I do. Shamelessly.
He groans low and presses his tongue against my pussy. I choke on my own gasp, hand flying to the top of his head—gripping the thick, textured ridges above his brow as he licks me like he’s starved. His tongue is broad, flexible, hot. It curls up into me, licking deep and then retreating, flicking my clit with a rhythmic pulse that sends lightning through my spine.
“Fuck, Kauss—” I gasp. “You’re… gods, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He eats me like I’m oxygen and he’s been drowning.
My legs tremble. My thighs clamp around his head and he growls against my core, the vibration sending me over the edge. My climax slams through me like a wave—hard and overwhelming—hips rocking against his face as he keeps licking, milking every last twitch of my release.
When he pulls back, his chin is slick, his eyes glowing.
“I’m not done,” he growls.
He pulls off his waistband, and his cock springs free—long, thick, ridged, and dark with a glowing underside vein that pulses. The flared tip gleams with precum.
I stare and moan. “Gods, Kauss. You’re… huge.”
“I’ll go slow,” he promises. “Tell me if?—”
“Just fuck me,” I interrupt, grabbing him by the base and guiding him to my entrance.
He groans as my pussy stretches around the head, impossibly snug. Inch by inch, he pushes in, murmuring in Vakutan between clenched teeth. I clutch at his shoulders, breathing fast, loving the burn and stretch.
“You feel like molten stars,” he gasps.
I whimper. “You’re inside me. Finally.”
Once fully seated, we freeze—breathing together, sweat already slick between us. He feels impossibly deep, every ridge dragging delicious friction against my walls. He withdraws slowly, then thrusts back in with a growl, setting a rhythm that has me keening beneath him.
Every stroke drives pleasure through me in waves. My breasts bounce with each motion, my moans grow louder, sharper.
“More,” I beg. “Harder.”
He complies.
Kauss pounds into me, the bedframe groaning. His claws dig into the mattress beside my head, careful not to break skin, even as he fucks me like he’s claiming my soul.
“I love you,” he growls against my ear. “Mine. All of you.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, I’m yours—Kauss, fuck—don’t stop?—”
Our pace builds to chaos, sweat and heat, the slap of bodies and our breathless cries.
When my second orgasm hits, it drags him over the edge with me. He thrusts deep, pulsing, roaring as his cock jerks inside me—thick ridges locking, warmth flooding me in bursts. I clencharound him, sobbing through the pleasure, nails digging into his back.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless.
Silence settles softly around us. The kind lonely people only learn after finding someone they do not need to perform around.
Kauss speaks first this time. “I have not shared space like this with anyone before.”
I blink. “Ever?”
“Not safely.”
The answer hurts.
I turn my head to look at him. “Not even before the war?”
