slumberous eyes announced that clearly.

She licked her lips, her voice a caress against his lips. "Yours."

Mack could hardly believe his ears. He had to be dreaming. "You actually said 'yours'?" he asked.

Melissa smiled against his lips. "Um. Yeah. I think I did."

He pressed her back against her car, urging her lips apart in a heated kiss that left them both breathing harshly. It was always easier to make himself clear in action than words where Melissa was concerned.

"We'll be doing more of that, I hope," she managed.

"Oh, yes. I'll pick up my car tomorrow, if you don't mind."

There was no question that she wouldn't spend the night. Melissa described her family as 'highly overprotective.' While he'd like to laugh at the concept of them sending bounty hunters to find her, she seemed sincere about the men she called 'Mayer Trackers,' and so he couldn't find it in him to chuckle at the mental image.

Melissa nodded and handed over her keys.

The trip to his apartment couldn't have been short enough. His body reacted fiercely to the knowledge that Melissa wouldn't have agreed unless she planned to take full advantage of the solitude with him.

Whether they ended up making love or just engaged in heavy petting in a more conducive environment for it, this was a major step for them. So far, she'd shied from visiting his place...or inviting him to hers. Petting, while enjoyable, had always been accomplished in cramped cars or on blankets in darkened parks and similar locales.

Mack pulled into a parking space and got settled without conscious thought about it. His consciousness was locked on Melissa's mouth caressing his jaw, her breasts pressed to his arm.

"Inside," he managed. He wasn't about to settle for his hands under her clothing in her car when he could get at least that much in a warm, lighted apartment.

She nodded and slid from the car.

He guided her inside, locked the door then removed her suede jacket, hanging it next to the door. Melissa did the same for him then removed his tie and tossed it onto the hall table.

Mack scanned his apartment, trying not to presume too much. "Where do you want to...play?" Even if she said the couch, it was better than the back seat of one of their compact cars.

Her smile widened. "Apartments usually have beds."

He bit back a shiver of delight, leading her to the bedroom. Melissa didn't waste time. She kicked off her modest heels and lowered herself onto the spot he typically settled to sleep in. Mack toed off his own shoes and sat next to her, at a loss for how to proceed.

Michelle didn't appear lost, despite her lesser sexual experimentation. Her mouth brushed his, and her hands worked the buttons on his dress shirt open.

Their kiss was slow and deep, her touch drugging. She explored all of his exposed skin, seemingly mapping him as he inched her suede skirt up her thighs.

Her mouth left his. "Take it off," she breathed.

"My shirt?"

Michelle chuckled, stretching lazily. "That, too."

"Your skirt?" he asked, wanting to be certain. They were too close to miscommunicate now.

She licked her upper lip, her expression hungry. "For now."

Mack hiked his shirt over his head, tossed it in the general direction of the dresser then worked the button and zipper on her skirt. Melissa raised her hips, aiding him in removing it. Then they were more undressed together than they'd ever been.

He stared at her lace-trimmed panties, his mouth watering to get past those as well. If her scent was any indication, she'd taste divine. She spread her legs, giving him a better view, baring a stray golden curl or two peeking through the lace.

"Do you like looking?" she asked.

"Very much. You're...beyond beautiful."

Melissa laid back, and he followed her down, nestling his cock to her heat, capturing her gasp in a kiss. She didn't back down, pressing further onto his rigid length.

Mack forced himself to slow, deep kisses, though his instincts demanded he pull the clothing between them away and thrust inside her as soon as possible. Her wandering hands and impassioned cries didn't help, and when her thighs wrapped around his waist, her calves nestled to his ass, he nearly gave in.

She broke away, staring at him, seemingly confused.

Maybe, I'm rushing her into this. "Should I open a bottle of wine?" he offered.

"Yes. That would be nice." Melissa eased her legs from around him, biting her lip as he retreated.

His cock ached, and he had to adjust the package before heading to the kitchen. Her flushed face darkened as he did it, and Mack hardened further, though moments before, he would have sworn under oath he could get no harder.

"Hurry back," she requested in a tremulous voice.

That statement was enough to convince Mack to make record time in opening the wine, grabbing two glasses and returning. He stopped in the bedroom doorway, rapt on the scene, nearly dropping the bottle in his inattention.

Melissa had unbuttoned her blouse, allowing him just a glimpse of the bra that matched the panties. She waited patiently for his reaction, her expression hopeful.

