Our tongues met at once, our slow reserve from earlier burned to the ground by need. I clutched at his face, burying my fingers in his hair. When I touched his ears, his hips jolted against mine, and he gave a sharp groan.
“Is that alright?” I breathed.
“Empire,yes…I just. I’m dying, Shiloh.” Somehow, he made it sound as if he actually were. “Dying to touch you.”
His words made elation burst, tiny fireworks in my belly.
“I want to touch you, too.” I let my fingernails gently scrape down his chest, then lower. His abdomen contracted, showing deep trenches between ridges of muscle. My fingers found his belt and stilled.
“You can do anything you blasted well please,” he said, his breath stuttering.
With my left hand, I palmed the bulge at the crotch of his pants, revelling in the shattered sound he made in response. My right hand busied itself tugging at the belt and its buckle, until it was finally unfastened and I could pull his pants out of the way.
Thank the lord for Jaya and her diagram in the document. I was at least somewhat prepared for the alien shape of him there. His cock jutted, long and big and tapered, above a bulging sac. The cock tail spun and writhed. When my index finger ventured experimentally closer, the cock tail latched on and squeezed. At the same moment, his shaft gave a trembling sort of jerk – almost as if it shivered – and a pulse of fluid erupted from his tip. It splattered on my belly, warm and wet.
Rivven’s white gaze fastened on that spot. He opened his mouth, and I wondered if he was about to apologize. But instead, he gave another deep groan, smearing the fluid on my skin with the tips of his fingers.
“By the empire, Shiloh,” he gritted out, “you’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever beheld.”
Beheld.Not just seen. As if I was more to him than that. More to him than something he simply saw with his eyes.
Like last night, he guided me backwards. I let him do it. Let him lift me onto the counter. Without clothes between us, I could feel him everywhere. His heaving chest against mine, drawing my nipples to prickling points. His left hand, spanning the curve of my hip, calloused and warm. His right arm locked around me. His cock tail still had my index finger, and, unable to move my hand much, I wrapped my fist around the swollenlength of him. His flesh jumped at my touch, shifting the curls between my legs, putting new, exquisite pleasure on my clit.
“Oh!” My head fell back against the wall. “Yes!”
“Right here?” he choked out, grinding himself against my most sensitive place. “Yes. There it is. I read about this.” He adjusted his angle, increasing speed and friction. “Been waiting so blasted long to feel you here.”
“You…You have?” I was barely able to put thoughts into words. That rock of his dick against my aching nub was driving me out of my mind.
“Yes. By the empire,yes.”
I wasn’t used to seeing Rivven like this. So hot and hard and urgent. His seriousness and shyness unravelling until all that remained was desperate masculine need. It was hard to believe that this was the same Rivven who would cheerfully walk into furniture or walls with his eyes closed for me. The same Rivven who would draw me a bath and offer to empty a bucket I’d peed in. The same Rivven who would make me skates and pull me carefully along the ice, like we were characters in the perfect, glittering world of a snowglobe.
That same, sweet Rivven was also this rutting, hungry male. Different sides of the same great man.
I fucking loved them both.
Rivven’s rhythm was increasing in intensity. Spoons and dishes in the cupboards above and below clattered in time with his forceful thrusts. I was going to come soon. I could feel it, a honey-like glide of tingling warmth, emanating from where he stroked my body with his.
“You’re so perfect, Shiloh,” he said, stammering, seeming barely able to string the words together. “You’re so pretty. I hope…Blast. I promised myself…I wouldn’t…Pressure you.”
The only pressure I was feeling right now was the weighty rub of him on my clit.
“Promised myself…I wouldn’t beg. But I can’t…I can’t do it Shiloh. Ican’t…I have to risk it. I have to ask.”
Beg? Ask? What did he think he needed to ask me for?
Was this about coming? There was no way I wasn’t going to take care of him. He’d always taken such good care of me.
To demonstrate this, I wrapped one arm tightly around his neck. My other was still between us. I cupped the head of his surging cock, squeezing and stroking as he moved.
But maybe that wasn’t what he’d meant when he’d talked about begging. Because he spoke again then, sounding ragged, like every word was ripping round the edges.
“Choose me. Marry me. I…I’d be a good…Husband.”
“Oh,God!”
Stars danced in my eyes. My climax swelled. Rivven’s words carried me through it all, his lips at my temple.
