Cool Rider

Jami was not one of those prissy pink pretties. She was a
hell-bent for leather type. She wore skin tight clothes and loved the
color black. She refused to deal with the guys who wanted something
from her that she refused to give to someone who was the next thing
to a "boy next door". She wanted more than just the white picket
fences. Farm boys were just not her thing.

Those fake slimes in the Cantinas were just as bad as the
home town idiots. They wanted her body. They wanted her pussy. They
wanted to use her just like this desert used them. She wanted more
than that, too.

She was sitting in the desert right now watching what she
wanted. He was red and black and dressed in black leather and flowing
robes. He moved with grace that set her skin to tingling. He rode
that speeder like it was part of his own body.

He had just sent out droids in all directions and was
settling in for the night. She was possessed with the absolute need
and desire to know him in every way. She wanted to ride that speeder
with him. She wanted to feel him use that power of predatory grace on
her body. She wanted it NOW!

Jami slid down the dune and was standing in front of the
entrance to his ship in no time. She walked into the blackened
entrance. It was spooky how her footsteps echoed on the metal plates.
She stepped warily beginning to feel frightened.

"It's about time you began to use your senses."

She spun, but she had no time to register that the man was
suddenly behind her before he was on her. He knocked her to the
ground and held her there with his body. She was elated and she was
scared spitless. His body felt like heaven against her, but she was
also terrified by his strength. She looked up into eyes made forges
from hell's flames.

He looked deep into her soul and began to growl. It was
arousing and frightening at one and the same time. He took her lips
in a savage kiss that she returned wholeheartedly. Her arms rose to
wrap around his neck and her fingers rubbed at the base of his horns.
His hand wrapped in her hair and his other hand went to the valley
between her breasts.

He was wasting no time. His hand curled around her neckline
and suddenly ripped her tunic from her. His mouth turned from hers to
dine greedily upon her breasts. She panted and cried out as his teeth
found her nipples. She whimpered and his growl intensified.

The next thing to be trashed was her tiny skirt. Its material
was so flimsy that it did not survive his thrusting his leg between
hers. It ripped up the seam. His teeth, as they moved down, took it
out of his way. His fingers twisted her panty edges in a tight grip
and then tore them from her.

His eyes met hers in an intense look that burned her. His
tongue slipped out to make a slow leisurely stroke of her nether
lips. She shivered violently and he smiled. It was not a very nice
smile. It bespoke of evil. She knew in that moment he would enslave
her and she didn't care.

He buried himself between her legs. She groaned and writhed
against his assault. He nipped her hard. She again cried out and she
could not tell anymore whether he was purring or growling.

She was wet and hungry for something she'd never touched
before. In his arms seemed to be the way to finding it and she
submitted to every part of his desires. Everything was spiraling out
of control. Where was the ground beneath her? It didn't seem to
matter that much anymore.

He rose above her. He had somehow removed his clothing
without her noticing. His beautifully sculpted body settled against
hers. The touch of his flesh against hers burned in a way that left
her breathless and yearning. He took her wrists in his grip and held
them above her head. He found her innermost entrance and penetrated
her.

It hurt. She screamed and he laughed as he continued his
penetration. She was told once that the first time was a breaching
and painful. She'd forgotten. He kept his eyes on hers as he
continued thrusting in and out. She finally met his eyes as the pain
faded. The look in them combined with the ceaseless motion was
hypnotic.

She found that unfilled and unknown path again. Her heart
pounded and her body began to move to meet his. She closed her eyes
once more as she was caught up in the pleasure overlapping pleasure.
Her body tangled with his and she was taken on a ride every bit as
joyful as the one on the speeder might have been.

She was flying. She was being brought up to the highest point
of the heavens. She wanted it all and he was giving it to her. The
dance of ancient mating was no different now than it had been then.
Nothing could ever compare to this again she thought and then they
crashed together and she thought she'd died.

She screamed out and he shouted. Every bit of them both went
into spasms from the force of their explosive orgasm. It was
perfection itself and she felt she must have died. She closed her
eyes and allowed oblivion to take her.

When she woke, she was wrapped in a robe like one she'd seen
him wearing. She was alone and lying on the sand in the middle of the
desert. It was twilight of the next day. She stood up and looked into
the sunset. He was gone and she'd never even know his name.

She stared a long time into the desert's darkening beauty.
She turned at last. It was then she saw the speeder. He'd seen her
inner desires and given her this one to let her remember him with.
Every ride she'd take on it would be another ride with his spirit
holding her.