"Mack?" Her voice was uncertain, perhaps even a little fearful.

"Do you really want the wine?"

"Maybe later."

He nodded, setting them awkwardly on the dresser to his right, one of the glasses toppling onto the towel he'd left there that morning. "Take it off. I want to look for a minute." And, this way, he wouldn't rip her clothes off of her body.

She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, pulling it off the ends of her fingers and tossing it to the floor beyond the bed. There was only a momentary pause. Then her hands went to the bra clasp.

"If you do that, my trousers come off," he warned her.

Her hungry look proved to him that he'd never been fully-erect in his life.

"They're cutting off blood flow to my only working brain," he gasped, trying for humor instead of the pitiful plea that came out.

Melissa slid off the bed and strolled to him, stroking a hand over him that nearly brought him to his knees. Mack groaned, wrapping his hands around the back of her head.

"Remove it," she whispered.

"My trousers?" The thought of her watching him undress had him throbbing.

"No. My bra."

Before he could question that, Melissa had unbuttoned his trousers and was easing the zipper down. Mack hesitated only a moment then unhooked her bra, trailing his fingertips down her arms as he slid it to her wrists. One hand at a time left her work at easing his trousers down, allowing the bra to fall away between them.

"English rose," he whispered, identifying the color of her nipples as a close match for the suede he'd removed. How many times in the last few weeks had he stroked those nipples -- through her clothes or beneath them -- and wondered what color they were?

"Boxers," Melissa noted, that same undertone of awe in her voice.

That did it. He kissed her, a hungry kiss, fondling her breasts, groaning as she pushed his trousers down his thighs. Stepping on the hems, he worked them the rest of the way off.

Mack guided her back to the bed, halting as the mattress forced them together. He slid his hands from the center of her back, down beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling her against his length. Her eyes closed on a moan.

"If you don't want me to finish, stop me now," he requested, using the last of his thinking mind to compose and issue the words.

Melissa eased to the side, and he released her, stepping back. Just as he opened his mouth to offer to walk her to her car, she moved again.

She stretched out on the bed, her hair fanned over his pillow, easing her panties down slowly. Inch by inch, her pinked skin and golden curls appeared, holding his undivided attention.

Melissa gasped, and Mack dragged his eyes to her face, closing the mouth he'd been too shocked to close earlier. Her eyes were locked on the length of him, currently tenting his boxers.

It took his muddled mind a full five seconds to register that she wanted to see him nude -- or that she wanted him nude to facilitate sex. Mack hooked his fingers in the waistband and stretched it out around his aching cock. He eased them down slowly, watching her reaction as he uncovered the purpled head and fingerwidth after fingerwidth of the shaft.

Melissa raised her legs, and his gaze locked on the patch of curls between her slightly-parted thighs. She slid the panties off and started to lower her legs.

Mack knelt on the bed, trapping them against his body. She stared at him, questioning silently. He eased her knees further apart, feasting his eyes on her spreading body.

Without explanation, he sank his mouth to her weeping core, sampling her. Melissa cradled his head to her, begging for more with every tip of her hips and moan. She gasped his name, her hands tightening, pulling his hair and sending sweet twinges of pain through him in the process, rolling her hips instinctively.

He groaned, picturing her making that move when he was inside her. Melissa froze, her back arched and her moan morphed into a full-throated scream of pleasure.

Mack smiled, raising his head as her hands loosened. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown to the side. Her fingers stroked at his hair lazily. He laid a kiss on her clit, and her breathing hitched.

Melissa extended one leg and stroked his hip, seemingly seeking his cock, though it was buried beneath him.

"Yes?" he grumbled, fighting the urge to take her mindlessly.

"You're too low on the bed," she replied in invitation.

He crawled up between her thighs, planting his hands beside her head. "Too low for what?" If she was saying she wanted to lose her virginity tonight, in his bed, she'd have it.

Melissa raised her head from the pillow and sealed her mouth to his. Mack sank over her, deepening the kiss. In moments, they'd progressed from slow and deep to frantic. She wound her legs around his and pressed her hips up.

Mack pulled back slightly then thrust into her. Her ragged cry rumbled into his mouth, her hymen offering only minute resistance.

She didn't give him time to ask if she wanted time to recover. Her hips moved in that sinful roll, and her hands cupped his buttocks, encouraging him deeper.

