Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I lean into my bossiness, grinding my pussy against his face even as I give him another order. "Curl…your fingers," I pant. "Curl—"
The moment Rektar does, it hits something inside me that I've never felt before. My G-spot. My reaction is instant, too. I come, my legs clenching and twitching so violently I worry I'm going to kick him, even as my pussy floods with my release. Rektar loves it, too. He murmurs words of encouragement even as he continues to pump his big fingers inside me, curled just as I asked, and keeps grazing that spot on the inside of my walls. It makes me come and come, my body twitching with every stroke of his fingers, until I can't take any more. If he gives me any more pleasure, I'm going to collapse. I push against his greedy mouth and fingers, letting him know that I need a moment.
"Good god," I manage when I can breathe again. "Rektar, that was incredible. You're incredible."
He nuzzles at my thigh, licking and grazing his teeth over my skin as if desperate to keep going. "I want to taste you again," he tells me, the look in his eyes hot and full of need. "Need more of you, Lucy."
I tug at him, realizing he's still fully clothed. "Come and kiss me first. We haven't even kissed yet."
"Is that mouth on mouth?" he asks, and when I nod, he gets to his feet and climbs onto the bed with me. "I've kissed other parts of you." He looks utterly pleased at the thought, too.
So he has. I pull him down against me, loving the feel of his big body against mine. My skirts are still thrown up around my hips, my pussy bare and wet, but I feel good. Better than I have in forever. My tiny bed creaks with his weight, and he grimaces.
"Maybe we should move to the floor," I suggest. "If you break the bed, we'll be there anyhow."
He frowns at the offending bedframe. "What kind of monster hands out beds this small anyhow?"
I giggle, feeling good—and frisky—curled up against him. I poke his chest. "Your people. You're the monsters."
Rektar grunts. "I think they expected you to remain celibate."
"Well then, they're fools," I say, wiggling up the mattress so I can line our faces up. "Because all of the women I know are trying to get married. We're lonely, we're bored, and we need protection."
He looks thoughtful. "Perhaps we need to institute a program of some kind, then. Screen applicants and match them with the appropriate colonists. I want to be of use to the people here."
"You know what I would find useful?" I ask flirtatiously, teasing a finger at his high collar.
His gaze moves back to me, his eyes heating. "What?"
"If you'd kiss me."
My mate thinks for a moment, studying my face, then leans in and brushes his lips against mine. He still smells like me, but his breath is warm and wonderful and his lips are so damn gentle that it breaks my heart. I flick my tongue against his, showing him that a kiss is more than just lips, and he groans. In the next moment, he takes over the kiss itself, his tongue slicking into my mouth and driving like he's fucking me with it instead of his cock.
Okay, the man's a fast learner.
I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss, letting him set the pace. He kisses me with fervent need, and as he does, his hips rock against my thighs on the bed. Everything creaks, and we both freeze.
"Floor?" I whisper against his soft lips.
"Floor," he agrees.
A moment later, we settle a blanket and my hand-stitched pillows onto the floor. I shuck my dress, tossing it aside, along with the breast-band I use to stop the jiggling. Rektar looks utterly fascinated at the sight of my large breasts, his hands pausing as he takes off his tunic. I move toward him, helping him with his clothing, a smile on my lips.
"Breasts are very sensitive too," I tell him. "Especially the nipples."
He groans, licking his lips. "I want to taste them, too." His gaze flicks to mine. "I might be greedy with you for a while, Lucy."
Oh lord. Everything in me clenches with need at that. "You're allowed to be greedy. In fact, I'd love it if you were greedy."
Unlike his words, though, Rektar doesn't grab me and maul me. He just stares at me with hot, hungry eyes. "I am content to wait if you need to rest."
This man. So willing to sacrifice for me. I reach between us and caress his cock, letting him know I'm not content with waiting, myself. He groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck, big body trembling, and I realize just how close he is to losing control. He's been trying to wait until I'm ready, but I can tell right now that isn't going to happen. He doesn't have the control that comes with practice. Not yet.