The Titan Drowns: Time Travel Romance by Nhys Glover (highly recommended books .txt) 📕

and I thought I would be cast out on the street like a scarlet woman. Now I have everything I have ever dreamed of and more. I am so grateful to you.’

‘A month ago, I was a lonely man beginning a great adventure I hoped would cleanse my jaded pallet. I never expected to find love, to have the possibility of a family. I never thought such a thing was possible for me.’

‘Karl, would you kiss me?’

His fingers stopped moving but they didn’t leave her forehead. Then very slowly he drew himself up onto his knees and leaned in toward her. She closed her eyes and waited, and for a terrifying moment, she wondered if he would actually do it. Then she felt his lips play over hers gently, tenderly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world to him.

She opened her lips and invited more. He responded by intensifying the kiss, leaning in, so that their mouths were pressed together as if they’d never part. Then, when the first pleasure ebbed, he began to use the soft flesh of his bottom lip to caress her as he gently nipped at her upper lip with his teeth. It was so unexpected that she drew in a startled breath.

He withdrew immediately. ‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No. It was just unexpected. No one has ever nibbled me before.’

‘I didn’t know I was doing it. I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be. Kiss me again, please. Nibble me, do what you will to me. I am yours to do with as you will.’

He gave a self-conscious laugh. ‘Do not say such a thing to a man or you might be taken at your word.’

‘I want to be. I want to know what it is to be with a man without pain, fear and humiliation. It is all so new to me. I do not know where to start.’

‘Let me touch you then.’

Her gaze jerked up to meet his. ‘How?’

His fingers moved to her blouse and began to unbutton each pearl slowly, waiting for her to stop him. Her pulse began to race, but she didn’t move. She wore no stays and all that covered her breasts beneath her top was a chemise of white lawn. When the final button was undone, he drew back the sides of the blouse and pulled it free of her skirt. Then he began to stroke at the thin, cotton fabric that clung to her swollen, sensitive breasts.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he said in hushed awe.

His gentle strokes were wonderful and she relaxed beneath his tender touch, no longer embarrassed by what he was doing. But when his fingertips closed around the tip of one nipple, she nearly jumped off the bed.

‘Too hard?’

She shook her head and lay still once more, letting him resume his exploration. He tweaked the nipple again until she felt a hot pooling between her legs. Then, while she was trying to come to terms with the strangely delicious sensations flooding her, his fingers left their play and stroked up to her shoulder. She wanted to tell him to go back, to finish what he’d been doing, but she was too shy.

However, suddenly something warm and wet pressed down on her breast, and she groaned with pleasure as his mouth sucked in her nipple along with its cotton covering. Convulsively, she reached up and buried her hands in his brown hair, feeling its silky strands, unmarred by greasy pomade. When he gently grazed the nipple with his teeth she clutched at his hair, pulling him closer, whimpering in delighted agony as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her.

Then his mouth left off its ministration and moved away. She whimpered again, this time in disappointment. When he blew onto the damp cotton, she shuddered.

‘How do you know all of this?’ she asked, as he cupped her furthest breast in his hand and kneaded it gently like bread dough. He began suckling on her other nipple through the fabric.

She arched her back, not understanding why, but trusting that her body knew what to do. His tongue left her breast and licked a trail up to her throat, where he began to kiss and nibble her there as he kneaded her full breasts with sure, gentle movements.

 

‘I am an avid reader. There was a time I thought I should explore sex as part of the human experience so I did my research. However, I could never find a woman I wanted to experiment with.’

She chuckled, as her face began to burn with embarrassment. ‘You can research this in your world?’

‘You can research anything in my world. Am I doing it right?’ His voice was very low and growling, and his breath, as he exhaled onto her skin, sent her into excited rapture.

‘Oh, I think you are doing it right. I have never felt so… delicious. What happens next?’ she said breathlessly.

‘What do you want me to do next?’

She shook her head. ‘I have done no research. I do not know what there is on offer?’

‘There is a buffet of pleasures. Try what you want and then move on.’ He chuckled against her skin and even that felt wonderful.

‘Kiss me then, and continue to touch me as you are doing. I like that very much.’

He moved up so that he could kiss her deeply and this time it was not tentative exploration. This time, he kissed her like he wanted to devour her and her senses reeled from the onslaught. Shakily, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, needing him as close as it was possible to get. Her breaths came as croaky gasps when he gave her space to breathe but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but their mouths and the rhythmic kneading of her breast.

Then, that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, not separated by starchy fabric that chaffed her sensitive skin.