He obliged her, thrusting deep, again and again. Melissa met him fully, her tight body and swiveling hips a slice of Heaven on Earth.

And then it washed over him. Mack shouted harshly, nestling his face in her hair as his climax went on and on, buried to the hilt in her still-circling body. Aftershocks wracked him, and Melissa gasped.

They lay together, fully entwined, chest to chest, lips brushing lips. It was perfect, and yet...

The niggling of unease coalesced into the solid reality that he'd screwed up. Mack raised his head, staring at her in guilty misery.

Her smile faded. "What is it?"

"We...uh..." Not inside her, bonehead! Mack rolled to the other side of the bed, sliding free of her body and drawing Melissa with him.

"Made love?" she asked, seemingly lost and confused.

"Well, yes. Of course, but we... I! I got carried away and didn't...um...use..." He looked toward his blood-streaked and semi-erect cock.

"Oh." Melissa bit her lip lightly. "We should have, I guess."

"I'm safe," he offered hastily. "AIDS-wise, I mean. It's been about nine months, and my work physical requires a test. The last one was just last month, so I'm not...you know...infected or anything."

She breathed a sigh of relief, laying her head onto his shoulder. "And, we know I'm safe, so that's okay."

"AIDS-wise, but--"

Her brow furrowed. "You have reason to believe you aren't in other ways?"

"No! Of course not, but... Oh, hell. I'm mangling this."

Melissa turned, folding her arms on his chest and planting her chin on them, her eyes assessing him. "Take it one step at a time."

Mack forced his mind to function as her golden hair cascaded over his stomach. "Even if neither of us... We've covered that. Let's move on."

"Agreed."

He took a deep breath, playing a curl between his fingertips. "Let's forget about disease for a minute."

She glanced at his cock then back to his face, darkening. "Oh. You're worried about a baby," she deduced.

"You're not?" He couldn't picture Melissa taking birth control pills for no good reason, and she was smart enough not to jump blindly into something as important as motherhood.

"I...never really thought about it."

"Which is why I should have."

Melissa looked away, seemingly disconcerted.

Too late, he realized how that came out. "I mean, I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for."

She looked back at him, her mouth working as if she wanted to ask him something.

Mack cupped her cheek in his hand. "You've never had to think about it. I have. I should have protected you."

"Go back a step," she whispered.

He tried to retrace his steps. "I have?" He shifted uncomfortably. "You knew I'd been with--"

"No. Before that."

"What? What did I say?" The look on her face didn't tell him if it was very right or very wrong, but whatever it was had struck her hard. He prayed it was good and not bad.

"You don't want to rush me into having a baby?"

"I don't want to rush you into anything." He'd done his level best not to do that so far.

"But...you've thought about it already. About me having a baby with you." She didn't question it. Neither did the concept seem to scare her off.

"Oh, yeah." He'd thought of everything from the wedding and honeymoon to children and retirement, and there was no other woman he could picture sharing it with. "When you're ready."

Melissa kissed his chest as she'd done in his car a few nights earlier. Mack closed his eyes on a groan. That move cut through him, and she knew it. Her hand circled his cock, and she kissed again. He hardened with just that little provocation.

He opened his eyes, lost in pleasure and in her expression of awe. She stroked him, her breathing hitching in response to his.

"You're not rushing me into anything," she breathed. "I'm just where I want to be."

With that, she straddled him and took him in. Melissa rocked over him, crying out as he started bucking into her.

"Oh, God," he grumbled. I'm doing it again. I'm letting her risk--

"I can deal with that."

"Deal with..." He ground his teeth, holding back release, trying to make it last this time.

Melissa arched her back, fitting her body tight to his. "Making you see God."

Mack wrapped his hands around her hips, driving into her with a renewed sense of purpose. "You're turn," he promised.

Little cries of passion left her lips with each thrust into her, growing louder and less restrained. She ground against him, taking him to the root, forcing him to the limits of endurance.

The sweet contractions of her climax nearly sent him over again. Mack stared at her, drunk on her expression. "What does He look like?" he teased.

"Divine," she whispered.

That was the end of his control. He thrust up, releasing wave after wave of come into her, shivering as she screamed his name.

Mack pulled her down over him, parting her lips, tangling his fingers in her hair. She was right. It was divine...and she'd said this was just where she wanted to be.

Devon's Price: 10 of Cups in the tarot series, will be releasing shortly from eXtasy Books!

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Copyright 2005 Brenna Lyons

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