Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
"Good girl."
I moan, my fingers latching onto him as he gets to his feet. I cling to his body, touching rough circuits and scars, the creak of his joints making heated waves roll through my blood. These things are all Jerrok, and as he gets to his feet next to the bed, I'm suddenly awash in a burst of confidence.
I can do this, because he has me. He'll make it good for me, because he wants my pleasure, too. I let out a happy little sigh and gaze up at him as he puts a hand on my jaw and lets his thumb trace my lips again. "Where do you want me?"
"On the bed. On your back. Do you want your clothing on or off? Remember, I've seen it all. There's no reason to be shy."
It's like he's addressing my worries before I even pause. He's right; he's bathed me all over, so there's no point in being hesitant about anything. I consider for a moment and then pull my sleep tunic off over my head.
Jerrok gives me a look of approval as I climb into bed then lie down. I'm nervous despite his calm demeanor, because my head is full of all kinds of noise. What if it doesn't feel good? What if I panic? What if—
He strips off his clothing, stepping out of his trou and then standing at the side of the bed so I can look at him. I know this is just as difficult for him as it is for me, because he's self-conscious about his prosthetics, but I think he's beautiful. I don't see problems, I see a survivor. So I reach up a hand, and when he takes it and sits down at the edge of the bed, I feel better. He kisses my knuckles, rubbing his mouth against my skin. "Is there any place you don't want me to touch you? Anything you consider off limits?"
I consider this. "I think…I think I need to look at you the entire time. So I know it's you." I lick my lips, surprised at how dry they are as another wave of anxiety rushes through me. "I don't want to turn around or have you cover my eyes or anything—"
"Of course not." He presses another kiss to my knuckles, then takes a fingertip between his teeth and lightly nips it.
It sends a little thrill through my body, that tiny bite, and I find myself relaxing. Jerrok knows me and my past. He won't push me into anything uncomfortable.
"Is it all right if I lie down next to you?" he asks, and I nod. The bed groans as he gets in, his heavier bulk taking up the majority of his narrow bed, but I don't mind pressing up against him. He rests on his side, facing me, instead of looming over me, and I like that. He's giving me space. I reach up and run my fingers through his thick hair. Jerrok leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. "Can I kiss you again?"
In response, I lean in and press my lips to his. "I like kissing," I admit. "Your mouth feels good."
He takes my lower lip between his teeth in a love bite, and then licks away the sting. I moan against him, tangling my fingers in his hair as I lean into the kiss. He nuzzles at my mouth, his tongue gliding against mine, and I feel the slick thrum of the ridges on his tongue moving against my smooth one. The sensation is different, but uniquely Jerrok, and I love it. He tastes like warmth and comfort, and when his tongue drags against mine again, it sends a pulse of heat all the way through my body, and I gasp.
"Does that feel good?" he asks, voice smooth and rich.
I nod, leaning in for another kiss, and Jerrok devours my mouth again, taking the lead. He's a quick learner, because now I'm no longer in charge of the kiss—he's in full control, licking into my mouth and claiming me with flicks of his tongue. When we kissed before, I only touched the tip of his tongue and didn't realize just how the ridges on his tongue would feel against mine…or that they'd remind me of his cock. When he lightly thrusts into my mouth, I feel the answering pulse between my thighs and moan again.
Jerrok continues to kiss me, and for a time, I lose myself to the world around me. I love the heated press of his upper body against mine, the way his tail tip lightly strokes against my calf, the way his breathing rasps between each kiss as we come up for air. I'm drowning in his taste and his touch, and I've forgotten how wonderful a nice, senses-drugging kiss can be.