I can tell I've grazed over the spot by the way she jumps, her legs clenching. Her eyes go even wider and then both hands are on the front of my uniform again, clutching at me. She pulls me in for a kiss once more, mouth hungry on mine. She is the aggressor this time, kissing me fiercely as I pet and stroke the softest, most responsive parts of her body. Pamela's breath shudders as I draw tiny circles around the tender nub with my fingers. In the book, the male mouthed his mate until she came, but Pamela will not let go of the front of my uniform, and I'm loath to stop touching her for even a moment.
Her cries become more rapid, more needy, and she whimpers against me as we kiss. It's not a graceful, elegant kiss. Her need is as wild as mine, and she nips at my mouth as her fingers dig into my clothing. Her hips work against my hand, until she arches and quivers, and then a rush of wetness soaks my palm.
I feel like the most powerful male in the universe as she collapses against me, her forehead pressed to my shoulder. "The food," she pants. "We forgot about the food..."
"I have not forgotten. I plan to feast right now." I pull my soaked hand free from her skirts and reverently lick my fingers. Her taste is better than I'd imagined—salty, tangy, musky perfection. "Delicious."
She moans and kisses me again, as if she cannot get enough. "You're amazing."
The bases of my horns prickle with pleasure at her words. I am not amazing, but I am glad I am able to touch her properly, in a way that gives her joy. The way she deserves to be touched. "I would do this for you every day," I vow to her. "I want nothing more in life than to elevate you, to make everyone see how incredible you are."
Pamela's mouth is hungry on mine. "What about you? Don't you want me to touch you?"
I groan, cock throbbing with need. I want that, of course. But I like the focus on her, just as much. I like that she is getting the attention she rightfully deserves. "I want to give you pleasure."
"It'll give me a lot of pleasure if you come inside me," she whispers, and then nips at my lower lip.
Heat floods through my system. "You...want...me?"
She nods. "You can't make me pregnant. It'd just be us making each other feel good. And the kitchen is already unsanitary at this point." She hooks an ankle around my side and drags me closer. "Or are you suddenly shy?"
"No," I growl. Let them all come and watch me mate this female. There will be no doubt in anyone's mind that she's mine. I press my cock up against her leg, letting her see just how badly I want her.
Pamela cups my jaw but instead of kissing me, she sucks on my lower lip and steals the breath out of my lungs. She releases me with an audible pop and then nibbles lower, along my jaw. "If you're not shy, then what are you waiting for?"
She's grown flirtier and more confident the more I touch her, and it's intoxicating to realize. My brain is crashing, my thoughts jumbling together. I paw at her skirts, trying to figure out the best way to get her undressed. Pamela chuckles and reaches under her clothes, tilting her body slightly so she can shimmy the strange short pants out from underneath her clothing. They slither down her ankles and I catch them...and stuff them into my pocket to keep.
"Hey!" Pamela chuckles.
"I'll give them back later," I vow. Much later. After I've looked them over to my fill. Her skirts are pushed up around her thighs and I can't resist touching her. I run my hands up and down her legs, entranced by her delicate skin. My fingers graze the insides of her thighs and she shivers.
Pamela pulls me in close again, her concentration on the neck of my uniform, where the auto-fastener is. "Let's get you naked."
"Tell me how you want me." I glance down at my work boots, at my weapons belt at my waist.
She considers, watching as the auto-fastener glides its way down my chest and then stops at my belt. She tugs on it, loosening the thick material until it falls to my ankles. The auto-fastener starts up again, and Pamela puts her hand on the bare skin of my chest. "You're wearing a one-piece uniform, aren't you?"
"It's the standard issue," I agree. "I should probably take off my boots if you want my uniform off."
Pamela shakes her head, tugging my uniform open. "Not necessary. We'll make do. You can get completely naked for me next time."
I am elated there will be a next time. "So...boots?"
"Leave 'em on. I've got everything I need right here." She gives me a bold wink and then reaches into the parted material of my security uniform, her hand landing on my straining cock. "And my goodness gracious, aren't you a big boy. That makes me happy."
I almost come in her hand at that praise. Bracing myself, I manage to keep my composure as she fondles my cock, but only just. "I am...glad my body...pleases you."
"Me too," she says with a sigh. She tugs me free of my clothing, my cock jutting out between us. Pamela toys with my erect length, running her hand along the shaft before hefting my sac. She focuses on the head of my cock a moment later, spreading the beaded pre-cum there until the head of my cock is slick with my need for her.
Pulling her hips to the edge of the counter, I guide the head of my cock between her thighs. She makes sweet, encouraging noises as I push forward, her heels digging into my lower back. I edge forward, scarcely daring to breathe, until I'm seated completely inside her. I heft her from the counter and into my arms, balancing her on my hips.
My weight shifts, and she gasps, her entire body clamping around me.
I go still. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she manages in the tightest voice, an octave higher than normal. "Your spur is just...great. Really great." I shift our weights again and she whimpers. "Oh god...so great. More intense than I thought it would be."
Concern flares inside me, and I shift my feet on the floor, aware of my loose uniform and the weapons belt around my boots. I've read over and over about the proper way to mate a human woman and yet it seems I'm still doing something wrong. "I want this to be perfect between us. What can I improve?"
