When She Belongs – Risdaverse Read online Ruby Dixon

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I turn the corner and lose my breath at the sight of Jerrok.

He's sprawled in bed on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress and his feet on the floor, as if it was too much effort to get entirely onto the bed. He's naked, too, his cock proudly arching into the air. As I watch, he runs his new hand slowly up and down his length.

Touching himself.

Waiting for me.

Heat pulses between my thighs and I bite back a moan at the sight. God, he's beautiful. I take a few steps forward, entranced as his fist works up his length and he gives the head of his cock a little squeeze. He lifts his head as I approach, and there's such heat in his gaze that it makes my entire body respond. "You said to get started without you," he murmurs. "This what you wanted?"

"It's even better," I whisper, pulling off my own clothing. "Does it feel good when you touch yourself?"

"You know it does. You also know it feels better when you do it." Jerrok lifts his chin, indicating the bed. "Come and join me."

I let my serviceable jumpsuit fall to the floor around my boots, then bend over to unfasten them, as well. I love the hiss of Jerrok's breath as I bend over, because he's probably watching my tits, and I love that even this movement is sexy to him. I straighten, pulling my hair free from the bun atop my head, and I feel like Aphrodite, a beautiful and enticing goddess, as I approach my waiting mate.

Jerrok strokes his cock faster as I approach, his gaze locked on me, and I crawl onto the bed at his side. I lean over to kiss him, and as I do, I put a hand on his cock, covering his fist, and working his length along with him.

His groan against my lips is one of the most gorgeous sounds ever, and it just makes me hungry for more.

I stroke him, once, twice, letting my lips play over his. "I missed you," I tell him between kisses. "I'm glad we're alone again."

"Me too." The rasp of his voice is desperate, needy, and it makes my pussy clench in response. "Would have stayed if you wanted. Would have crossed the entire galaxy for you."

I melt at that. "I know. But I wanted to come home."

Jerrok kisses me again, his mouth hungry and desperate on mine. Our tongues flick against one another, and then I'm the one gasping as he lifts his hand from his cock and places it between my legs instead. "You wet for me?"

"Always."

"Good girl."

I whimper, because god, how long has it been since I heard that? It makes me so damn aroused I can hardly stand it. "Need you," I tell him again. "Please, Jerrok. Need you so badly."

"I know." He kisses me again, and then Jerrok takes control. His hands move to my hips and he maneuvers me expertly down onto the bed, rolling over until I'm the one on the mattress and he hovers above me. "You tell me how you want this, love. Hard and fast, or slow and sweet?"

My toes curl at the choice. I want both. Oh boy, do I want both. At the same time, though, I feel so empty and aching and hollow without him, that it makes my choice easy. "Hard," I pant. "Fast. We can do slow later."

Jerrok growls low in his throat, pleased, and lifts my thighs, pushing them forward until my knees are practically in my face. I suck in an excited breath, holding my legs as his weight bears down on me. He strokes his cock against my folds, the ridges dragging against my skin and sending goosebumps through my body. "You're so wet already."

I squirm, because it's true. I grew wet the moment sex was brought up. My body is utterly primed, and just the thought of touching Jerrok is enough to make my body ache with need for him.

With one last slick stroke through my folds, he sinks deep into me and I cry out with how good it feels. There's the inevitable feeling of tightness, of being stretched, that always comes with his first stroke, and then it's followed by the sensation of being utterly filled, and my skin prickles with goosebumps even as I sigh with sheer pleasure.

"Good girl," he tells me in that low, husky voice. "Look at how good you take my cock."

A whimper escapes me, my entire body clenching in response to those sexy words. Fuck, I love that. I love how deep he fills me and how he gazes down at me with such a possessive look. How he's so damned careful when he holds me, even as he drives his cock deep into my body again with his next stroke. He always pauses to make sure I'm all right, then continues when he sees that there's nothing but bliss on my face.

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