‘Take your shirt off?’ She made it a question, in case he thought her too forward. He ripped the shirt from his body and followed it with his undershirt. She opened her eyes so she could see what he looked like, and she moaned with delight at the sight of him. His torso was tanned and muscular, with a scattering of hairs fanning out from the centre of his chest. His shoulders were broad and solid. Up close, he looked so much bigger without his shirt than he had with it.

Tentatively, she reached out and stroked his skin, feeling the ridges and the wide expanse of muscle across his chest. It was his turn to groan.

‘You are beautiful,’ she said, not realising she used the exact words he had used when he saw her for the first time. Instantly, he was back covering her mouth with his once more. This time he was frantic with desire. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. Then he was kissing his way down her neck and the friction of his bare skin on hers was bliss.

‘Can we… be joined when I am with child?’ she asked shyly, as yet another ripple of sensation made its way down to her core.

‘Of course, as long as there are no complications. Is that what you want? Are you sure you do not want to wait until we are married? I might be a mad man and you will feel worse…’

‘You are no mad man, Karl. I trust you with my life. And I do not want to wait if it does not hurt the baby and you do not mind me being fat.’

His laugh was a joyous thing. ‘In our world, your body swollen with new life is the most glorious thing there is. You have no idea how beautiful you are to me like this.’

‘Then, if the door is locked, let us remove our clothes and… come together. I do not remember how it happened before. I was too terrified to pay attention. I know it hurt between my legs; that's all.’

His hand ran down the length of her body and cupped her between her legs through her clothes. She bucked against his hand in surprised pleasure.

‘That didn’t hurt,’ she admitted with a gasp.

‘Let me get this skirt off you and see if I can get the rest of this right. I feel my control is reaching its limit and I may need to relieve the pressure before we go further.’

‘Relieve? How?’

‘Don’t concern yourself, beloved. I just need to…’

Her hand found its way to the front of his trousers and felt something hard there. The groan he let out told her not what she did was good or bad, but it was definitely significant. She felt her way along the length of the rod-shaped part of him she discovered. This muscle was harder than the muscles in his chest.

Suddenly, he clamped her hand hard against him and his body jerked convulsively as he cried out in agony. Struggling to free herself, she tried to draw away, but he pressed down on her hand as the waves of his pain washed over him.

Finally, they stopped, and he laid his head on her breast drawing in deep gasps of air.

‘I am so sorry if I hurt you. I did not mean to,’ she said finally, stroking his damp hair back from his face.

‘You did not hurt me. I just released my seed. Not in a suitable place, but I do have a spare pair of trousers with me.’

‘Your seed?’

‘It is what made you pregnant. Seed was sown in your womb. My seed, of course, would never make you pregnant, mores-the-pity.’ He drew back from her and squeezed in beside her on the narrow bunk. He rested his head on her shoulder and she felt a blooming sense of tenderness for this exhausted man at her side.

‘Have we been joined?’ she asked.

‘Ah, no. Not as yet. We will get to that shortly. This body should not take long to recuperate. In the meantime, I will continue exploring after I remove these.’

He slid off the bunk and shucked off his pants revealing his full, glorious nakedness to her. She loved the flat expanse of stomach and was curious about the thatch of dark hair below it. And what nestled in its curly depths. However, she could see nothing long and hard like she had felt only moments ago.

Before she could question him, he began to remove her skirt, petticoats, chemise and, finally, bloomers. It felt strange to be naked before him, yet she was not embarrassed. His admiring gaze would not allow it.

Then he was stroking her from her throat to her breast, over her gently swelling stomach and down to her thighs. Each time he did it, she felt the delicious tension, which she had thought gone, returning with even more force. She arched up to meet his roaming hand as his naked body lay pressed to her side. He kissed her again, deep and probing, while his hand moved lower, until he cupped her maidenhair in his palm and pressed in with his fingers.

‘Ohhhh…’ Flustered, aroused, restless for more, she writhed under his hand and she looked up to see him smiling.

‘What?’ she asked, as his touch threw her into another wave of pleasurable sensation.

‘I seem to be doing something right. And I was correct about this body.’

‘I… ohhhhh… I do not understand.’

‘Fast turnaround. Just touching you here.’ He pressed his fingers into her core and she bucked. ‘Is making me hard again.’

‘Hard?’ She looked down his body and saw a most peculiar phenomenon. There was a shaft growing between his legs, and it grew larger and larger the longer she looked.

‘What?’

He reached out and took