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So I wrap my fingers around the head of his cock and squeeze tightly. "Not yet," I whisper to him. "Not yet."
Rektar groans and quakes against me, but his panting slows, and then he takes a deep breath. I can tell already he's better. If not right at the ledge, a footstep away. His mouth brushes over my skin as he speaks. "How did you know to do that?"
I smile. "This isn't my first rodeo."
"You are my first rodeo," he admits. "Does that bother you?"
My heart melts. "Not in the slightest."
He pulls my hand away from his cock—probably too sensitive—and puts it on his chest, instead. He nuzzles at my skin once more and then moves back to my mouth. "Can I kiss you again?"
"You can kiss me a hundred times," I whisper. I love the feel of his mouth on mine, or on my skin…or anywhere, really. I just want more of him.
When his lips graze mine, he takes a deep, ragged breath, presses his forehead to mine, and skims my cheeks with his fingers. I'm touched at that small gesture, like he has to remind himself that I'm really here, that this is really happening. It's so damn sweet. I've always been a forward sort, because it gets me what I want, but I love his romantic side. I love his sweetness. It's everything I wanted in a man, and I love how perfect Rektar is for me.
The kiss he gives me is reverent. Slow, deep, and thoughtful, as if he's worshiping my mouth with his. His tongue slides along mine, caressing, and I can't help but moan in response. I'm still humming with my orgasm, but he knows just how to touch me, and the feel of his big body pressing against mine is utterly erotic. He gives me kiss after kiss, until I'm lost to his mouth, aching with the need that's building inside me once more. The way he kisses me is just so damn good. I love his smell, his taste, the way that he kisses me that's both tender and claiming.
He brushes his hand over my breast, and my aching nipple gets the lightest, most teasing touch ever. I immediately moan, wanting more. He can't just touch a girl like that and not give her seconds. That's not fair. He swallows my moan with a kiss, though, and his hand goes back to my breast, caressing the slope of it before moving to my nipple. And oh lord, that is so good. Rektar tries a few different touches, seeing which ones get the most response from me, and when he finds one we both like, I let him know with a whimper, arching against his hand.
With a growl, Rektar breaks the kiss and moves lower, ducking his head to take my nipple into his mouth. "You're so keffing beautiful," he tells me. "So soft. So perfect."
I suck in a breath as he latches onto my breast, teasing and sucking at the tip like he did my clit. His fingers work the other peak, the twin sensations making my arousal ramp up all over again. By the time he lifts his head and moves to give the other breast equal attention, I'm panting with need, clinging to the rounded jut of his horns that stick up from his forehead. "Need you," I tell him. "Need you inside me."
He groans, his hips grinding against my leg, and he leaves behind a wet spot, his cock dripping with pre-cum. "I need to make you feel good again," he tells me, taking my nipple between his teeth and ever so carefully nipping it in a way that makes me absolutely mad with hunger. "Want you to come for me."
"I will," I promise him. "Once you're inside me." I lightly scratch my nails down his arm, hitting the skin between the plating. "Don't you want to shove that big, thick cock into my tight, wet warmth?"
Rektar makes a pained sound, burying his face against my neck. He rocks his hips against my leg again. "Lucy," he pants. "Lucy, don't—"
"Don't tell you that I want you to come inside me? Don't tell you that it's all right to stick that big, fat cock in your wife? To fill her up with your length?" I'm absolutely being pushy, but I need him to realize that I'm ready. That I'm as hungry for more as he is. "Give me your fingers if you won't give me your cock," I tell him. "Because your mate needs to be filled up—"
With a growl, he shifts his weight. He pushes my thighs apart with rapid movements, and before I can pant "Yes!" he's covering me, his cock in hand as he rubs it against my folds. I make little sounds of encouragement, reaching for him as he hovers over me.
