His cock throbbed between them and he started a slow rhythm, grinding his length between her folds in sweet torture.
“Like what?” She squirmed against him; her breath came in shallow gasps with each of his thrusts. “Things like what?”
Her question brought images he’d had roving through his head since he’d brought her to the rock cave. Images he’d had to keep locked down for so long and the fact that she asked had him nipping at her ear as he pulled backward and thrust himself against her again.
“I want you on your knees, Song. I want your sweet cunt in the air just waiting for me to taste.” A deep rumble left his throat as the image manifested in his mind. So hot. So perfect. He wanted nothing more.
“I bet you taste so qrakking good…” And as if to test, he ran his tongue from her shoulder in a torturous slow path up to her ear as he continued.
“I want to grip your sweet ass in my palm, hear you scream my name as I suck on that little bud between your legs.”
A shudder went through her as she gave a little yelp.
Her eyes were closed now and as he grinded into her, her back arched off the wall toward him.
“I want to feel you go limp against me as you come over and over again on my tongue. I want—”
“Oh, God…” Another little yelp left her sweet mouth as she squirmed against him some more.
“Do you want me to stop?” He nibbled on her ear as he asked, his voice so low he wasn’t sure she heard it, but when she whimpered and clung on to him tighter he smiled against her skin.
“Don’t stop. Tell me more.”
Mmm.
“Right now, I want nothing more than to hold your hips and spread your lips,” he said, adjusting his hands so one was holding both of hers above her head while the other moved beneath her lifted hips.
“Like this,” he whispered, as his fingers skirted over her hot entrance. The touch made her shiver as her eyes rolled over in her head.
“Kyris…”
“Do you know?” he asked, grinding himself against her folds. Painfully slowly, he moved, making her feel every inch of him slide through her.
“Know what?” Her voice was almost inaudible as her word came out as a pant.
“How much I want to bury myself inside you?”
Her answer was a pant as she began to quiver.
“I want to spread this hot cunt. I want you to take all of me.” He nibbled her ear again as he slipped two fingers into her warmth.
“Like this…” he whispered.
As she shuddered against him, her body quivering uncontrollably as she reached her climax, he thrust one last time as his seed burst forth, bathing her stomach with his spend.
He’d showered with her afterward and when they’d both washed off, Kyris had left to go and fetch something.
He’d been gone for a few minutes but she had been stalling exiting the shower room.
She’d never climaxed like that before. It was new, riveting, and even the memory of it already had her yearning for more.
It was scary, almost, the way her body responded. He hadn’t even penetrated her. He hadn’t needed to.
“Song?” His voice sounded so close it startled her.
He was out of view, standing somewhere outside of the shower room, but lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard him approach.
“Is everything alright?” he asked. He sounded almost normal again, the only giveaway of what they’d just done being that his voice still held a husky note to it.
“Yes, everything’s fine.” Playing with her bottom lip between her teeth, she held back a nervous grin.
Oh, God. She didn’t know how she was going to face him without blushing for days.
“I have more kooli paste.” He paused. “For your pain.”
Oh, right.
The pain reliever.
She needed that.
The wound in her side had clotted over but it still looked red and angry. The paste the Mukkians had made seemed to be doing the trick, though. Apart from the visible wound, it was hard to remember she’d been injured. There was no pain there.
Exiting the shower room, she realized Kyris was standing right outside it, and as soon as her gaze landed on him, her cheeks flamed. It didn’t help that she was still naked and he was looking at her as if he wanted her to retrace her steps into the shower room and continue where they left off.
“Come. Sit on the bedding. I will give you the kooli.”
As she perched on the edge of the bed, she watched him walk over to the glass table and take up a little bowl.
Dipping his finger into the bowl as he walked back over to her, her eyes fell to his pants, to the exact spot she’d seen his cock imprinted earlier…the same cock she’d just grinded herself on with no care for the world or anything in it.
There was no thick length pressing through and making its presence known anymore. His entire being seemed calm.
But, when she looked into his eyes, the predatory look was still there. It made her throat dry, and water wouldn’t fix it.
When he came close, he extended his finger toward her mouth.
“Open.”
Her mouth fell open independently and he rested his finger on her tongue. She could feel the kooli paste melting even as his finger lay there.
He was staring at her mouth as if in a trance and, without even thinking, she closed her mouth around his finger.
She could almost see the violet fire flare within his eyes.
Fuck.
There was so much they needed to discuss. What they were doing was…
What were they doing?
Where was this leading to?
His smile communicated warmth and innocence…his eyes communicated dark, dark promises. Promises that she could hear whispering in her ear without him even saying a word.
There was only one thing to do now. With his finger in her mouth and her mouth closed, she couldn’t help it. As his finger slowly slid from her mouth, she sucked—not too lightly,
