I lightly traced my nipples, pretending it was Qran touching me, causing them to harden. Slowly, one of my hands traveled down my stomach to the juncture of my legs as the other gripped one breast and rolled the nipple tightly between my thumb and index finger. I pictured Qran sucking on my nipple and placing his hand on my womanhood.
I could feel how wet I was as he dragged two of his fingers back and forth along my slit. When he reached my clit, I gasped and heard his rumble of pleasure at my reaction. He sucked my nipple harder as he traced my clit, earning a moan.
He gripped my pussy with his hand and spread its lips, giving his finger more room to draw circles around my clit. He flicked the bud as he passed up and down my slit, making sure to tease my entrance before returning to attack my clit.
“Qran, please!” I yelled, lost in my fantasy.
“If it’s me you want, I will make sure you keep screaming my name.”
Stilling, I jerked open my eyes and sat up, allowing my hands to fall to my sides.
Qran leaned against my open doorway. His arms were crossed, and he wore only his loincloth, which did nothing to hide his massive erection.
My arousal flared at the view as I licked my lips.
“You can have as much as you want. I’m all yours.” His voice was a deep rumble.
Forcing myself to look away from the tent in his loincloth, my eyes traced his body before meeting his gaze. He stared at me as hungrily as I did him. “I didn’t mean to wake you . . .”
“You didn’t,” he mumbled as he continued to drink in my naked form. “I knocked on your door, hoping you had some lotion to prevent my skin from drying. I heard you yell my name, so I entered. . .”
“There should be lotion in one of my bathroom drawers.” I sighed, not wanting to climb out of bed after I had just gotten comfortable. “Do you need me? Or can you get it yourself?”
Qran glanced between his hardened cock and my hand covering my soaked pussy.
“I think you need me as much as I need you,” he purred. “How about we help each other relax?”
A part of me jumped at the idea, but the saner side knew that even though we had been together many times before, having sex tonight would make tomorrow’s conversation awkward.
I shrugged and decided to throw caution to the wind. If the Stars didn’t want us together tonight, he wouldn’t have heard me and would have found the lotion by himself.
The fact that he had felt confident enough to barge in here in that condition spoke volumes. Qran wanted a future with me, so desperately that he was willing to put his new insecurities aside and proposition me.
As long as he didn’t regret this in the morning, I wouldn’t either.
“If that’s what you want,” I muttered.
“I want nothing more than to wake up in your arms. It is you who has been denying me this whole time.”
“Then come over here and prove you want me,” I taunted, jerking my head.
“With pleasure.”
He stormed over, dropping his loincloth along the way.
This was the male I knew and loved.
The overconfident, slightly egotistical male who would do anything to be near me, even if I allowed him no more than a night full of pleasure. However, I suspected that our talk tomorrow would help our relationship grow more serious.
As he sat on the bed beside me, my eyes were instantly drawn to his erection. Unlike the rest of his blue, down-feathered body, it was fuzz-free and completely smooth. His cock was the shape of a compact corkscrew, tightly stacked ridges forming a long, solid shaft. Its base was thicker than the tip and tinged a much darker blue than his downy feathers, lightening to a golden head.
I lowered my lips, engulfing as much of him as I could without hurting myself as my hands gripped the bottom of his shaft.
Qran hissed as his cock grew, hardening completely as I slipped my tongue over the length, enjoying the feeling of each corkscrew layer.
Holding his cock in my hands made me feel powerful. This male trusted me enough to allow me, a specially trained assassin, to hold one of the most sensitive parts of his body. The power he granted me made me feel more aroused.
Finally, the need to ease the tension within me overwhelmed me.
Releasing my hold on him, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his groin. Taking his thickness into my hand, I stroked him quickly, enjoying the feeling of his cock’s texture in my hand. Closing my eyes, I imagined how it would feel inside me. It had been too long since the last time we had been together.
I guided him and lined up his cock’s head with my wet slit. Tilting my head back, I let gravity take its course, slowly impaling myself on his textured shaft. I could feel every stacked layer as it entered me. I wiggled my hips, stretching as I took more of him inside, adoring the feeling of the ridges rubbing against my inner walls.
I felt full when my ass cheeks finally rested on the soft down of his thighs.
Smiling at my small victory, I rested my hands on his chest, stroking his featherless skin. The sensation wasn’t bad, just different, and that was okay.
I began to bounce up and down slightly, sliding him deeper as I found my rhythm.
“Oh, B,” he moaned. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I whispered with a moan.
“Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he begged. “That this isn’t some mind trick played on me. Tell me that this is real.”
Opening my eyes, I found his heavy-lidded gaze
